This story is a prequel to "New Years Kisses."

Mirrors are not our friends +++++

Stepping out of the shower and drying off on that cool December night back in 1988, I stood at my mirrored vanity. As a 38-year-old mother of two grown kids, I was about to secretly perform perhaps the sickest of self-confirming rituals.

SELF:

"Mirror, mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all?" I silently asked with raised eyebrow eager for a positive reaffirming sign.

MIRROR:

"Hmm, well if we're talking fair as in "average," then I'd say you're hanging in there."

SELF:

"Okay, the "girls" had slipped a bit lately, but they're still nice, big and round, C'MON!" I pleaded, handily hoisting my double-d's up for a perkier pose.

MIRROR:

"Time for a reality check, Chubby. Sure your tits are admirable; but we're talking fairest of them ALL...right? In which case, I fear MJ has you covered in spades -- HA!"

SELF:

"Stupid fucking mirror!" I covered the undeniable evidence with my towel and gave the mirror one last disgruntled sneer.

MIRROR:

"Hey, let's talk again, once you've dropped say 20 or 25 pounds!" The unforgiving magical monster chided, as my bruised ego and chubby rest-of-me made our getaway.

Whipping open the bathroom door, I immediately crashed into a six-foot tall masculine frame. My towel unhinged itself from between my jugs, which I'm sure offered my son a brief yet revealing view of my mature goodies.

"JOSH, what the hell?" I shrieked, doing my best to pull the white terrycloth towel close enough to prevent a full frontal exposure.

"Sorry Mom; didn't mean to startle you," he calmly assured me, letting his hand cautiously rest on my bare shoulder. His innocent touch sent an unexpected tingle clean through me. [God, I haven't been touched by a man in damn near a month, and it has to be my SON!]

Quickly shifting my trusty towel from vertical back to horizontal I slid from under the warmth of his harmless yet inappropriate touch. Still tingling, I tightly wrapped and secured the towel as before. "So what's the big urgency, and why are you whispering?"

With his wide eyes glued on my deep cleavage, he surely must be in awe of my expertise in towel management--right! Raising both arms to finger-comb my wet locks, I let him ogle to his heart's content. [I mean hell, he is a man and I haven't flirted in such a long time.] When he remained silent to my question, I tossed my hair back and did a one-eighty. Playfully backing my 5-foot, 4-inch frame into him, I leaned back against his chest to make eye contact. "Earth to Josh!" I exclaimed; watching his focus make its way from my chest to my inquiring eyes. [What can I say; my son is a boob man. I love it!]

He gulp/coughed before I felt both hands on my shoulders. This was typically a sign that a massage was soon to follow. He's diligently performed many a shoulder kneading to relieve my recent tension. He knows I love it. Feeling those talented fingers starting to work my bare shoulders, I realized this was his first message with me nearly naked.

"Just wanted to let ya know, I'm on Bastard Patrol tonight; gotta hot lead," he whispered in my ear like an undercover agent (no pun intended). I never wanted to know where he got his hot leads, but I was glad he kept his voice down. With 14-year-old Megan just down the hall, this was information I was ashamed to share with Josh, never mind with his younger sister.

This was more than your normal 'Where's Waldo' case of incidental deception. Josh thought of spying on his old man as cloak and dagger work -- a dark Ninja-type adventure. Fact was I had known for months that Donny had been up to no good with his secretary from work. After several late nights of work-related excuses, I figured the 25-year-old vixen had her hooks out for fresh hubby flesh. Donny, the unsuspecting sap he is, was no doubt having another mid-life meandering.

For Mary Jane Karwell ("MJ" to nearly everybody), I didn't honestly believe she was fishing for the perfect catch to save her from a less-than-adequate life. She was just a trampy ball-buster that required plenty of male attention. Hey, I was once twenty-five and burning candles at both ends. I know how the attention of older guys can be a real turn on.

I got a preview of what she was capable of at last year's company Bar-B-Que. After virtually dumping her boy-toy husband upon arrival, she soon had three horny married guys sniffing around her. I kind of got a kick from watching her juggle all that testosterone, at least until Donny started sniffing. Since the sniffing never amounted to any substantial fooling around, I let it slide; never once confronting him about the party or MJ. In retrospect, I probably should have questioned him at the time. [Don't ya hate shouldas and couldas?]

"Well, just make sure YOU don't get into trouble. That's all we need," I warned Josh, as I retreated from under his fluent fingers to dress for bed. Slipping my thin-strapped cotton nightgown overhead I let the towel drop and slid under the covers. [Now, get out of here handsome, before I throw a net over you and drag your tight, ripe body in next to me.]

Josh was such a calm and collected character; not at all like his once wild and unrestrained mother at that age. His raging teenage hormones never surfaced as far as I knew -- low metabolism or some chemical imbalance. Who knows? I always sensed a transcendent twinkle behind his eyes and an occasional red-faced blush whenever the question of sex was discussed, so I was sure he wasn't queer.

Hearing his refurbished late 60's Cadillac rumbling out of the drive, I fingered through a few pages of my latest romance novel before dozing off.

Whether it was that cold gust of December chill or Josh's gloved hand on my shoulder, I was startled awake at 12:17 A.M. A blurred glance at the time and unruffled bed told me Donny still wasn't home.

"Get up Mom. Get up! I found him. He's at the Family Inn and he's not alone. C'mon, get up!"

"Jesus Chr--- JOSH! What the hell?"

"Bastard Patrol, ya know. C'mon, I found him!" Josh insisted, like he'd just discovered John Dillinger's hideout.

Pulling me up to a slump, he was so tickled with his news. My brain (no doubt still floating in some evaporated dream) was slow to react, while I let him shake my body awake.

"Okay, OKAY! Let ME do this," I yelled, pulling my jeans up over my gown.

"Here, you'll need this." Josh impatiently shoved my arms into Donny's floor-length trench coat.

"That's not my c---," I started, when he twirled me around to cinch the belt around me.

"There's no time. We've got to hurry; he'll get away."

Undercover Amazon +++++

Here I am dressed in my nightgown, jeans, booties, and Donny's trench coat looking like some twisted female version of Sam Spade. "Gosh, maybe I ought to pack some heat; whatdya think, Rocco?" I smirked, as my son plopped a knit cap on top of my disheveled coif.

A quick dash into the December cold, Ma Bonny and her Clyde were soon in the warm Caddie winding our way to Donny's designated rendezvous -- a real den of inequity -- the midtown Family Inn. Now I was awake and wondering even more just what the hell I was expected to do. Josh wasn't real exact about how to deal with a fox in the hen house. After a speedy race across town, Josh silently backed into a secure, well-hidden parking space at the less-than-posh Family Inn. He let me know the room number and that it was halfway across the outside balcony on the second level.

"Well Josh, just so you know, I have no plans on confronting your father. I mean it's good to know what he's up to... and with whom, but there's no way I'm going to make a big scene. Do you understand?" I stated, gathering the too long trench coat around me.

"Hey, whatever you say. But if anything DOES go wrong, just let me know, Okay?"

I detected a sigh of indignation in his voice, but I knew there was no way he wanted to see me physically hurt. The emotional damage would be severe enough for any jilted spouse. I quietly opened the car door and proceeded to the stairway. The cold wind gave me a jolt, as it swirled under and up my long coat. Reaching the second level I lightly strode down the open walkway. At 12:45 most of the lights were out, except for room 232. Lowering myself at the window, I saw a crack in the pulled drapes. Not a big crack, but certainly large enough to peer into the lit room. Squatting down to perch myself at the window, I nearly slipped on a patch of ice.

It was my daring Donny alright. Lying butt-naked on a king-sized bed with an equally naked Mary Jane Karwell free-riding him for all he was worth. The initial sight of my hubby's obvious carnal betrayal was at once disgusting and detestable. Jealousy burned inside my gut, as I continued to validate his indiscretion. Allowing the seedy vision to seep into my conscious, the sight of MJ's bared body parts and art of seduction somehow captivated me. With her extra-long wavy brunette hair and heavy laden dark makeup, she was truly a slut whore by anybody's definition. Her marvelously proportioned booty and 25-year-old boobs seemed even larger in reality. Funny thing is, compared to 5'10" Donny, she was a virtual giant. Watching the 6-foot tall amazon forcibly bouncing up and down like a jack hammer on my hubby's lower half, I couldn't help but snicker.

My lips loosened from an intense pout and curled into a half-witted smile. The more I watched their hyper-charged lust, the more comical the whole scene became. "Good Lord Donny, she'll ruin you for sure!" I chided to myself. Feeling the patch of ice taking its toll on my poor booties, I shifted my weight as the comedy played on.

"Oops, must be the end of Act 1," I assumed, as the mismatched couple switched positions. Now my view of MJ was completely unobstructed, as Donny slid down her long torso and legs to have at her snatch. "God, what a fucking slut," I nearly verbalized, as my hubby's mouth and tongue went to work on her pussy. "What a... an incredible fucking slut!" I reissued to myself, as my breath started to fog the window.

Her spread thighs and uncommonly long legs twitched and danced, as my hubby continued to pleasure her. All the time, the drama in her facial expressions rapidly morphed from fear and pain to ecstasy; from ecstatic joy to insatiable wickedness. With Donny's face buried in her bushy vagina, he must be missing all of this. I became increasingly enamored with her and helpless to avert my eyes. [My God, she can't actually SEE me, can she?] Paranoia set in, along with my increasing infatuation.

My answer came soon enough. She wasn't playing to an audience of one. Two hairy stocky legs bent at the knees joined her. [Damn drapes!] I couldn't make him out from his posterior. Clearly MJ was making out just fine, as she greedily jacked and sucked the second man's hard cock.

By now my jealousy had switched from MJ to whomever was doing her, and I'm sure my breath wasn't the only thing steaming up the window. Feeling bolder, I came out of my crouch and stood up. Curiosity had gotten the best of me. Rubbing my fingers ever-so-lightly over the frosted glass for a better look at Mister Hairy Butt Man; I was getting good at all this stealth stuff.

Unfortunately that last thought was simply a conjecture on my part, as I heard the squeak. [Just a tiny little squeak. They couldn't have heard...] "Oh SHIT!" Heads jerked/turned and three sets of eyes shot to where they each thought the noise come from. That's when my pink bootie froze to the ice patch and my head hit the window trying to salvage it. "My God, it's Kenny!"

My heightened senses and half-frozen body somehow got their shit together enough to get me running and skidding back down the icy walkway and metal stairwell. Nearly out of breath by the time I got to the Caddy, I figured there must be three naked people hot on my heels. Grabbing the back door handle, I whipped it open and virtually dove into the back seat.

"DRIVE!"

"What's the deal? Are you okay?" Josh cranked over the ignition.

"DRIVE DAMN IT!" I shouted, slowly peering out the rear window.

"Okay, okay; we're outta here," Josh shifted into gear and within minutes we were out of the neighborhood and on the interstate.

"Did anybody see you? What happened?" Josh scanned his rearview mirror.

Still out of breath and shaken from my perilous escape, I had no idea if they had seen me. Finally sitting up, holding on to my ice-soaked bootie, I tried to collect myself. Noticing the approaching exit sign for our subdivision, I blurted out. "No, I don't want to go home. I need to get to a bar. Take me to a bar... the closest one!" I demanded.

"Okay, but..."

"But WHAT? How hard is it to figure out? I need a God damn drink, Josh -- okay!" I emphasized, starring out into the dark nothingness.

"It's like 1 o'clock. The bars are closed. Besides, I can't..." Josh reasoned.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. You couldn't get in, even if they WERE open! DAMN IT!"

Josh kept the car headed out of town, as we silently considered other options. After he suggested we could stop at a truck stop or rest area to talk, I offered no response. More miles peeled by, as I tried to shake the images clouding my head.

"Well, I just hope you're not too upset with me. I sure didn't mean any harm," Josh repented, saying anything to get me to respond.

"I'm not upset with you, Honey. I'm not one to shoot the messenger--just really need a nice stiff drink right about now, ya know," I sniffled.

Josh & Jack don't mix +++++

Another mile marker later, Josh broke through the deafening silence. "If you promise not to get too pissed at me, maybe I could find you a drink."

"What the hell does THAT mean? I mean okay, I promise I won't get pissed," I added in a restrained voice. Josh bent down and under the rider's side. Bringing out a small bottle from under the seat, he passed it back to me. "Ah, holding out on me huh?"

"Remember, you won't get pissed -- right? And NO questions!" He added, as I unscrewed the cap.

"Jack Daniels, Wow! Now that takes me back a few years," I quipped and gulped down a nice, long shot. "WHEW, good ole Jack still kicks ass! Thanks Sweetheart," I smiled into the rearview mirror and took another long dose. [It's kind of a nice revelation to find out your kid has taste, when it comes to his whiskey. Even if he's too young to... never mind.]

"Hey take it easy there, Lady," Josh warned, as I downed yet another long stiff shot.

Ignoring his cautions, I leaned back on the long warm leather seat and opened my trench coat. "God is it hot in here, or is it me?" I giggled and doffed my remaining bootie.

"Man, that stuff will go straight to your brain. You better slow down a little."

"Straight to my brain. Straight to the fat lady's brain; that's just where I need it--HA!"

I think he was at first amused at seeing his Mom getting a little loopy. At first, that is. "Here, let's take a break for a while. How's that?" Josh said, reaching back to take the bottle.

"Hey Sailor, you're too young for this stuff. So you just k-keep your hands to yourself." [only a slight slur].

"C'mon now, just a little break okay?" He pleaded.

"A break huh? Okay, I'll make you deal. You get us off this road and all these stupid lights, and I'll give ya a sip." [Here I am trying to strike a drunkard's bargain with my own son.]

"No bright lights, is THAT it?" He asked, pulling off the next exit.

"Yeah, this fat ole lady needs a nice dark hole to crawl off to... or is it INto?"

Pulling off on an outer road and then onto a dark service road to who-the-hell-knows where, he stopped, shifted into park, and turned around. "There ya go--nice and dark; now what's this nonsense about an old fat lady? I see no such person in THIS car!" His smile nearly melted me.

"No fair! I know how you guys work," I winked and teased him with the bottle.

"Us guys?"

"Yeah, you're all alike. Get a girl drunk, steal her bottle of hooch, and then leave her in the ditch," taking another short swig. "Well it ain't gonna happen; not with this Mrs. Chubbybuns."

Josh must have realized at this point that trying to reason with me could be impractical. Switching off the car, he got out and opened the back door. By this time I had discarded the trench coat and edged myself against the opposite door, keeping a firm grip on the whiskey. Josh slid into the backseat, took a long look and rolled his eyes.

"C'mon now Mom and tell me what happened back there," he pleaded.

"You mean back at the motel? Well, g-guess it was just another case of an unhappy married man getting his rocks off with some sweet young thing." A few tears and sniffles confirmed my accusation.

"I'm sorry; should of never put you through that," Josh apologized and reassured me with a glancing touch on my knee.

"Hey, it's not your fault. After the last three months I suspected something was going on. It's no real mystery. I mean how many guys want to have anything to do with an old, fat woman?" I opened up.

"Okay, enough of this old and fat stuff. Good Lord you're not even 40 and the guys I know think you're in good shape," he said rubbing my knee.

I capped the bottle and moved closer to face him. "Here look at this," I said, pulling my long ash blonde hair back. "See that--crow's feet!" I noted, forcing him to look at my eyes.

"Come on Mom. A little makeup and no one can see that!" He smiled.

"Okay, OKAY then; I'll show you 'fat'!" I added. Backing up in the seat, I squirmed out of my jeans and pulled up my gown. "See, you can't ignore THAT!" I yelled, holding the gown high enough to cover my face and head.

No comment.

Finally after more than a minute of exposing myself, I uncovered enough of my eyes to check his expression. His eyes were firmly locked on my bared chest. "Geez Josh, I don't mean those; I'm talking about THIS," I stated and pinched a bit more than a few inches around my tummy.

"Incredible; simply incredible!" Was his robotic response.

"Yes Dear, I know. I've never had a problem THERE," I said with an air of pride.

Releasing my grip on the gown, I shut down my son's personal peep show. Shaking back to reality, his eyes shifted to meet mine. "Problem? I don't see a problem. Dad is just a frigging IDIOT!"

"You don't get it do you? Here, now pay attention," I said. Hiking the gown up [just a little this time], I raised my pelvis and yanked down my cotton panties. "There, see the problem!" I asked, spreading my chunky thighs wide for his inspection.

Judging from Josh's second failure to respond, I can only assume I was embarrassing him. "I'm sorry Honey. This must be really grossing you out. [GOD, what a sorry excuse for a mother.] Please forgive me," I shook my head and reached down for my jeans to cover up. As I leaned forward to conceal my strange behavior, I felt Josh's hand on my face. When he lifted my chin and motioned my face close to his the jeans fell from my grip.

"Mom, can I be perfectly honest with you?"

With eyes still ashamed to face him, I nodded.

"There isn't a man alive that could resist you and your charms. Maybe we all see ourselves as less than desirable at certain times. Trust me on this; this is definitely NOT one of those times. You are undeniably beautiful and I believe in your heart you know it," he added and kissed my forehead.

The fact that my 18-year-old son could conjure up such a caring and inspirational remark, and deliver it with such confidence, took my breath away. I virtually melted into his arms. Grabbing the scruff of his neck, I pulled him until his lips barely touched mine. "Tell me you love me," I whispered into his mouth.

"You know I do," he whispered innocently.

Our lips were poised mere microns from touching. Pulling my gown up with one hand, I prodded his hand to my chest. "Tell me," I urged and slid my hand down his chest to his lap.
"I love you," He whispered not so innocently and grabbed a hold of my weighty boob.

Prolonging a prelude to the inevitable would be futile. Opening my mouth wide, I forced my tongue inside and gave up any pretense. In my present state of inebriation Josh represented a man who desired me. Good ole Jack Daniels had twisted my brain back some twenty years to crazier times when sex was new, raw and free of alteration. It wasn't until our first passionate kiss subsided that I took note of just whom I was kissing. Running my fingers through his long blond locks our eyes locked.

His immediate reaction to my assault was unexpected. I must have unlocked a latent desire, as he quickly returned my kiss with an even deeper one. The whole mother/son sinful thing flashed through my head like a warped afterthought. Our mutual desire kindled an unquenchable thirst for more and more of each other. Ripping off my gown with one hand, he buried his face between my jugs, while I scurried to unbuckle his jeans. Lying down on the leather seat, my arms reached out to beckon him to me.

Our shared lust at that moment was suddenly a monstrous yet silent beast. Watching him tear away his jeans and shirt, the subdued reflective light from the snow-caked roads allowed him to see me fondling my boobs and fingering my wet pussy. Pulling down his boxers, I got my first look at his imposing hunk of manhood. My little boy had definitely grown up--and out! [must take after my side of the family]

"Hmm, come to Momma," was all I could invoke, as I smiled up at him.

Slowly lowering his long body over me, he inexplicably stopped in mid-flight. Supported by his strong arms, he suddenly froze. Tossing his head back, staring at the blank headliner, he must have had a come-to-Jesus moment. "We can't DO this," he hovered and shook his head while I reached to stroke his rock-hard nine-inch erection.

"Oh God Josh! You can't stop NOW! Please Baby, just this once. I need..." I pleaded and firmed up my grip on his thick cock.

"You need... you need WHAT? You need somebody, anybody to fuck you, right?" He started to fade. "Well, problem is; I'm not just ANYbody! Sorry, I can't do this," he sighed and leaned back to sort things out. He was slipping away from me and his timing couldn't be worse. All my addled brain could suspect was yet another rejection.

"Look here now, it's like taking your date to the prom and not dancing!" I lamely tried to reason, as I scrambled up to implore him. "Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've had a really good dance, do you!" I emphasized, pulling his face to mine.

"I'm SORRY, okay! I thought I could... take you--oh, how easy it would be. Shit, I guess something snapped; must be all those morals you raised me with -- HA!"

"Here Josh, Baby you just need a drink," I uncapped the Jack.

Pushing the bottle away, he joked again, "Geez Mom, you think getting me wasted will make it all right? Even I'M smart enough to realize that won't do the trick."

"DAMN IT JOSH! Now you're really trying to make me feel like a fat, sloppy sleazebag," I pouted, sensing I was about to give up the fight.

"Oh please, don't start with THAT crap again," he replied, putting his shirt back on.

"Okay, I'm sorry Baby. I really DO appreciate all of your help tonight," I switched my tone and stopped him from dressing.

The Accidental Voyeur? +++++

"Well, that's better."

"Can't you do me just one little favor? It's not much to ask and it won't take long," I batted my eyes and helped pull his shirt back down. "I think it would REALLY help... I mean to feel you next to me. Just for a moment or so," I begged with my best puppy-dog eyes.

My son must have thought I was nuts, but when I promised not to do anything tricky. He relented. "Only for a few seconds, and that's it," he reminded me.

"It's a deal," I smiled, leaned back and again spread my naked self before him. "You don't need these, do you?" I stated tugging at his boxers.

"Oh, I think I DO, thank you," he said and leaned down to technically embrace me.

Even in my semi-sober state I began to sense the elements, as he slid down on top of me. Almost at once his body warmth not only sheltered me from the cold night air, but (on a completely different level) sent a chill through me. He slowly nestled in close. The sinful pleasure of our nearly naked bodies touching was remarkable. Maybe that's all I needed. I sensed Josh was having similar sensations, until I felt his erection reform. Urging him to settle in deeper, my fingers pulled against his long muscular torso. Stroking his broad back and trim sides, I spread my legs.

"Hmm, that's it Baby; now doesn't that feel better?" I whispered and felt his hardon against my mons. A few muffled grunts later, he relaxed enough to reach and pull aside a few locks of my hair.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No Baby; not in the slightest. Actually here, try and relax," I said, now able to wrap my legs around him. Wiggling my pelvis against his fully formed cock, I felt his boxers open, ever-so-slightly. I rocked the two of us just enough to gain an advantage and plied a diversion.

"I am relaxed--well, most of me is... relaxed," he admitted, while I lifted his head to tease his lips with my tongue.

"Guess I'd be a bit offended if you were TOTALLY relaxed, Josh," I smiled and licked his lower lip.

"Hey, you didn't say anything about kissing," he stated making a pseudo frown.

By this time, I had wiggled and maneuvered his manhood out through the barn door. Feeling the length of his exposed cock against me, I locked my legs at the ankles around his waist and raised my pelvis up and back toward me. With his thick man-muscle parting my well-lubricated slit, I pressed my pussy hard against him. It seemed so natural for him to start his engine as well.

"I'm sorry. Guess if you don't like kissing, I shouldn't really force..." he stopped me in mid pout with a full-on, full-mouth osculation that took my breath away. Scraping my embedded nails slowly from the center of his back to the sides, I lost myself in his lust-filled kiss. Something had re-lit his fire and I was fairly certain of its source--between my thighs. Sustaining our kiss, he rose to his knees and slid the entire length of his perfect cock smack dab against my pussy.

Tearing our mouths apart, I gasped for air. "That's what you want, isn't it? You want me to get you off, right?" He demanded.

"Oh God, YES! J-Josh, don't stop Baby--d-don't SSTOP!" I screamed, as I felt my clit jockey from one side of his hot cock to the other. Shaking my head wildly, I reached down to help the process along. Rubbing and slapping my pussy between his long, fast strokes, I soon had myself on the verge of an orgasm. "Oh God, OH GODD!" I screamed, while my eyes frantically locked on his expression. Grabbing his hand, I forced it to my heaving chest, while the palm of my other hand forced his thick rod hard against my saturated lips. When he roughly took hold on one big melon and then the other I felt the damn burst.

Not since my early dating days had I rode a dry-mounted fuck to completion. I suppose dry mount is probably stretching the meaning here. However "dry" by definition, what happened next was anything but dry.

Unlocking my ankles, my hips and thighs slowly shuddered and jerked their way down his hips, as my splendid orgasm took its sweet time subsiding. Rubbing my blond bush to savor the afterglow, I still had my son's hand attached to my boob. Amid my own selfish desires I had somehow avoided my lover's needs. Still kneeling as in some suspended animation, he was obviously trying to counter and subdue his need to complete his own climax. It was all he could do NOT to take hold of his throbbing monster and finish the job.

"Let me do it, Baby," I said taking his engorged cock in my hand.

Without a response, he watched like an accidental voyeur as I gripped it harder and slowly jerked it back and forth. With my hand locked around his ultimate hardon, I got to my knees. Leaning back and forth to accentuate my hand job, I contemplated taking such a tempting meaty treat in my mouth.

"Yeah Baby, just let it go. You make me feel SO good. Let me help, Darlin'" I pleaded.

Using both hands on him, I leaned down to take it in my mouth. "NO... NO!" He yelled, grabbing my head with one hand and the end of his erection with the other. I could only surmise that the idea of his own mother sucking him off was too much to realize.

"SH—iTT!" He roared, as stream after glorious stream of white gooey cum shot from his pecker like Chinese fireworks. I was at once in awe and proud, as my boy's thick canon unloaded another barrage, bathing my boobs in homemade mayonnaise. After squeezing out a few parting rounds he re-parked his power tool back in his boxers and made an unwelcomed apology.

"You silly goose! This is one mess I LOVE cleaning up -- HA!" I grinned and scooped up a few fingers full of his cum to lick clean.

"Here, I think we better head back," Josh said, handing me a small box of Kleenex from under the front seat.

The brisk winter wind slapped at us like a frozen shovel, as we got dressed and climbed back in to front seat. Back-tracking our way to the interstate and then a short drive home, I leaned over to silent Josh. Lightly brushing his cheek, I remarked "Why Josh, if I didn't know you better, I would think you didn't enjoy yourself."

Pulling into his allotted space to the side of the garage, he shut the Caddy off, turned toward me and gave me a cautious yet brilliant smile. Nothing more was said.

Let's Get Physical +++++

The next few weeks drifted by with little dialog between Donny and myself, or Josh for that matter. The holidays came and went, again without mention of that particular night at the Family Inn. The only outward change in my hubby's behavior was his being home nights. I assumed he either found out about our spying on him, or MJ was too busy to bother with 40-year-old married men. Either way, I had already made up my mind to push myself kicking and screaming into self-improvement. I determined it was definitely time for me to shape up.

Call it a New Year's resolution or too much back talking from the mirror; I was ready for an overhaul. After cutting out anything in my diet that slightly resembled food I liked, I blew the dust off of our trusty treadmill in the basement and invested in a few Jane Fonda workout VHS tapes. [Personally, I always considered Hanoi-Jane no more than some goofy un-American pretentious hack, but she did hit on something worthwhile with the whole new fitness rage.]

It was closing in on March, when I finally noticed the dial on my bathroom scale had stopped bouncing up and down like a yo-yo. I was effectively holding the needle at 128 lbs. and decided to add light weight lifting to my regimen. By April, the leftover flab around my tummy, arms and thighs actually began to disappear. In reality, everything was becoming toned and tight. That's when I knew I was positively on the right track. Needless to say, I felt fantastic with each workout. My predetermined goals changed weekly, until I was maintaining 125 lbs. with about 8% body fat. No longer a chunky middle-aged frump, I delighted in my new sexy self and even took to laughing back at the mirror.

The memory of witnessing my husband and our neighbor doing the nasty with MJ, the young amazon slut, still hung in my brain like a wart that wouldn't go away. However, with my readjusted attitude and self-confidence, I didn't dwell on such things. I was too busy picking out new clothes, getting my hair styled, treating myself to frequent sun bathing and relishing the latest cat calls. [One particular construction site on 12th Street became my favorite promenade--mostly younger studs with louder-than-average whistles.]

There Goes the Neighborhood +++++

I referred to our neighbor, Kenny earlier (actually his hairy ass). He was the third musketeer on duty that night at the Family Inn with dear 'ole Donny and MJ, the 25-year-old glamazon. Kenny is actually married to Marjorie "Marge" and they have a son, George, affectionately referred to as "Porgy or Porge" [I'll explain later].

Not merely our neighbors, Kenny also worked with my hubby, Donny in home remodeling. Low-achiever, pudgy Kenny's sole claim to fame is that he married Marge. She is a gregarious bundle of riddles. A short, trim brunette who over-dresses for most any occasion, drowns herself in cheap perfume and dime-store jewelry, and boasts a vast knowledge of virtually every tabloid magazine. She could best be described as a poor man's socialite. I spent a fair amount of time with Marge, but still knew very little about what makes her tick. Since the parts that I was aware of are frequently laced with huge doses of impropriety, conjecture and just plain gossip, it's probably just as well. I learned long ago that gossips are not good people to share secrets.

As ambivalent as he is and as gushing as she is; Kenny and Marge are our neighbors and, except for Kenny's hairy ass, are comparatively attractive. Their son, George "Porgy", Josh's age is a living doll. The kind of cuddly teddy bear you just want to smother with kisses. Only a bit taller than me, at 5' 6" he carries just enough weight to be considered solid. One can easily see with those deep-set dark eyes and sandy hair, he's destined to be a lady killer. [Of course I often fantasized about volunteering to be his first victim.]

In retrospect, it was likely a poor idea to share any of the events that transpired at the Family Inn with Marge. She must have caught me in a weak moment when I admitted observing my hubby's infidelity. I was discreet enough NOT to mention her husband was also part of the three-ring circus. What seemed to equally tantalize her lust for scandal was my account of Josh's part in the sordid episode. Although I refrained from sharing any juicy details I could tell from her wide-eyed expression, the idea of my son having the hots for an older woman appealed to a devious tendency I hadn't noticed earlier.

After shrugging off my concerns about Donny and MJ as middle-aged crisis-crap, she was much more intent on knowing about Josh. "So Barb, do you think he has a thing for mature women, or just for you? No, of course, all boys have crushes on attractive, experienced women," she was prone to answering her own assumptions. I was once again rendered speechless, as she prattled on about how... "He just needs to be exposed to the right woman; in the right circumstance; it's all about timing..." she was no doubt concocting a scenario with herself playing the role of seductress. I chalked up the conversation as pointless, and had to giggle a little at the idea of Josh having anything to do with crazy Marge.

Pole Position +++++

That May was a special month for high school seniors. It meant: senior prom, final exams, graduation, summer break, and preparing for college--a busy time for sure. Amid all the hoopla and hubbub some kids found themselves suffering from separation anxiety. It was most notable with Josh and his two close friends, Porge and Lurch. Each boy enrolled in a different college, so a parting of ways was inevitable. Being studs-in-training, the macho thing was not to discuss or outwardly show how their eventual separation would affect their relationship. Instead they had become inseparable, with each one knowing exactly where the other two were at all times--and this was before the proliferation of cell phones.

For years the boys used our place as one of their preferred hangouts--actually our walkout basement to be specific. Donny had splurged a few years back and purchased a full-size arcade game, a pool table, along with weightlifting and exercise equipment. "If they're gonna hang out here, they might as well entertain themselves in the process," his exact words. In reality, I always thought that was a sorry excuse to get more boy toys for him. However, this was one time when he was right. Unless we had company over, the boys were the only ones making use of the stuff. At least until I started exercising and weightlifting. Over the years we added a long couch, a television and a few chairs, so the area finally resembled an actual rec room. The boys seemed to love it and it was a mixed blessing having them around.

There was one particular Friday that May that holds a special memory for me. I had just arrived home from work. After collecting the mail, I found a pair of notes on the kitchen counter. Meg had gone off to "hang" with her girl friends at the mall and was going to a movie, while Donny noted that he would be working late. Breathing a quiet sigh of relief at not having to make dinner, I peeled off my light suit jacket. In hopes of playing up to my boss for a raise, I'd been dressing to the nines lately. Unzipping my short skirt at the hip, I glanced outside to see Porge coming up the backyard walk--alone. Seeing the boys in my backyard was nothing out of the ordinary. The fact that he was flying solo was news.

I suspended the normal response of zipping up and making myself respectable. Porge was my personal favorite, when it came to teasing, prodding and issuing sexy double entendres. This seemed like the perfect time to have some fun with him. Leaving the zipper down, I pulled my white satin blouse out and quickly unbuttoned. Grabbing the mail to use as a prop, I strode across the kitchen tile to open the door.

"Hey Porge, how's it hangin'?" I welcomed him, seemingly engrossed in the mail.

"Oh Hi Mrs. B; you surprised me!" He answered, as I swung the door open.

Letting my focus shift from the junk mail up to his eyes and back down again, his double-take on my open blouse was substantial. For once he was struck speechless. My white lace Victoria Secret uplift bra was clearly visible and his young wide eyes drank in each full cup.

"Uh, hanging just fine and how are you hang..." He stopped short of repeating his normal return line.

"Hmm; cat got your tongue, Porge?" I smiled, before feigning to be amazed at my exposed attributes. "Oops, sorry about that; just trying to get a raise from my cheap-ass boss. I don't think it's working," I said clamping the lapels together.

"The guy must be a fool. If I were him..." Porge thought.

"Yes?"

"Actually Missus B, I don't think I've seen you looking more... beautiful!" He said, quickly shifting his gaze from my chest to my eyes.

Reacting to Porgy's over-complimentary appraisal, "Why Porge, how very Eddie Haskell of you," I laughed.

"Let's just say, you sure enough got a rise from me," he nervously shifted in his tight basketball shorts. [Yep, in '88, guys' basketball shorts were truly shorts--not knee-length skirts.]

I tossed my Linda Evans [from TV's Dynasty fame]-ratted ash blonde locks to one side and laughed, "I said RAISE silly, but thanks for the compliment." His face turned a shade redder, as my hand brushed over his package in passing. Stopping at the counter, I turned toward him and leaned down to rest my elbows. "So where's the other two musketeers; on a mission to deflower some unsuspecting damsel, I'm sure."

Seating himself at one of our large bar stools, Porge attempted conversation. In spite of the two nearly over-flowing goblets taunting him, he gave it a try. "Well Lurch, I mean Larry had to work on his Cougar; said he'd catch up with us later. And J-Man (Josh) is busy..."

"Josh is busy? Busy with what?" I asked, balancing my heel to and fro in three-inch pumps.

"To be honest Mrs. B, I'm not sure," he said, casually rotating on the stool.

"C'mon Porge, you must have a good idea. You guys know when each of you took your last dump--for God's sake!" I rolled my eyes and unbuttoned the cuffs on my blouse.

In undoing the cuffs, I "accidentally" shoved a letter off the counter. Turning my ass toward Porge, I leaned down to the floor to pick it up. Hearing a distinctive clearing of the throat told me he appreciated my rear view as well.
"Okay, but I'm not sure, I think he might be helping my mom with something," he said, with a concealing tone.

I gave him a raised eyebrow and waited. One has to be patient with eighteen-year-old boys. Finally he took a big inhale and finished his conclusion. "See, the old man bought this new 35mm camera. She (Marge) knows that J-Man is into photography and stuff, and so I heard her ask him to help her figure out how to work it. I guess the old man said it was busted and she thought Josh could look at it for her."

"Hmm, sounds innocent enough to me, how about you?" I asked rhetorically.

"Me? What the heck do I know about... anything?" He sounded a bit reticent about being left out of the loop.

"Gosh Porge, don't feel dejected. I was just going to work out, if you wanna join me?" I asked.

"Ah nah, but maybe I could wait downstairs, play some pole or something," he decided.

"Pole?" I asked

"Pole Position...the game, ya know."

"Oh sure, I'll be down in a jiffy to work out," I answered, recalling how the boys like to play Pole Position.

Porge left for the basement, while I finished undressing and dressed for the treadmill. Pulling up a pair of tiny grey sweat short-shorts, I opted not to wear my usual sports bra. Instead I shoved my melons into a skin-tight deep-cut tank top. A pair of white ankle socks, head band and tennies, and I was ready. Touching up my big hair and makeup [one must look their best when exercising.] I grabbed one of Donny's long white starched shirts for a cover up. I rolled up the too-long cuffs and tied the tails around my midriff. [Not abs of steel quite yet, but definitely tanned and toned.]

Before heading to the treadmill I decided to give Marge a quick call and check on Josh. "Oh yeah Barb, he's over here working on this stupid camera. Apparently we hadn't checked this one thingy; it works fine now. I'm trying to talk him into taking me to the park to take some shots. Did you know he broke up with his girl friend? This might be a real good time to... you don't mind if I hit on your son, do you?" She laughed.

"Huh? I don't think..." She stopped me and halfway assured me that was not her true intention. I knew enough about Marge not to completely believe anything she said.

Neither Josh nor I had discussed anything except graduation-related stuff since that wild December night. I was concerned to hear he and his girlfriend had parted ways without mentioning it to me, but I suppose it's time for him to handle his own affairs. Filing that one away for another time, I grabbed a bottled water from the fridge and headed for the basement.

I was about midway down the stairs when I caught sight of Porge playing the arcade game, Pole Position. [Current gamers might recognize the name, but not realize it was first an arcade game in the early '80's]. Those unfamiliar with it should know it's a fairly simple game, where the driver is confronted with several racing courses that he/she had to maneuver as fast as possible without wrecking. The boys played it for hours on end.

After several months, all of them could easily kick its ass. So, to make it more competitive they added diversions. I spied one particular "diversion" when cleaning the basement last year. Pulling the game from against the wall, I discovered three girly magazines... Playboy, Penthouse, and Gent. It wasn't until I eavesdropped later that I found one of the guys playing/driving while the others taunted him with a centerfold from one of the mags. The diverter would hold up the picture in front of them and say the nastiest things, trying to avert or otherwise distract the driver to the point where he ultimately laughed himself into the ditch. It was entertaining, watching how they feigned female voices and made the crudest gestures to achieve the diversions.

The game was also popular with females, since it didn't involve blowing up something or killing somebody. I actually got pretty good at it, in my spare time. However, since such games were considered a guy-thing, I never let on that I could even play it. [Any degree of hand/eye coordination in women should be reserved for knitting or some shit -- RIGHT!]

Anyway, there Porge was with his tight little ass in those short-shorts bumping and grinding against the arcade for every last bonus point. Coming up from behind him, I planted my hands firmly on his swaying hips. Ignoring me, Porge continued his assault on the digital race track. I leaned in close to his ear.

"Hey, you're pretty good at this; I had no idea..." I whispered.

"Oh well, ya know, we play it a lot," was his delayed response.

Holding his focus on the track, I tried a more loaded observation. "Awfully good at those curves, aren't you?" I asked rhetorically, as he downshifted to blast through another hairpin turn. "WELL, guess I'd better get on my horse. I'm just being a distraction for you," I surmised, judging from his lack of response.

"No, I mean you don't distract me." Flooring the accelerator, he added, "What were you saying about a horse?"

After a series of long leg and arm stretches I stepped up on the treadmill. Flipping the key, I punched in my program and was off and jogging. The noisy motor drowned out any other sounds within a 20-foot radius, so I was surprised with a tap on my shoulder.

"Just wanted to let you know, you weren't distracting me," he mouthed. I shook my head and shrugged.

"DISTRACTING ME!" He yelled like I was deaf.

Pulling back my long hair, I removed two earplugs. "What's that Porge?"

"Sorry, I just meant you weren't dis-TRACTING!" His voice still surged, as I powered down the treadmill.

"Gosh Porge, I heard ya the second time!" I said, climbing off the horse. "What is it anyway? Do you need a distraction, is that it? Because, when it comes to distractions, I'm your girl!" I winked.

Red-faced again, Porge's eyes scanned my white shirt, before rewording his point. "No, no you've got me all wrong. It's like sometimes when we play the game, we do different things to throw each other off, ya know." He nodded for me to accept his interpretation.

"And, you would call these things you do distractions--right?" I asked, as I sauntered to the rear of the arcade.

"Yeah, we call them distractions... you know like making faces, funny voices... stuff like that."

"And these... what would you call these?" I smiled holding up a recent copy of Playboy.

"Uh."

"Hmm, I would think THIS would surely be considered a distraction," I said, paging through the contents. Stopping at the centerfold, I unfolded a perfectly air-brushed blond-haired honey and held it up in front of me. "Aren't I a suitable distraction, kind Sir?" I said in my best air-headed bimbo voice.

"UH."

"Now Porge, that's simply not an acceptable comeback. Maybe blondes don't trip your trigger. Is that it?" I said, tossing that magazine to the floor. Flipping through Penthouse, I found a dark-headed brunette with similar attributes. Unfolding the centerfold like before, I held it high and feigned a dark smoky voice. "What about me Dahling, can't I be your favorite distraction, hmm?"

Lowering the centerfold to just below my eyes, I watched his embarrassment turn into amusement. [You too-cute Koala bear, I could force feed you my pussy in a heartbeat!]

"Hey, you do that pretty good, Missus B," he said with an emerging smile that lit up his entire face. "But how do YOU know about...THAT?"

"Don't you know by now Porge; mothers know EVERYthing!" I remarked from the other side of the centerfold.

"And you're not upset?"

"Oh hell no, I think it's funny. I'm just glad you boys like to play with paper dolls, as opposed to having real ones over here... saying some of those naughty things you guys come up with."

"Well it IS interesting to hear an actual feminine voice coming from the pictures," Porge added, glancing down below the centerfold.

"You think?"

"Especially one with legs like yours--sorry."

"No need to apologize Porgy. I should be so lucky to have legs like this one," I said turning the magazine to observe her gams and then mine.

"In fact your legs work even better with the blonde," Porge further noted.

"See, I KNEW you were into blondes," I said, tossing the brunette to the floor in favor of the top-heavy blonde. "Say, whatever happened to that little Cindy Lou Who? She always looked like she'd be good girly magazine material."

"Oh Cindy Lewis... she's history. Besides she'd never pose or even qualify to be in one of those," he said, adjusting the standing centerfold's legs to match up where mine were. "See, you're nearly a perfect match -- WOW!"

Craning my head to see what he saw, I caught him adjusting his package. "Not qualified, how so?"

"No tits, oops I mean she's not very... endowed, shall we say." Porge stated in a more relaxed tone.

"Ah, I see. Well, that could be a problem."

"Not a problem for some women," he said with a wink.

"Why Porge, are you intimating that I have big tits?" I asked with a smidge of scolding in my voice.

"Hey, I never said that, Mrs. B! I would NEVER be so rude," the boy backed off, as I lowered the centerfold.

"Hmm, maybe you'd better go back to your game," I urged and bent down to collect the magazines. Returning them to their hideout, I suddenly felt a silent sexual tension settling in.

"Geez, I'm sorry Mrs. B., I never meant to make you upset. Please forgive me?" Porge put his hand to my shoulder to show his concern. He had broken the invisible barrier. That barrier between an attractive older woman and a vital young man dissolved like curtain of sand. Letting his hand keep me from moving any further, I stopped and turned to face him.

"Porgy, do you know how you got your nickname?" I asked, completely changing the subject. His hand slid down my arm.

"I don't know. I'd always figured it was from that comedy group, the Firesign Theatre that Lurch listens to all the time. That record they made about Porgy Tirebiter... he's a student like you," he sang.

"Uh actually no. It's not nearly as complicated. Boy, that Lurch is a real stoner, isn't he?"

"Yep, 'fraid so," Porge nodded, letting his hand drop to his side. I replaced his hand with mine on his shoulder.

"Remember the old nursery rhyme... "Georgy Porgy, puddin' and pie?" I asked leaning in close.

"Oh yeah..."kissed the girls and made them cry"--right?" he finished the refrain.

"You were so damn cute when we first met you, I just couldn't help myself. That's when everybody started referring to you as Porgy," I said pulling him close to whisper.

"Hmm, I had no idea," he returned with a whisper.

"Only problem is... being 14 years old, you had no desire what-so-ever in kissing girls."

"Thank God that didn't last long. I've kissed plenty of girls since then," he smiled proudly.

"And made them cry?" I asked, lightly licking his earlobe.

"Gosh, I don't think... I never meant to...," I felt his knees buckle just a bit, as my hand lowered down to rest in the small of his back.

"There's one girl you've never kissed, Porge. Are you afraid I might cry, hmm?" I said, shifting my face to lip-lock with him.

"I-I'm not in the habit of kissing married girls," his lips formed the words brushing against my lips as he murmured.

"Why not let me worry about that." I said and finally raised my painted eyes to meet his.

The anxious silence that followed was overwhelming. I knew on some level he wanted me, but being suddenly confused with his allegiance to my son and respect for whatever hubby and I had was too heavy a consequence. [This was surely a Jack Daniels moment, and I wasn't holding.] Leaning back to better visualize his perplexed expression, I patted his chest, smiled reluctantly, and turned around to remount the treadmill. The deep exhaled sigh at my backside was tangible. Turning the key, I resumed my program, as Porge gripped the game's steering wheel and reached for the gear shift. I curiously watched as he blankly froze at the qualifying screen. After a good five minutes, I knew a myriad of contradictions must be rolling around in his teenage brain. Suddenly his hands dropped from the wheel and gear shift. Pulling his foot off the accelerator, he turned and moved toward me. He had made a decision.

"Can I ask you a question, Barb?" He stood, hands on hips, directly in front of me.

"I... I suppose," I started not knowing what to expect. He no longer referred to me as Mrs. B. and I reckoned from his dominant behavior, I'd better shut down the horse and give him my complete attention.

"Have you ever played that game?" He asked with all sincerity.

"That game?"

"Yes, 'Pole Position', have you ever actually played it?"

"No, I just watch you guys, you know," I lied.

"I know, and you probably think we're just wasting our time, when we could be exercising and getting into great shape like you."

"Well..."

"Well nothing. I think it's time YOU played it. You need to see what it feels like. Come on over here now," Porge demanded, pointing his finger to the exact spot.

"Okay, whatever you say. I will give it a shot." I smiled to be included in their man games. "You WILL be patient with me, won't you? I'm just a girl, you know," I said, rolling up my sleeves.

"Just grab the wheel with your left hand. Grab the gear shift with your right and step on the gas."

"Okay, here goes nothing," I said and promptly drove off the digital road. "Shit, I mean SHUTE! You may have to show me how to steer this dumb thing," I added, batting an eyelid or two.

"Here, the least I can do is get you on the road, I guess," Porge said. I rested my hand on his, before speed-shifting and gassing the pedal. "No, not like that," he warned and put my other hand on the gear shift. "Now slowly give it some gas." Feeling his torso against my back, I stepped on the pedal. He kept us on the road, as I fed it more gas.

After steering us through several turns and curves, I acted like maybe I could get the hang of it. He eased off and let me handle things myself. Soon I was keeping my car on the road and speeding up on straight-aways. [Gosh, what a great teacher he was -- HA!] He applauded my every shift and turn like I was his prized pupil. "Are you sure you've never played this before?" He asked, as I maneuvered the pixilated car through another rough turn.

"No, it's my first time; you must be a great teacher! This is FUN... and kind of exciting," I added, lying my ass off.

"Really? Yeah, I guess the first time can be exciting," he agreed and perhaps amused by the innuendo.

"Gosh yes, my heart is pounding! Here, feel it," I said, pulling his hand from behind me. I placed his hand on my left boob, and quickly reached for the gear shift. "There, can you feel it?"

"Ah yeah, I see what you mean," he said, barely touching me. Shifting back into third gear, I returned my fingers to undo two buttons on my white shirt.

"Here Silly, you can't feel anything; give me your hand," I said and forced his hand inside my shirt, neatly resting it under my weighty boob. "THERE, can you feel it now? It's beating like crazy."

"Oh YEAH, it IS thumpin' for sure!" He exclaimed, letting his fingers nestle under my weighty boob for a nice long feel. "Watch out, think you can handle this big turn?" He warned and let his hand slide up to cup my d-sized melon. Running his fingers over my hard nipple, I let him keep fondling me, while I executed the turn.

"I think the real question is can YOU handle it?" I leaned back into his chest.

"God it's getting hot in here! Aren't you hot?" He asked, as his hand slowly retreated from under my shirt.

"Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing." Keeping my focus on the road, I remarked, "The damn A/C in this house is terrible, ya know. Feel free to take off your shirt if you want. It won't bother me," I nonchalantly added, as I undid hubby's dress shirt and tossed it to the couch. Tugging the elastic on my tight tube top did little to fix a slight boob sagging, but I never expected it to.

"I might just take you up on that. It DOES get hot in here," Porge said crossing his arms to lift and pull off his t-shirt.

"You know I'm sorry about coming on to you before. You know I was just playing with you Porge, don't you?" I said, passing a few digital cars.

"Oh yeah, Mrs. B. I knew you were fooling with me..." I heard him answer, as he casually tossed his t-shirt on the couch.

"Whew! It IS friggin' hot down here!" I said, sliding through another oil slick.

"Here, it's your turn. I'm gonna check that damn thermostat," I stated and moved away from the game.

Taking a nice long gander at the boy's delightfully compact V-frame, perfectly formed six-pack abs, and muscular thighs, I let out an audible sigh. He began playing the game, as I went upstairs to check the thermostat. [At least that was my excuse.]

Instead, I changed from the tank top. Guessing my white, deep cut halter top would be more appealing for the task at hand; I also retouched my makeup and returned to the basement.

"The thermostat seems to be working okay. Must just be really hot outside. Hope you don't mind me changing?" I asked.

Porge gave me a noticeable double-take before continuing his game. "Sure, that looks cooler," he agreed, as I liberally displayed my curves by reaching up to adjust my headband.

Standing across from him, maybe a foot or two, in the designated diversion area, I offered him a cool drink. His double-take soon changed to a triple-take at seeing my large half-moons prominently aching to bust through the halter top.

"I thought you said I wasn't a distraction," I laughed, shaking my boobs ever-so-gently.

"Okay, okay, that may have been a premature statement," he admitted.

"Two iced-cold waters to cool us down, how's that?" I smiled and handed him one of the glasses. [Hope that's the only thing he's premature about.]

"So, do ya think you can make it past qualifying?" He asked, taking a long swig.

"Oh, I think so... with your help," I sublimated, lowering my face, yet returning an upward glance and batting an eye.

"Sounds like a deal to me," he shot me that damn sexy smile of his again. I stepped in to take my spot behind the wheel and felt his bare chest press against my mostly bare back. Revving the gas, I grabbed the wheel and felt the distinct signs of his emerging hardon against my ass. "Now I know why they call it Pole Position, or is that supposed to be MY distraction?" I whispered, leaning back to one side of his face.

"You're the damn distraction," he whispered and slid his young cock up and down my crack. "God, you smell good, Mrs. B."

"I taste even better. And I like it when you called me Barb," I said, raising my bare shoulder to his face.

Puddin' & Pie +++++

He boldly started peppering my shoulder with tiny temping kisses. Moving my ratted hair aside, his kisses soon beat a path up my neck. Leaning my head back against his shoulder, I sensed his breath in my ear; then his tongue. My knees promptly buckled, as his tongue stabbed inside. Reaching behind to tug at his shorts, a severe case of the moans took over. He grabbed both of my slender wrists in one hand and held them behind me, while he continued to French-kiss my ear.

"You DO taste even better," he whispered and swiveled me around on the heels of my sneakers. "I need more," he uttered and suddenly opened and forced his mouth on mine. My moans grew intense as his swift, agile tongue swam inside my mouth. Running my hands up his broad tight shoulders I let the kiss envelope me.

Jerking my head back to catch my breath, I pushed to keep him at arm's length. "Damn Porge, you are one HELL of a kisser!" I exclaimed, as his hot hands slid down my back.

"You have NO idea how long I wanted to kiss you... like that!" He said, pulling me close for more. Rolling my head to one side, his lips and tongue went to work on my neck and chest. "I think I've always loved..."
"NO! STOP!" I shrieked and scrambled to shove him away.

Turning my back to him, I folded my arms defiantly.

"What? What did I SAY?"

Glancing back at him over my shoulder, I issued a caveat. "Porge, you know I've always LIKED you and well, even been pretty attracted to you. Hell, we might even mess around if you want..."

"Oh Yeah--I WANT!" He piped up.

"Yeah well, nothing will EVER happen, if you continue to use words like that!" I scolded.

I felt that naked chest of his against my back and his hands surrounding my middle. "Oh, you mean the 'L' word? I think I can agree to that," he confirmed and returned to more shoulder nibbling.

"Good--now maybe we can have a fun time," I said, twirling around to face him.

"Maybe?" He asked, as I threw my arms around his neck.

"Hmm, that depends," I led him playfully.

"Okay, depends on what?" He asked, brushing back my hair to take another lick at my ear.

Running my hands inside and around the waistband of his tight silky shorts, I whispered. "Just how good a kisser are you... in different... areas?"

Taking my cue, he hesitantly slid his fingers inside my loose gray workout sweats. "You mean like on a couch or say a pool table?" He innocently missed my meaning.

"Sure, let's see how you kiss on say that couch," I cajoled, took his hand and led him to the couch.

With the couch behind me I motioned him to stand while I sat on the edge. His lovely young hardon stood at full attention even inside his shorts. I thought for sure it would pop the top at any moment. "No Porge, let me try something first. Okay?" I asked politely, before running my hands up and down on both sides of his erect pole.

"Okay," he answered, nearly shuttering at my touch.

Nervously trying to find something to do with his hands, he tried to relax. I slowly pulled his shorts down. Pulling them down further over his tanned, well-toned stocky, hairy legs, I went immediately back to do the same with his white jockey shorts.

"Oh my, what a nice surprise Porge! You've been holdin' out on me, you devil you," I admonished him, before taking hold of his 8-inch boner. [Being the same size as my hubby -- he offered a perfect cock for deep-throating.] "I certainly never expected such a big beautiful cock," I smiled up at him, as I slowly but deliberately stroked.

His young eyes rolled in anticipation, as I fisted his hard, smooth erection faster and faster. Once I felt his wet precum from the tip of his finely cut cockhead, I stopped. "Here, hold on to this a second. I want your opinion about something," I smiled and brought his hand to replace mine.

A look of suspended amazement swept across his face, as he took hold of his weeping hardon. "You need MY opinion about anything? Are you serious? I mean, Barb... I'm standing here about to explode!" He exclaimed, as I quickly undid and discarded the white halter top. "Holy SHIT!" He further exclaimed, as I kicked off my tennis shoes and rolled back on the couch.

Keeping my tanned legs together, I folded them back to my face, to grab hold of my gray shorts. "Sure, I don't get many chances for a male perspective.... well, at least not lately," I mused and slowly shimmied out of my shorts. Locking my legs, I firmly grasped my tight calves and pulled them to one side of my head. Now Porge had a nice unobstructed view of my ass, thighs and pouty slit.

"You know, twenty-five pounds ago I could have never attempted this," I casually chuckled, as my son's best friend got a tempting eyeful. Frozen in his tracks with a firm grip on his ready honker, his slack-jawed expression was priceless. "Well, what do you think, Porge?"

"Incredible... simply incredible!" He numbly answered, as his eyes locked on my pouty pussy.

Still holding tight to my calves with one hand, I slid a few fingers from my other hand to spread my lips. "You were saying something about pool tables and couches. Actually, I thought we might get more intimate than that."

"Yes Ma'am!"

"Why don't you try these out for size, hmm?" I suggested, parting my lower lips with two fingers to insert a third finger.

Releasing the vise grip hold on his reddening tool, he lowered on all fours and was licking my thighs in a heartbeat. Taking a few, long tantalizing swipes at my pussy with his tongue, he inched his hands between my thighs. "Do I taste good, Baby?" I asked, spreading my legs fully apart.

"Oh God yes! Umm, you taste incredible!" he quickly replied, between muff dives.

If I had any reservations about his youth and inexperience, they were pleasantly unfounded. The boy was a true pussy connoisseur. When merely licking my slit brought tiny moans; lapping and penetrating my hole with his tongue had me cooing with an occasional shriek; full-mouth sucking with deep fingering simply floored my senses. When he gently hoisted my ass cheeks with both hands to revel in the feast I completely lost it. Sucking my entire clit in his mouth, my outstretched legs shook uncontrollably until they fell neatly on either side of his head.

"OH GODDD! That's IT!" I gritted through clenched teeth as my orgasm suddenly speed-shifted from first to third gear. "Don't stop... OH GOD, Porge--don't stop!" I demanded, as the suction coupled with his probing fingers to drive me totally bonkers.

Any brief lull in aggression was probably due to catching his breath, before shamelessly re-attacking my pussy. "HOLY SHIT...CHRIST! OH GOD, YES!" I screamed from the top of my roller-coasting orgasm all the way down and back up again. Grabbing hold of his head, I tried in vain to gain some control over the next surge. Already gushing from three major climaxes, I quivered as he used two hands to penetrate me with a flurry of fingers.

Now I was coming and riding his face for all I was worth. The roller-coaster had evened out into one, long, unyielding seismic ride, leaving me thrashing, growling; yet begging for more and more. After several long minutes of ultimate passion, I slowed to regain some sort of normal breathing.

"Wow Barb, you are ONE SEXY fuc—WOMAN!"

"It's okay Porge, you can s-say fucking," I smiled at the tender young face peering through my thighs.

"Okay, I WILL! You are ONE SEXY FUCKING WOMAN." He returned a smile of his own, before letting my legs slide over each shoulder and down his arms.

"But what about you? Now that you've kissed THIS girl and definitely made her cry, isn't there something she could do... for you?" I grinned and gathered myself back up to a sitting position. Rolling his eyes and brushing back lines of perspiration from his brow, he shot me the tiniest of winks. Running both hands up under my hair, I ripped off the headband. Snaking my fingers down my face and neck, I proceeded down my chest to lightly prop up my tanned melons as an offering. "Perhaps these might help you decide," I eyed him rhetorically.

"OH YE-AH! You must be reading my mind! They-they're fucking beautiful!" He exclaimed with pupils fully dilated.

"So, you approve?" I asked, proudly thrusting my chest forward before generously shaking my full, round, meaty mounds.

"Approve isn't the word! I mean, you know there are guys that would pay big money just for a look at one of those! "Honored" that's the only word I can think of."

"Oh yeah, which guys? HA!"

"WOW!" His one-word exclamation followed by a generous sigh was all the positive feedback required.

"So, you just gonna stare at them all day, or wh..." I started, when he interrupted. Like a lapdog leaping at a bowl of fresh gravy, his mouth quickly attached itself to first one of my boulders--then the other. As he leaned in to further consume my tits, I reached to grab hold of his rigid boner. I slowly but deliberately jacked it long and hard until his breathing became sporadic. Once again feeling a thin glaze of precum on his smooth pecker head, I knew there would be no holding back this time.

Young Porgy came up for air and shyly posed a familiar request. Climbing to his feet, I moved to the edge of the couch. Gazing up past his hand-held hardon, I fixed my eyes on his, as my hands cupped and spread my succulent globes. Once he slid his sturdy, eight-inch manhood between my tits, I pushed them tight to secure for fucking. Within seconds he was tit-fucking me with a vengeance. Within a minute or so, he was ready to blow. Young guys [God love 'em] have such short fuses.

I hardly had time to emote the essential "oohs and aahs" before he unloaded a healthy dose of white guy gravy in boob valley.

"God Barb, I-I'm sorry... didn't mean to make a mess," he apologized. "Here, let me get something..." I stopped him and grabbed his forearm. Keeping him at arm's length, I made him watch my third finger scoop up an ample glob of fresh jism for a taste test.

"Umm, good! Got any more where that came from?" I asked rhetorically. Taking hold of his fading erection, I gave it a few hard tugs before quickly taking it in my mouth for the first time. Sucking, stroking and taking his semi-hard cock completely inside, I continued the process.

"Oh, God DAMN!" He declared. His eyes rolled back, as I deep-throated more of his returning erection. A chorus of expletives followed as his weapon jutted to full strength. With no further need to hand-hold his energized pole, I reached around to firmly grip that most perfect young ass. Letting my fingernails scrape and dig into his dimpled cheeks, I relaxed enough to take hold of Sir Rigid with my throat muscles. Considering it payback for taking me to Orgasmland, I rewarded his cock with my personalized version.

"I NEVER! I CAN'T....HOLY SHIT, DON'T EVER STOP! GOD DAMN!" Porge nearly screamed, as my throat treated his cockhead to a guided tour of Climax City. Once I sensed his meat starting to throb, I slid my finger just inside his asshole, while my other hand swept around to fondle his balls. Grabbing my ratted locks tight with both hands, he thrust his pelvis forward again and again, until the momentum shoved me off the couch.

A sudden gush of warmth filled my throat, while his cock powered deeper. Holding on for dear life, his pelvis shook like crazy. I gagged hard when his cock spewed forth a larger, unexpected volley. Jerking my head back, I was surprised by yet another full gush of cum. I think that one amazed both of us, as it shot from East to West across my face.

"DAMN, where'd THAT come from?" Porge noted, as his still-hard cock continued to drip.

"My my Porge, I'd say you have amazing hidden resources!" I laughed, wiped and tasted the extra cum from my cheeks and around my lips. "If I thought you had any more, I'd say maybe you ought to fuck me," I noted in passing.

"Hey, I'll make more! Look, I'm ready if you are!" He stated, not in the form of a question.

I got up from the floor to head for the bathroom, when he grabbed my wrist. "Porge, what is it? I really should..." I began, when he suddenly turned into a horny octopus. Arms, hands, and his tongue were all over me. Somehow he twisted me around until his perpendicular appendage was wedged tight in my ass crack.

"C'mon Baby, I wanna fuck that sweet pussy of yours, SO bad," he whispered and grabbed hold of my jugs from behind.

"You're sure about this?" I returned, grasping his hand to tighten his grip.

"OH YEAH! I won't tell if you won't," he said.

I took his hand from mine and turned him to sit on the couch. Kneeling down with a knee on either side of him I lowered myself to accept his ready weapon. Parting my lips I eased down on it. "There now; does that feel good?" I asked, while his young pole filled my mature hole.

"God YES! It feels fanTAStic!"

"In case you wondered, it feels good to me too," I cooed, rolling my pelvis back and forth. Taking hold of my jugs in both hands, his tongue took an equal turn at each nipple. "Suck 'em hard, Porge. Yeah, like that!" I urged him, as I started riding his cock harder and faster.

"Damn, I love your fucking boobs!" He said, between sucks.

I stopped in mid-fuck and pulled back.

"What? What'd I say?" He asked, realizing he'd done something in error. Going back over his previous statement, his eyes locked on mine. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I promise!" He begged, upon discovering he had inadvertently used the only four-letter "L" word I would not tolerate.

"That's better," I accepted his apology. "Now, let's try something different, shall we?" I said and climbed off his lap.

"Okay, I guess...whatever you say?" He watched as I got up, spun around, and spread my legs to have him dick me from behind.

"I need you to fuck me hard, Baby," I admonished, and came down roughly on his cock.

"Hey, no problem!" Porge kept repeating "no problem" as I slammed myself harder and faster into his crotch. Grabbing my hefty hangers for leverage, I must admit he gave it his best.

We must have hard-fucked like this for over ten minutes or so, when I noticed an imposing shadow at the windowed door of our walk-out. I dare not slip a stroke, as I leaned a bit from side to side for a better look at our eavesdropper. I recognized it was definitely a male but not my hubby and too tall to be my son. The stranger seemed comfortable enough, standing and blocking the window's glare to gain a better view.

Even as it became clearer who the intruder was, I opted not to share it with Porge. Besides the fact that my little fuck-buddy was busy building up to another hot climax, I knew his view was obstructed--and being watched by Lurch was kind of a turn on. Actually I suppose it was a real turn on, getting fucked by Josh's buddy while his other friend watched. As Porge's stiff cock raced in and out of my saturated pussy, I threw my head back and let my boobs fly wildly for Lurch's viewing pleasure.

The whole erotic scene would have played out perfectly, complete with a juicy cum-filled climax, if it hadn't been for Lurch. Whether he dropped something or pressed too hard against the door, he made a loud enough noise to catch Porge's attention. Once I felt the boy stiffen, I knew it wasn't like before.

"Oh my God, Porge... it's Lurch!" I artificially exclaimed and nearly jumped off Porge's lap.

"Oh SHIT!" Porge yelled and grabbed up a few discarded clothes before racing to the bathroom.

Realizing I had no time to dress, I slipped into Donny's long-sleeved white shirt. It covered all the important parts. I was working on the middle buttons as Lurch opened the sliding glass door.

"Well now, what do we have here?" He asked a bit nervously.

"Oh, hi Larry -- not much, just doing some cleanup. How you doin'?" I asked, bending to pick up a discarded halter top and workout shorts.

He's Creepy and He's Kooky +++++

"Just a little cleanup you say?" He asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, gosh isn't it just blistering hot out there today?" I asked, trying to nonchalantly shove Porgy's shorts under the couch.

"Yeah it's hot. Not NEAR as hot as it is in here, I'd say," Lurch surmised, as he approached me. The super-tall 6'5" 20-year-old boney kid bent over to retrieve the pair of silk basketball shorts.

"Ya know I was just saying how uncommonly warm it is inside; must be bad A/C or something," I lamely suggested, as Lurch closed in on me.

"And you were saying that to... who?" He stated before shoving Porge's shorts in my face.

"Hmm, I wonder who those are?" I said with furrowed brow.

"I don't know. Let's see; they look like Porge's... interesting. Also interesting that you're pretty much as I always imagined," he said, fiddling with the top button of my shirt.

"Oh really Larry, and what is it you always imagined?" I frowned and brushed his boney fingers away.

"That, when it comes down to it, you ARE a total slut," he said with confidence.

With that comment I turned away from him and headed toward the stairway. "Well, I suppose you can have your opinion--free country and all of that. But now Larry, I think you should leave," I said turning toward him one last time to show my disdain.

In one of his giant steps he was next to me before I could reach the staircase. "I'm not going anywhere, Slut!" He shouted and ripped open my shirt, tearing the top three buttons off.

"Stop it Larry; leave me alone!" I shouted back, grabbing my collar.

"Sure, I'll leave you alone; just admit you are a fucking slut," he demanded and took hold of my wrist.

"I'll do no such thing! Let GO!" I yelled, trying to wrist-twist out of his grip.

Struggling to break free from the imposing kid only seemed to make it easier for him to gain more control. Gripping my other arm, he cross-armed me from behind. This produced the undesired effect of forcing my chest forward, exposing more than just my cleavage. I was reduced to hurling expletives and trying to stomp on his feet. However, there was no eluding the mismatch in our sizes.

"You really must think I'm not only blind but a complete idiot, Mrs. B!" Lurch chuckled, as my tits swung to and fro, barely secure in the shirt thanks to one remaining button.

"I don't know what you THOUGHT you saw, but I/WE were just working out, you asshole!" I half-shouted between labored breaths.

"The two of you...working out... naked?"

"YES!"

"Oh really... with his little prick buried in your old pussy?"

"FUCK YOU!" I shot back and finally nailed his instep with my heel.

"OW!" He yelled and broke his one-handed grip on my wrists.

There was a split-second at that point when I noticed I was free from his clutches. As he lifted his foot to rub away the pain, I quickly turned again toward the stairs. Somehow, in that split-second, his other arm shot out like a frog's tongue to grab hold of my/Donny's shirt. Rubbing his foot with one hand, the other tugged and further ripped the shirt. Screeching to high-heaven, I felt myself falling, as both hands pulled and tore away the decimated shirt.

Within seconds, I was virtually naked, flat on my back, and drumming my fists on his chest. Straddling my tummy, he soon had my arms and fists under control and had forced them to the floor on either side of my head.

"You really are quite a spark plug for a slut; what a bodacious set of ta-tas!" Lurch guffawed, as my chest heaved. Trying to catch my breath was now imperative, as my mind raced for a logical solution.

"FUCK YOU, Lurch!" Was all I could get out, trapped underneath him.

"You really should save your energy for something meaningful," he chided, pulling my wrists together again to grasp them in one of his long, boney paws.

With his other hand free, he tugged on his t-shirt until he was able to yank it overhead. Switching from one grip to another, he was able to toss it aside.

"Something meaningful ...and just what would THAT be?" I asked, expecting some twisted connotation.

"Hmm, now what could an old slut possibly do that might be meaningful to me? I KNOW! You could suck my cock, how's that for starters?" He pleasantly suggested, while he undid his belt and jean shorts.

"Fuck you," I replied, saving my strength for an impending rape.

"Sure, I guess if you'd rather get fucked first..." He said, and then got off of me to lose his jeans. Still tightly gripping my wrists, he somehow contorted his long frame and legs to undress with one hand. It occurred to me then I could possibly try another escape or disable him using the tried-n-true, ever-popular kick to the groin. I strongly considered just that, until I caught sight of his more-than-adequate-sized erection. He must have noticed my fleeting glance at his 9"-plus pecker, before I turned away.

"What's wrong, Mrs. B? I thought all you slut moms like big cocks?" He stated, climbing back on top. Now straddling my tits, he slapped my turned cheek with his swollen stick. When I remained unfazed he forced my head to the other side with the big ole slinky. After a few more insidious minutes, he gave up on face-fucking me and slithered down my torso.
Forcibly shoving his long fingers between my clenched thighs, it became clear to him where this woman's strength lied. My rigid leg and thigh muscles had all the strength of a 20-year-old gymnast. There was no way he could gain entry without my permission.

"WOW, I AM impressed; you really HAVE been working out!" He actually complimented.

I proudly broke a half-smile before resuming my abused, disgruntled look. As I watched him take a few moments for a visual inspection, I concocted the glimmer of an escape plan. "You know, for a fucking old slut, you ain't half-bad! Actually, you're kind of a fox," He remarked, taking a rough grab or two at my melons.

"You're just full of compliments, aren't you, ASSHOLE!" I shot back, while he continued fondling me.

"Look, we both know I saw you fucking Porge; personally I believe you were doing it for my benefit."

"Oh really?" I replied through clenched teeth.

"Yes, really. And, the way I figure it, you were pretty damn close to getting off, weren't you?" He half-whispered in my ear.

"That's none of YOUR fucking business!"

"Hey Slut, I'm making it my business! Or maybe you'd rather explain all of this to Josh or that limp-dick husband of yours, hmm?" His grip on my wrists loosened, as my eyes locked onto his sunken, deceiving eyes.

"You wouldn't dare..." I pleaded. "Larry, you can't DO that. Josh must NEVER know!" I grabbed his bare shoulders to make my point.

"Well, I don't know. You ARE quite attractive; but you're hardly being persuasive," he suggested, shaking his head in fake dismay.

Let's Make A Deal, Asshole! +++++

It was painfully obvious. There was only one form of payment that could possibly buy his silence. "Okay Lurch; what is it? You want to fuck me? Will that do the trick?" My eyes glanced aside at the mere thought.

"Sure, that'd be sweet. Actually I was kinda thinking YOU would do the honors," he further suggested and climbed off of me.

Climbing to my feet, I finally relaxed enough to catch my breath and assess the task at hand. Without a word, I stepped toward him and reached to undo his belt and jean shorts. "Remember, not a word of any of this to Josh, you promise!" I spelled out the terms of our unholy contract, as I yanked down his shorts and briefs. Dropping to my knees, I took hold of his imposing hardon.

Just before I took his cock in my mouth Larry brushed my hair to one side. Entangling his long fingers in my feathered locks, he raised my face to his. "You really ARE a slut, aren't you, Mrs. B?"

My silent response was to wink and suddenly impale my mouth with about half of his 9-inch cock.

I immersed myself for the following five-minutes in treating my son's second closest friend to the epitome of my oral talents. Lurch's foul mouth poured out every degrading expletive he could conjure up, as I complied and took more and more of his full erection down my gullet. Sometime during the same five minutes, a petulant Porge emerged from the bathroom.

"Hey Man, what the fuck are you doing? You'll smother her!" Porge barked, as he worked up enough courage to confront his too-tall friend.

"Fuck you Porge! Can't you see the slut loves cock. That's it Baby, suck that big cock all the way -- YEAH! See, she fucking loves it!" Lurch spouted, as I eagerly twisted and deep-throated his entire thick boner. Long, white ribbons of precum-laced saliva tumbled out and down my chin. Rubbing the decadent cream over my tits, I reached with my other hand to fondle Porge's package. It wasn't long before I had a strangle hold on both of them. Porge seemed amazed at first with my obvious change of persona. No longer the middle-aged seductress, I had morphed into every healthy teenaged boy's ideal of a mature cum-loving nymphomaniac.

After slobbering over each of their sturdy young cocks for about five minutes, Lurch pulled his boner away. He had his sights set on my ass, and was quick to line up for some rear-entry action. Falling to his knees behind me, he smacked my ass hard. "The bitch wants it doggy-style," he ridiculed, spreading my cheeks.

Ignoring his vulgarity, I doubled my efforts on Porge's dick, while shaking my ass for their entertainment. Lurch's greased long cock met with virtually no friction, as he forcefully buried it deep in my pussy. "Oh YEAH, you fucking whore; take ALL of that fucking cock!" He bellowed, as he gripped my hips. The full length of his sizable tool pounding my snatch made it harder for me to concentrate on Porge's slippery hose. When I endeavored to trap it in my mouth, Lurch's power tool delivered one bone-jarring jolt after another. Dropping my head from any further attempts, I shifted my sole intent to letting Lurch machine-gun fuck me.

My full jugs hung and swung into each other like two huge fleshy cogs rotating in perfect harmony, as his cock raced in and out of me. "Oh GOD YES! Fuck ME! Fuck me HARD! HARDER!" I shouted, as I glared back into his sweaty face.

"God DAMN, this is ONE CRAZY bitch we've got here, Porge!" Lurch cackled, as he reamed me out.

"Uh yeah, I g-guess so," Porgy replied in utter astonishment.

"I DO believe she could handle BOTH of us, Man," Lurch added, slowing down the pace.

"You think?" Porge asked as if his friend could possibly be serious.

"EASY Man!" The tall, gangly boy stopped abruptly, pulled out and took a seat on the couch. "How 'bout it Bitch; you up for a little DP?" He asked massaging his weapon.

"You guys are NUTS! I think we are quite done!" I insisted and climbed to my feet.

Glancing at both of their ready hardons, I wondered if that statement would hold any water. Besides, the idea of doing both of them did intrigue me a little [okay, a lot]. Folding my arms across my boobs, I feigned boredom. Lurch leaned back on the couch, while Porge slowly edged close to me.

"Hell Man, she's not going anywhere; bring that sweet ass over here," Lurch commanded, sat up, and lunged his lower half forward. "That's it Porge, let me at that ASS!" He instructed and took hold of my cheeks. Bending down to take Porge's cock in my mouth again, I felt two big hands spread my cheeks. Straight-legged, I swept my hand between my thighs to finger my saturated pussy. That's when I felt Lurch's tongue circling my asshole, then his finger--no, two fingers sliding inside. Who would have EVER thought my son's friends could be THAT filthy--certainly not me! However, I knew from experience to never trust the shy, quiet types. So I wasn't entirely amazed when Lurch's large hands maneuvered my legs and thighs and lowered my ass slowly onto his waiting erection.

"Oh my God, no!" I objected half-heartedly, as his hands on my hips pressed the issue further.

"Man, she doesn't want it like that, can't you see?" Porge warned with all the sincerity of a belated rubbernecker at a train wreck. Obviously he'd only seen such things in some porn magazine.

"Oh really, Man? Look Porge, NO HANDS!" Lurch replied. Completely letting go of my hips, I continued to lower myself and fill my ass with his long cock.

Feeling myself falling backwards, I readjusted slightly when Lurch reached to grab my thighs. "WHOA, talk about TIGHT! Come here Man and nail that sweet pussy." Lurch ordered and I was no position to object. Porge on the other hand was at first reluctant to add his meat to the mix. Facing us, holding on to his boner, he was dumb-struck at what to do next. "Well, what's the problem, Porge?" Lurch wondered, as I took more and more of his honker up my ass. "God Man, it's not a Vag-O-Matic--it won't chew up your wiener and spit it out in chunks; go ahead!"

I broke a half-smile at Lurch's curious comparison and returned another knowing wink at the young lad before me. Porge took a giant step forward and slid the length of my pussy with his average sized tool. "Yeah Baby, put it in me. Oh YEAH, just like that!" I implored, as he split my lips.

With both cocks neatly imbedded inside my pussy and ass, it wasn't long before the guys got in gear, so to speak. Actually it amazed me how well they worked in tandem. I was old enough to have already experienced and appreciated mind-numbing sex. However, these young lads were merely at the threshold, as they humped and generally hard-fucked their friend's mother to a series of full-blown orgasms.

Trying to sustain one of those sweet orgasms, I threw my arms around Porge's neck. Latching on to Porgy's muscular frame for dear life, he pulled me up and off the couch. This disengaged me from Lurch, at least temporarily. Locking my arms around the shorter boy's neck, I rode his pogo stick high and tight. "OH GAWD! f-FUCK ME!" I screamed, while his strong arms and hands held me aloft. Pressing my jugs tight against his chest, I felt Lurch's demanding weapon crease my crack from behind. When the taller boy raised me even higher to reinsert his slick stinky cock I felt my whole spine lengthen. "G-G-GOD DAMN SHIT!" I cried, as Lurch powered his beast deep in my rectum.

Tidal waves of pain and pleasure raced through me for the next several sadistic minutes. I was especially taken with their strength and endurance, as they held my 120-lb. body up for so long. "You guys are fucking a-MAZing!" I voiced, as they pulled out.

"Here Slut, I'll show you amazing," Lurch said, pulling my head to its appointed task.

"Okay, OKAY; I've seen enough porn movies. I GET the fucking idea!" I scowled, but went to my knees in front of them.

"Good, then you know what we want, Slut," his sense of urgency and death-grip on my hair meant any further discussion was pointless.

"What the hell, Man? Why are you treating her like that?" Porge commiserated but hardly deterred him from quickly jacking his own cock to the point of no return.

Deep guttural moans and grunts started, followed soon with creamy white cum shots to my face. Yanking my head back to force my mouth open, Lurch unloaded several short blasts of globular icing. "Mmm, mmmm," I lapped up and savored every starchy spill.

"That's it Slut, suck it ALL down!" Lurch shouted and forced his raging hose in my cum-rich mouth.

As I accomplished the obligatory suck-n-clean on Lurch's sausage, Porge escalated his final barrage of yummy stuff. A long, white band crossed my nose and cheeks. Gripping the taller boy's cock, I whipped it from my mouth and switched to Porge's spewing tool. [I still contend, "The shorter the cock, the greater the load."]

One, last suck-n-clean for both dicks and I reissued my terms. "Remember what you promised...not a word about this to ANYONE! If I hear even a hint about this, I'll swear you're a couple of lying queers, and that I can prove it!" I seriously remarked in no uncertain terms, as I pulled my clothes back on.

"Hey, no problem here, Mrs. B. But ya better watch out for that one--he has some weird tendencies, ya know," Lurch laughed.

"Hey, FUCK YOU, Man," Porge shot back in defense.

"It's okay Sweetheart, your secret is safe with me," I mocked, hoping to lighten the moment.

"Fuck you both...geeze," Porgy blushed and pulled his t-shirt on.

Fit To Be Tied +++++

Some may wonder what happened to Donny and any further attempts at achieving marital bliss, following his cheating on me and I on him. As many a married woman once quoted, "One does what one must do for hearth and home." [or some such garbage] Anyway, yes. Just as Donny's deception was a cruel blow to my ego, my double-dose of guilt about nearly raping my son and succumbing to my wanton desires with his buddies was equally crushing. I pretty much considered both indiscretions a wash.

The subsequent sex with Donny may have been less amorous and less intense due to the recent strain on our relationship, but Donny and I have always been mostly compatible between the sheets.

It was one of those compatible early Saturday early mornings in August, when my hubby surprised me. Catching the smell of a fresh-cut lawn, I was able to deduce two things behind my lazy eyelids. Donny must be working on the lawn and it must be after 10 A.M. Flipping the sheet off with my toes, I rolled to pull myself out of bed. That's when he hit me with the first surprise.

"Hey, where are you going? I was about to have breakfast," Donny whispered and shucked one of my legs aside. Diving head-first between my thighs, he started yanking on my panties.

"Well now, I thought sure you were already up and about," I said, long-stretching from head to toe.

"Ooh Baby, I'm definitely UP and I'm ALL about you and that hot snatch!" His jokes are always so endearing--not funny--just endearing. I was sans panties in a heartbeat. In another heartbeat his mouth and tongue were buried in my less-than-savory morning pussy. [That particular nuance never seemed to dissuade him, once his morning wood dictated the itinerary.]

"Goodness, you're full of surprises aren't you?" I schmoozed rhetorically, while he attacked my labia with a vengeance. Shoving a few fingers inside my hole he stepped up his award-winning tongue work.

"I'm just getting started on you, Baby," he answered between long licks.

"Hmm, what's the instant fascination--not that I'm complaining," I stretched and combed my fingers through his graying temples.

"You never cease to fascinate me, Baby. I thought I should show my appreciation and celebrate the "new you", he added.

"The new me, huh. It's been months now and you've finally noticed?" I quizzed and spread my legs for better access.

"You always look good, but now you look REAL good, Baby!" He added, lightly nipping my clit with his teeth.

"GOD, I LOVE THAT--don't stop," I urged and bore down on his mouth.

Plunging his fingers deeper, he locked my clit between his lips and tongued the very tip of it. This particular procedure, as he well knows, literally sends me to the fucking moon on gossamer wings. "Oh GOD, don't STOP!" I screamed and ran my calves up and down his torso like crazy. I was so close to Nirvana, when the asshole suddenly stopped!

"You know how we've talked about trying different things and stuff," he started.

"Right, sure, whatever. Couldn't you just finish... I mean can't we just..." I begged like a bitch-in-heat.

"Soon enough, Baby. Here let's try this," he said, reaching under the bed for four long nylon ropes of varying lengths.

"Are you serious? I really need you to finish what you started," I tried to reason, as he tied my wrists from one bed post and then the other. "Besides, you know we've tried this before, Honey." [the old fantasy fuck scenario.]

"I know, I know; it will be different THIS time--much better," he figured, as he bound and stretched each of my ankles to their prearranged posts. "Now for the "fun" part," he whispered and pulled out a long, red bandanna.

"And what's that for?" I knew all too well, as he adeptly found each bandanna end and twist-rolled it into a neat blindfold. "You really think this is necessary?" I asked as he tied it around my head and fixed it to cover my eyes. It's funny how being deprived of one sense for even a few seconds can have such an immediate effect on the other senses.

Suddenly my hearing became acute. I heard a distant lawnmower stop. I hadn't even dawned on me until that moment that someone had been mowing. I heard birds chirping, a distant dog barking, and the distinctive sound of the lens cap of a handycam. A light breeze from an open window slowly bathed my spread-eagled nakedness.

"Are you cold or anything?" Donny asked.

"Anything? Well yes, you've got me horny as hell," I admitted. "Anything special you can do for that, hmm?" I added, twisting myself and shaking my tits in his general direction.

"Damn you look so helpless and sexy like that!" Donny said, as I heard his voice trail away.

The next sound I heard was the unique squeak of the second drawer of my nightstand table. Turning my head sharply toward the sound, I tried my best to conceal a smile. Burrowing my ass into the mattress and shaking my upper body to best effect, I resigned myself to playing his little game. "So, you like me helpless, Baby?" I pouted. "You know anyone could just do anything to me right now; is that what you want?"

The next sensation was somewhat expected, as I felt trusty old Hank's Crank sliding up my inner thigh. The upper half of the mattress sagged. Almost simultaneously I felt Hank nestling itself just inside my slick lower lips. "Anyone?" Donny whispered. I nodded and felt his cockhead on my cheek. Turning my face, I opened my mouth. Running my tongue over my lips was an open invitation. "ANYthing?" He inquired and suddenly shoved Hank's 10" rubber replica about halfway into my well-lubed vagina.

My mouth flew open in surprise. "Yes, YES they could do ANYTHING! Oh my G.."

He muffled my response, shoving his 8" woody deep in my mouth. I fought off the urge to gag, as my hubby shifted his knees to lean over and fill my throat with his full erection. "Guess who I found the other day, Baby?" He asked rhetorically, as my throat relaxed and then contracted around his pole.

"MMmm," was my hummed reply. When he shoved the dildo deeper I felt my entire pelvis quiver and tried hard to catch my breath through my nose. The bonds on my wrists and ankles tightened as my limbs shook involuntarily. Suddenly a gust of wind swept over me, with a renewed whiff of freshly mowed grass. In my heightened sensual state, I had to assume it had to be a stiff breeze coming from the window, since I knew the kids were both away on sleepovers.

"Old friends are the best, don't you agree?" Donny mentioned with a degree of aroused anticipation in his voice, as he started fucking me with Hank's long, thick Crank.

"Mm, MMM!" I fully agreed, which prompted him to give equal time to fucking my mouth.

After several more erotic minutes of forced screwing, he must have calculated by my obviously depraved reactions he had tapped into my lust for a good fantasy fuck. As usual, he was correct in his assertion. The blindfold helped immensely!

Anyone? Anything? +++++

I believe hubby's diabolic plan worked even better than he expected, as I felt myself transported to another physiological plane. Like being adrift or suspended in some hyper-erotic sea, my brain filled with visions of past lovers. Each particular lover took me to his/her peculiar pinnacle of sensual orgasm. Securely bound as I was, I still felt safe, yet totally at his mercy. I was in no position to deny him, nor did I want to. I began to hallucinate I guess: hands tugging at my boobs, more hands roaming and caressing my legs, thighs and hips, tongues licking and teasing my hard nipples gave way to a full-mouth tit sucking. All of which quickly sent me to my third orgasm.

The whole time I remained keenly aware of the meaty cock in my throat and the much larger fake one in my cunt. However I must admit, I lost a clear sense of whose probe(s) they were attached to.

The ever-fucking cock in my love hole, totally saturated with my juices, suddenly fell out. "What had I done wrong?" My subconscious wondered, when the throbbing one in my mouth expanded and exploded a torrent of hot cum. Trying my best to suck and swallow every bit of its morning nectar, I felt my favorite fucking toy now rimming my asshole. "Oh God YES! Fuck my ass!" I was finally able to annunciate.

"Ask and you shall receive," I heard a voice say--Donny's voice? Yeah, it had to be Donny. That new-mown grass smell became more pronounced, as I felt Hank's Crank filling my posterior. I thought I felt the mattress give way, first at my feet then at my head, but decided I must be dreaming. My immediate concentration was on that glorious rubber honker making its way up my poop shoot. Being more than a little familiar with that particular tool's length and girth, I stretched and maneuvered to take it all. Mission accomplished, I let out a lusty sigh of contentment.
"Ooh Honey, you're so good to me," I smiled when his hands kneaded and fondled my jugs.

"You want more, Baby?" He asked, as I felt the hands slide down my trim tummy. Fingers massaged my mons, before parting my tender lips.

"OH GOD YES!" I exclaimed as one finger split my labia and went directly to my clit. Fully expecting him to somehow duplicate his tried-n-true clitoral technique, my entire body tensed in anticipation. Hands on my heaving chest again, tugging and twisting my nipples. "How's he doing all of that? Wait, that's not his finger on my clit, that's his tongue!" I concluded.

Trapped in the reality that there were now two guys suddenly fucking me I sublimated and gave in to the lust. Feeling the stranger's tongue on my lips, I hastily sucked it in my mouth. Always a girl proud of making a good first impression, I eagerly sucked the larger-than-expected salty muscle hard and deep. He grunted, as I was able to suction the tip of it into my throat. Several more minutes of playing tongue tag coupled with Donny's expert tongue work on my aroused clit, not to mention Hank's Crank up my butt, and I was accelerating at warp speed to a mega climax.

Withdrawing his long tongue, the stranger soon replaced it with his hot, hard cock. His sweaty manhood was every bit as long as my husband's dick, but with a much wider girth. This difference was compelling, but also telling. Adjusting my throat accordingly, I gave into his deep thrusts and took it all. The now pungent smell of grass and perspiration was a dead giveaway. Only one asshole in the neighborhood would be up mowing his lawn before 10A.M. on the weekend. It had to be Kenny. Mr. Hairyass himself; Porge's father and Marge's faithful hubby was having his wicked way with me.

Fortunately, I figured his identity at the same exact moment Donny's tongue and Hank's Crank helped me to reach lift off. Dipping my head to one side to avert Kenny's next thrust, I screamed, "I'M COMING!" Thrashing up and down and side to side, I was definitely getting into these extended orgasms. Slamming my ass against the bed had the desired effect of ramming Hank further up my ass, but I desperately needed to be pussy-fucked. "GOD Donny, I need your cock in me...NOW! Give it TO me! Oh PLEASE... GOD, I'm coming so hard!"

"Okay...okay Baby," he finally replied, but I could tell from the disparaging tone of his voice he wasn't up to the task. This time I was sure both ends of the mattress moved. That's when I detected frantic whispers.

"That wasn't part of the deal," I heard Donny's voice.

"So what, Man. Just look at her; she wants it bad." Kenny observed.

"Tell ya what, while you two figure things out, could you untie these. My arms and legs are going numb," I stated between gyrations. Even they must have known by that point I was fully aware that Mr. Pudgy Hairyass had joined us.

Relieved of the ropes at my wrists and ankles I peeled up the edge of the blindfold. That's when I spied Kenny's unshaven face closing in on me.

"Guess, I never realized what beautiful blue eyes you have," he whispered.

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me," I responded and reached up to reset the blindfold. Running my hands down his tattered t-shirt soaked with perspiration, I pulled it up to his extended arms. Spreading my legs beneath his chunky frame, I reached to draw his ear close. "Put it in me now, before I have any more second thoughts," I whispered.

"But Baby, that wasn't part of the deal," Donny started, as I felt our neighbor's full, wide cock splitting my labia.

"Oh really?" I asked rhetorically, as my vaginal walls expanded to accept his eager boner.

"Yeah, see Kenny said a while back how good you were looking," my Hubby continued. "I said, 'Yeah Man, NO Shit--you should see her in the buff. She's a total fox!'" He said "Sure, I'd pay big bucks to see her naked!"

Listening casually to my husband's lame story with his friend's cock buried in my pussy seemed like the ultimate irony. "Here, let's get rid of this for a second," I whispered and slowly withdrew Hank's Crank from my ass. "Jesus, Honey, you're damn near as wide as Hank," I mentioned before slinging my toned legs up and around Kenny's waist.

"Who's Hank?" Kenny asked, as his thick, short pole went into drilling mode.

"Never mind Kenny, just fuck me, yeeeah!" I cooed.

Donny rambled on, "...So I said I would arrange things, with a blindfold and everything so he could get a good look at my incredibly sexy wife. But the deal was he would just get a look--not get..."

"Get fucked?" I yelled and grabbed a chunk of Kenny's hairy ass.

"Right! That was NOT the deal, Damn It!" Donny countered, as he stroked and choked his own chicken.

"Sounds to me like you lucked out Kenny," I smiled through my blindfold as he jacked my legs up to forcibly ram my saturated hole deeper.

"NO SHIT!" Kenny agreed and grabbed my swinging tits. Through fate or good fortune, Kenny was celebrating the holidays early with his neighbor's obliging wife. No doubt he was going for all the trimmings.

"Come on, Man; I think that's enough!" Donny said with a degree of warning in his voice.

"I think THAT is up to the young lady. How 'bout it, Beautiful, you had enough?" Kenny asked, running a bit low on air intake.

I reached up and tore off the blindfold. "Tell ya what, you guys can play your silly voyeur games, but here's the REAL deal. This 'young' lady is just getting started!" I laughed, pulled my leg to one side and kicked Kenny's shoulder until he pulled away. Shoving him back against the mattress, I quickly maneuvered around to straddle his face and savor that long nasty tongue of his. Pulling Donny by his ankle, I had him line up opposite but parallel to us. This way I had access to both of their cocks.

Reaching back to spread my cheeks, I trained Kenny's tongue on my asshole. Just as his son (Porgy) was talented at the fine art of cunnilingus, I found his father equally gifted at tonguing ass. Leaning down I jacked and sucked them both until they damn near exploded in unison.

Climbing off my perch on Kenny's face, I left them to clean up their own mess. "So Donny, you never did say how YOU benefited from this so-called deal?" I inquired, heading for the bathroom.

"Oh yeah... he said he'd mow my lawn," my disgruntled, yet somewhat satisfied hubby answered.

I broke into a wave of laughter. Once the irony of his answer subsided, I remarked, "Well I hope for your sake he trims the sucker too," I added, before flinging my third finger at both of them.

[In retrospect]

Just my luck, the closest I would ever come to ever having an out-of-body experience, and it's sexually based. Oh well, c'est la vie. Actually, if the whole sordid episode accomplished anything at all, I found that I no longer had an innate fear of being constrained or tied up -- HA! After a long cleansing shower, I dressed to do some work in the garden. Outfitted in my tight tube top and super short denim cutoffs, I reached for a ringing phone before heading outside. It was Marge looking for Kenny. I let her know he and Donny were working on the lawn; then asked her how her afternoon with Josh went the other day.

I'm sure she cupped the phone to share her gossip. She admitted the new camera ploy was a ruse to get Josh to the park [wow, talk about a revelation], where she could hopefully entertain her perceptions. She went into explicit detail of how she unsuccessfully tried to seduce him in the park. Giving up on the great outdoors, she somehow talked him into taking her to the Majestic (our local x-rated theatre). "God Barb, I got his thing out and jacked it for 20 minutes before he even got hard. Personally, I think you were wrong, thinking he was into mature women," she concluded.

Trying my best not to snicker at her misfortune, I excused his behavior, "He must have been sick or something, Marge. I mean, what healthy boy at the peak of his hormones could ever be turned off by YOU?" I indulged. She ate it up. I made some curt excuse about working in the garden and reminded her of our upcoming Luau, to end the conversation.

After working up a sweat in the garden I came back inside the back porch to the all-too-familiar sound of camera clicks. "Oh God Josh, don't get me like this. I'm a total skuzz bucket," I brushed my hair back and smiled into his lens for another click or two.

"Hell Mom, the guys I know only wish their moms looked as good after working in the garden," Josh complimented.

"Hmm, which guys?" I winked, and pinched his tight ass in passing.

Aloha Hoy! +++++

Forsaking another company bar-be-que, I decided a Hawaiian Luau might be more fun this year. With the annual bash only a weekend away, I scurried to make sure the house was in order. Considering last year's spotty attendance, I talked Donny into downsizing for a more intimate party. He seemed perfectly happy with inviting just the immediate office staff: Kenny, Marge, MJ and Rick, her new husband from California. The word that hangs in my brain was "intimate". We had yet to meet Rick, so Donny also instructed, "We need to make a good impression on him."

"Why Honey, don't I ALWAYS make a good first impression?" I smiled, shaking my hooters slightly for effect.

"Yes Dear, sorry I even mentioned it," Donny rolled his eyes.

The day of the party flew by, with all sorts of last-minute stuff to do. Putting the finishing touches on a bright-colored centerpiece, I heard the doorbell. "Oh my God, they're early... I'm not even dressed!" I wrung my hands.

"Don't sweat it, Barb. That's just Kenny and Marge; they're always early," Donny confirmed and headed to the front door. "Go ahead and dress. I'll get it." I flew upstairs and quickly dressed for our Luau-themed party.

Slipping out of my jeans and top, I put on a brand new white string bikini with matching sarong, and double-checked my memory. "Kids are both gone on overnighters, the hot tub is clean and ready, food's ready, fancy glasses with umbrellas... yep, I think that's about it," I said aloud while tying the sarong to hang low on my hips. A hairbrush, some added lip gloss, a big white flower stuck above my ear; and I was suddenly the dark-tanned Princess Leilani [or is it lay-on-me?].

Another ring of the bell meant MJ and Rick must have arrived. "Must make a good first impression! Must make..." I repeated and slipped into a brand new pair of strappy elevated sandals, before scampering down the stairs to get the door. A fleeting glance in the glare of the glass front door, I swung it open.

"Hi, you must be Rick; how nice to meet you!" I smiled and caught my breath.

Smiling broadly at the tall handsome blond-haired man in his mid-thirties, I held out my hand. He took it and returned my smile. Dressed in a broad printed off-the-rack floral Hawaiian shirt, shorts and sandals, he spoke, "...and you must be... Barb?" He quizzed keeping a firm grip on my hand.

"Uh yeah, Barb--that's ME!" I finally replied and led him across the threshold.

"You're surely not Donny's Barb? I was told she was... shall we say, I expected an older woman with some extra padding." He drew me close to whisper.

"Nope, sorry to say, we got rid that fat 'ole thing months ago!" I quipped, leaning back into him.

"Well, it IS exciting to meet YOU. But, something you should know," he began, keeping his arm around me.

Learning back to check his expression, he continued. "I do believe there is a ten-year-old island boy hiding in your bikini."

"Oh really, how do you know that?" I schmoozed.

"Well, for one thing I can see his ass, and he appears to be aching for a spanking" Rick's eyes never strayed from my tanned cleavage.

"Oh, you're smooth; haven't heard that one before," I winked. "Speaking of... well, never mind, where's your better half?" I asked looking past him.

Finally releasing my hand, he explained that the two of them had a close call on the drive over--nearly hitting a child, and MJ was still outside in the car. I ushered Rick into the kitchen to meet Donny, Kenny and Marge, before returning to the front to see about MJ. Hanging her head in a pair of nervous hands, MJ was still obviously shaken by the near accident.

"Oh, Barb," she gathered herself enough to stare up at me from the open car door. With dark mascara smudged on her face and hands, her mouth quivered as she described the close call.

Apparently a five-year-old had jumped out in front of them at a stop sign and the car came within inches of hitting him, as it screeched to a halt. Empathizing with her emotional response, I was somewhat taken at how affected she was. Her large stature and usually formidable personality generally exuded a dominating, take-charge creature that prided herself on "not taking shit off nobody." This was a complete and unexpected change. Perhaps she DOES have an Achilles heel?

"Well, come on, Babe. We can't sit out here all day. Come on inside. I have just the thing to calm you down. Besides, have you seen a mirror?" I slowly smiled.

She quickly glanced first at me, and then into the rear view mirror, and back at me, "Oh My GOD! Let's go!" She was suddenly up, slammed the car door, and we headed to the house. When it comes to some women and their makeup, nothing short of an earthquake can stand in their way. This was especially true in this brunette's case. Still hiding her face as we entered the house, I pointed her upstairs to our bedroom. She continued to obsess about the near wreck, as she stood at our bathroom mirror and went to work on her entire face.

"Excuse me," I broke in and opened the vanity behind the mirror. "Here they are," I said and poured two Valiums in her open hand. "I don't take these little beauties probably as often as I could, but I'm sure they'll work wonders for you," I added and handed her a glass of water to wash them down.

"Okay Barb, if you say so. I don't usually take drugs, but I trust you, thanks," she remarked and gulped them both down.

"Yeah well, I don't know about that, but anyway... you probably shouldn't drink with them," I advised like the resident pharmacist I was-NOT!

"Damn, I was looking forward to tying one on tonight!"

The term "vanity" seemed to take on its true sense of purpose, as the six foot glamazon continued to skillfully revitalize her facial hardware. "Damn Girl, you really are gifted at that!" I noted, as she expertly applied excess amounts of eye shadow and mascara. She politely smiled and proudly batted her long lashes in agreement.

"Well, some of us aren't natural beauties, like you, Barb."

"Natural beauty? Give me a break! At my age, I'm lucky to simply paint some eyebrows on without looking like an escaped Barnum & Bailey clown," I laughed.

"Nonsense, you look great," MJ said, giving her thick lips a full waxing of deep red gloss. "Maybe just add a little shadow..." she started.

"Hey, I'm up for any hints from a true artist," I said, keenly watching her handiwork.

"Well then, let's DO it; whatcha say?"

Just then Rick bolted into the bathroom in the tightest pair of bicycle trunks I've ever seen. "Do what? Hey, you two gonna rub uglies? Can I watch!"

"You WISH--Asshole," MJ shot back.

"I was just checking on the two hottest chicks here. Here, wanna fancy-ass drink?" Rick said, handing a tall fluted glass of who-the-hell-knows-what to MJ. She took it, but right before taking a drink, she froze.

"No, Barb said I should hold off on the alcohol," she stated.

"YOU, not drinking--what the hell?" He laughed.

"Well...maybe just a sip," she grimaced and took a healthy swallow. "Umm, that's GOOD! This could be hard," she added.

Rick slid up next to her and shoved his pelvis against her hip. "It's already hard, Babe."

MJ shook her ass against him and then pulled away sharply. "Get that fugly thing outta here. You and your California humor; you're such a tease," she said, letting her artificially darkened eyes lower to his crotch.

Bouncing back a few steps, he felt obliged to come up from behind me. Laying his hands on my hips, he edged closer. Catching my expression in the mirror, he lightly rubbed his erection against my ass. "Man talk about Cleavage Central! This is certainly a memorable meeting of massive mammaries, folks," Rick declared, checking our nearly identical pairs of harnessed half-moons straining to escape.

"Stop it now, Rick! You're embarrassing me in front of our host," she said, but without an expected amount of conviction.

"Am I embarrassing you, Barb?" He nudged my neck, letting his lower lip glide along my collar bone. Watching his pseudo seduction in the mirror, instead of pulling away, I leaned my head back to see if he'd take the bait.

"Hey, I'm having fun--doesn't bother me," I said, as he slyly licked my bare shoulder.

"Ya know, Barb here reminds me a lot of a girl I met in Cal, back in the 70's. Now what was her name... Dee Dee or Dawn something?"

"Barb, pay no attention to him. Every woman he meets reminds him of some Southern Californian porn star," MJ rolled her eyes.

"Hey, not EVERY woman, just the really hot ones; like Barb. Now, why can't I recall that girl's name? I was doing some engine work for Ranger. That's it I was rebuilding a carburetor for Mike Ranger and he introduced me to Dawn... Dawn... KNUDSEN! Cute little Swedish girl... LONG blonde hair like yours, as I recall, blue eyes, just like yours; and big hooters... kinda weird though, she had inverted nipples -- HA!"

"Well, I suppose I should take that as a compliment; never been compared to a 70's porn star," I laughed. "I mean without the inverted nipples," I suggested.

"NO, yours are definitely NOT inverted!" Rick stated, quickly reaching from behind to cup my tits and lightly rub my rather extended nipples.

"Rick, you're such a prick. You know what I always say?" She pointed her question at me. I shrugged. "Blondes may have more fun, but brunettes get it done," she quoted like it was something she had read once etched in marble. I giggled appropriately.

"Now, get the hell outta here, while we get dressed. We ARE going to hot tub it, aren't we Barb?"

"Absolutely!" I assured her.

"We'll see YOU d-downstairs," MJ commanded.

Rick surreptitiously squeezed my ass and obediently left. When MJ went for her purse, I likewise headed for the door to let her dress. "He can be such an ass, but I love him," she said, as I reached for the door. "Hey wait, I didn't mean YOU, Barb. We need to fix those eyes, right?" She reminded me.

"Oh yeah, sure!" I responded and sat on the edge of the bed while she unpacked a colorful outfit.

"I'll bet Donny doesn't treat you like that," she said rhetorically.

"Like what?" [This could get interesting.]

"You know: the lesbian thing, swinging, other s-shit...you know? God, I think those pills are working. I think I'm s-slurring my words--HA!"

"Yep, I think you are," I grinned.

"Wow! It's not like getting d-drunk, but boy I AM relaxed, hmm," she gave in to the chemicals and flopped down on the other edge of the bed.

"You were saying..."

"Oh yeah, swinging lesbians, right? See, h-he knows I hate lesbians. I mean I'm a real homophobic, or whatever ya call it about carpet munchers. I can't help it--I just am. I guess that's why we're not into that whole swinging thing. He's always talking about doing it with another couple and I KNOW he just wants to see me get it on with some fuckin' chick," she was definitely relaxed. [What better time to prime the pump.]

Truths Be Told +++++

"So, you don't mind swinging with an extra guy?" I lead her.

"Oh hell NO. I've done that a ton... I mean, I can do that 'til the cows come home--HA!"

"Well, I guess he needs to know that," I suggested, tongue-in-cheek.

"Oh he knows--HE KNOWS! Hell, that's how I fucking met him!"

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, oh God, don't repeat this, but see, I was having a four-way with these guys in a garage. He was one of them,"

"WOW!" I exclaimed [just think of how she'll tell her Grandkids how she met Grandpa].

"Oh yeah, but he was GOOD. I mean he treated me real good, ya know. But the t-thing is he's fucking hung like a damn horse, Barb. I must admit that sucker is ugly. We even call it his Mr. Fugly Stick, c-cause it's so fucking ugly," she cackled.

I had to laugh at her delivery. She was definitely a fun druggie. "Well he must treat ya right with Mr. Fugly," I assumed.

"Oh God YES! Like I said, it's so damn long, and thick, and... well, I just HAD to marry the asshole," she busted out in laughter, until she nearly fell off the bed. Gathering herself, she sat back down, this time nearly on top of me. Recalling Rick's imposing package pressed up against me earlier, I had to agree with her assessment.

"Well, I guess there are worse reasons for getting married," I laughed.

"No SHIT! God Barb, you should see it. I know you don't believe me, but it's frigging HUGE!" She broke me up again.

"See now MJ, if you were only a swinger then you could show me--HA!" I joked.

"Really! I just need to learn to munch carpet--YUKK!"

[I'm always confounded by people who are seemingly liberal and open when it comes to sex; yet are inflexibly opposed and closed to one or two aspects of further exploration. The concept of gangbanging a bunch of rough-n-tumble mechanics in a garage appealed to her, while the idea of making out with a woman totally intimidated her. Amazing!]

"So Barb, you never answered me," MJ asked, as she fumbled through her purse to find her bikini. "So does Donny treat you that way?"

"You mean about swinging, lesbians--that stuff? Oh, I suppose he did when we were younger, ya know. He would suggest this and that, ya know," I hemmed and hawed.

She finally yanked out a powder blue string bikini I was sure would put mine to shame. Standing up to get her bearings she dropped the bra top. Since I was close, I snatched it up and handed it up to her. In the process I got a peak at the label...40D. I had approximated correctly on the "forty" part; she was a big girl. The "D" cups I hadn't counted on. I always assumed she was at least a double-D or bigger. Perception is everything, even for women.

"Barb, I think you're ignoring me, or did you answer and I missed it," she laughed. "Damn those drugs are kickass!" She added, before returning to the bathroom to dress.

"I think I answered. What part did ya miss?" I yelled to be heard from the bedroom.

"You were talking about stuff Donny used to make you do..."

I walked closer to the bathroom, so as not to yell. "Oh well, he never really MADE me do anything I didn't want to-- just suggestions, ya know."

"No I don't know; that's the point. What suggestions?" She returned.

"Just the normal guy-fantasy stuff: dancing with other guys, dressing sexy, flirting with guys and girls, occasional flashing... that kind of stuff," I stated nonchalantly.

"Whoa, back up there, Babe! Flirting with guys...AND girls?" Her head popped out from behind the door for a second take.

"Yeah, we tried some swinging, "soft swinging" I think they call it these days," I admitted.

Dressed [if you call it that] in her sexy bikini, she headed for her purse once again. "I know I was going to throw it in here," her hands fished further into her medium-sized bag.

"Oh, you looking for this? Rick brought it up with him," I said, handing her a balled up floral fabric.

"Yeah, that's it. Thanks!" She took it and shimmied into the silky flowing skirt.

"That's a beautiful skirt--matches your suit perfectly," I lied. It was way too dark.

"Thanks. It took me forever to find it. C'mon let's do those eyes," she said and whipped out her trusty makeup pouch again. I stepped forward to face her. Even without her sandals, she still towered over me. "God, I'm such a giraffe," she said, bending down to get a better angle.

"Don't be silly, MJ. I'm just a shrimp. Wait here, I've got a stool in the closet?" I suggested and went to get the stool. "Well that helps." Standing atop the stool in my 4-inch wedge sandals she was able to comfortably work her makeup magic on me.

"So, you guys were into "soft" swinging?" She asked off the cuff, like a trained manicurist making small talk.

"Geez MJ, you really want to know if I did it with women, don't you?" I forced the subject. Her raised eyebrows and shifting glance spoke volumes. "Yep, I got it on with a few women. It was weird at first, but I got used to it. Actually, I found it can be quite a turn on. I got pretty damn good at it, to be honest!" I declared.

"Hey, I believe you, OKAY? I'm glad you can be so honest about it, Barb. It's just something that makes me totally gag," she said, penciling in my eyebrows.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to yell. It's just one of those things that doesn't bother me, once I used a trick or two." It was then I caught a good whiff of her perfume. When she had me close my eyes to apply some shadow, I teetered from side to side and swung my hand out to grab anything. Grasping her shoulder I steadied myself, "Damn, 'bout fell over there, sorry," I apologized, opening my eyes.

"No, keep them closed. I'm not done," she directed. "You were saying something about a trick?" She reminded me.

My sense of smell took over again, as I tried to recall where I... sure, I remember that same curious smell when I was doing the laundry last winter. If I'm not mistaken [and I very seldom am] that was HER perfume on my husband's clothes.

"See, the only way I could get past my initial hang-up about doing it with... women, ya know."

"Yeah, go on," She urged and I sensed a degree of interest.

"I just invent my own personal alter ego. Back in college, some of my sorority sisters called me Betty (actually Backseat Betty for any number of transgressions). I just let myself slip into what I expect Betty would do. Betty was a crazy nympho bitch; there wasn't much "she" wouldn't try," I smiled.

"Hmm, so you pretended to be somebody else, and then..."

"Yeah, and then I (Betty) could do all sorts of things I would never dream of trying," I said, giving her shoulder a tiny squeeze for emphasis.

"Well, I guess whatever works..." MJ deliberated.

"Oh it works--EVERYTIME... and not just for the lesbian stuff," I added

"Really?" Her raised voice indicated anxiety.

"Yeah," I sighed. "But I don't need to bore you with such things," I teased.

"Hey Babe, you're not boring me! This is a trip. I never thought about pretending. Well, that's not entirely t-true. I do sometimes... well, only for one thing," She reconsidered.

"Okay, so now you're teasing me. You DO pretend--AHA!" I laughed, opened my eyes and gently shoved her.

"Hey, you know how it is. There's some things women feel obligated to..."

"I know EXACTLY what you mean! Gotta keep our horny old men happy, right? Sooo, what is it for you, MJ... blowjobs?"

"NO, I love giving head."

"Titty-fucking, swallowing, taking it up the ass, what?" I pushed her.

"No, I don't mind most of that," she wrinkled her brow again.

"Ah, ass-fucking, I'll bet," I suggested. She nodded and lowered her head.

"I just can't seem to relax enough I guess, and Rick is SO fucking big. Did I mention..." She started. I broke in.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Fugly is huge, you mentioned that at least once," I winked.

"Well, I can't help if it hurts, and it HURTS. God, just thinking about it makes it hurt!"

Staring at this mountain of a sex goddess, her hidden frailty and honesty further stunned me. There was definitely a shy, warm-hearted little girl hiding beneath her rough, self-centered exterior.

"So you pretend to enjoy it for his sake?" I asked, smoothing her shoulder with a gentle touch.

"Yeah, I guess I do. But I've never pretended to be a completely different person," she explained and slightly backed away from my touch.

"Not even when you're gangbanging? Oops, I mean..."

"Hey, that's what it is. Well, maybe a little "playing pretend" when I did that, but I'm a married woman now; don't mess with that shit anymore," she let out a long sigh.

"Gosh, just think of all the hearts you broke with THAT news--HA!" I winked.

"Okay, enough of that nonsense. Let me finish up these eyes. You want me to line your lips too?" She asked dabbing her brush.

Responding to her instructions, I closed my eyes again. Taking hold of her steady shoulder again for support, I awaited another feathering of my eyelids. I waited...waited... nothing. "Yeah, go ahead. You might as well do my lips. At this point..." I stopped in mid-phrase, feeling the totally unexpected contact of lips on my lips.

The sensation was so slight and tentative; I hardly believed it at first. When she turned her face to validate a solid kiss, I knew this was no friendly peck. She was exploring, perhaps for the first time. My fingers tightened around her upper arm. Pulling her closer, I parted my lips and forced harder on hers. Letting her mouth open, she accepted my tongue and took a sharp, deep breath though her nose.

I sensed reluctance and perhaps a tad bit of fear, as my tongue swam deeper into her mouth. Perhaps I was pushing her too fast. She pulled back. My eyes slowly opened.

"J-just wondered what it w-would be like," she whispered.

"That's pretty brave of you, Honey. So, what's the verdict?" I asked, loosening my fingers from her arm.

Raising her eyes to mine, she smiled, "Well, I didn't gag," she shrugged.

"I'm guessing there's a compliment in there somewhere?" I smiled.

"Oh God! I can't even believe I did that," MJ declared in her Valium-induced stupor.

"Not only did you DO it; you did it GOOD Girl! You're a real natural," I added, giving her a hard ass slap.

"Don't EVEN say THAT! Rick will find out and... oh God Barb, don't tell him!"

"Why the hell not? Besides, when I ask to see Mr. Fugly he'll want to know why," I snickered.

"Come here; let's finish your eyes, damn it," MJ shook her head and gave my eyelids several more brush strokes, before announcing she was, "All done!" I stepped off the stool and went to check myself in the mirror.

Pretty much as I expected, she had me looking like a mirror image of herself--well, at least the eyes. I resembled a blonde-headed raccoon suffering from sleep apnea. However, on the other hand, I knew the guys would love it. There's something about the male animal that is drawn to whores with smoldering, bedroom eyes.

Adjusting our tops and bottoms, MJ warned me again about disclosing our "little secret". "Besides, that doesn't mean we were swinging; it was just a kiss," she rationalized, as we started downstairs.

"I suppose you're right. It's not like we were munching carpets--HA!" I teased.

"Oh GOD!" She blurted out, stepping down a step. This put her at the perfect height for another tease.

"Hmm, but the night is still quite young, isn't it?" I whispered and swiped her ear with my tongue.

Gritting her teeth while trying to collect herself, she barked at me to, "Cut it out, Barb!"

Don't Mess With Gidget +++++

"Well, HERE they are! Geez Rick, check out these two Polynesian honeys, WOW!" Donny yelled from the family room, as we entered the kitchen. Rick and Donny greeted us with Hawaiian Leis and a couple of umbrella drinks, while Kenny and Marge appeared to be steaming in a heated discussion in the corner.

Our bare-chested hubbies had already taken a hot tub plunge and dripped on the carpet as they continued to fawn over us. Kenny made a move to join us, before being quickly yanked back by Marge. Dressed in a conservative, tropical, two-piece suit straight out of a 1950's Jantzen's Catalog, and her 70's-mod, oversized, droopy straw beach-comber bonnet, she resembled a Bond-girl reject with a bad attitude. The sneer peaking from under the straw brim was tangible. I swear she would spit pure battery acid when MJ took it upon herself to introduce her hubby to Kenny and Marge.

"Thanks MJ, we've already met. Oh, and by-the-way, you look terrific," Kenny's words barely cut through the fumes, as Marge stomped between the two of them to close in on me. Taking hold of my arm, Marge pulled me out to the patio, in no uncertain terms.

"Okay Barb, I'm PISSED!" She simmered. Giving up the occasional frustration with her hat, she tore it off and stomped it to death.

"I can SEE, Marge. What's going on? What'd I miss?" I flashed her a wide-eyed smile, trying to hold back streams of laughter.

"T-that FUCKing Dick-prick, Rick-bastard, whatever his name is... h-he..."

"Slow down Marge! What did he do?"

"He made f-fun of me. GOD, what a prick!"

"I guess I don't get it," I HAD to hear the whole sordid story.

"Well, I was being nice, you know how I can be... "nice" you know... a younger guy, somewhat attractive..."

"Quite attractive!" I butted in.

"WILL you let me finish!" She shot me her Medusa-special [a stone-cold fiery-eyed glare that instantly turns most observers into pillars of salt.]

"Sorry, go on."

"Now where... oh yeah. So, a young guy; obviously attracted to me."

I nodded but zipped my curling lip.

"He says... get what HE SAYS... "Hey Gidget, I just got off the phone with the Big Kahuna. Moon-doggy and Annette wondered if you waxed your surfboard yet?" Now I ask you, is that friggin' RUDE or WHAT?"

It was then I very nearly upchucked an entire mouthful of rum punch all over her. "A-ah maybe the pigtails are a little 'much,' I offered lamely.

"I thought they make me look younger--don't ya think?"

"Well... YES, yes they DO!"

"Then you two come in, swinging your big tits, looking like some blonde bombshell and Jane frigging-Russell on steroids... what the heck am I supposed to do? I know ONE thing for SURE..."

"What's that?"

"There's no way Mr. Clint-"big dick"-Eastwood over there is getting a piece of THIS sweet ass tonight!"

"Marge; such language!"

"Okay, I'm sorry. I'm just REALLY pissed!"

"Maybe that was just his way of hitting on you. You know how insecure guys are," I suggested with all the sincerity of a Warner Brothers' cartoon.

"Hmm, I hadn't thought of that. You could have something there. There ARE guys not used to being around attractive mature women," she reconsidered.

"I'm sure that HAS to be the case! Now you just go on and be your sweet sexy self--just don't overdo it," I advised.

"Why thanks, Barb. I'll tone it down a bit," she wiped her sniffles and took a deep, cleansing breath.

"That's a girl. Have fun!"

"Okay, I will. You know, as handsome as he thinks he is; I can't help but think there's something ugly about him," she noted.

"You think?" I paused and eyed him, especially below the belt line. Without knowing it, Marge had probably stumbled onto her first accurate assumption. I was still staring and considering her supposition, when she broke in.

"But even if I let him come on my tits, I'm definitely NOT licking it up."

"T-that sounds... like the old Marge," My brow wrinkled [even Mr. Fugly doesn't have that good of an aim].

I lost track of Marge after that, until I spied her later that evening in the kitchen. A half-empty bottle of Tequila in her grip, she seemed to be having another serious debate with my favorite philodendron.

As it turned out, Kenny got equally stewed but had yet to resort to plant talk. He was still firing blank barrages at his too-tall secretary, while my hubby-dearest fired from her flank. Mary Jane, not one to turn away a drink or a cheap flirtation, must have forgotten she was chemically infused with the Valium. Tossing her long, brunette hair with greater regularity, she winked, nodded, and let her body language do the talking. [God, could she ever converse!]

I must admit to being more than tipsy after so many spiked fruit punches with vodka-seven chasers. Rick retreated to the solitude of the hot tub with his own bucket of longneckers. I switched the stereo from Aloha Hoy to some slow, jazzy bossa nova and flicked off the overhead deck lights.

"Well Rick, aren't YOU just the social animal?" I asked, pulling and popping a cold Bud from his bucket.

Lounging back on both spread arms, his focus locked on the starry sky. Hot, foamy bubbles rose and rolled from under and around his muscular arms and chest. I strode slowly around the circumference of the six-seating sunken tub, until I stood directly over him.

"Cat got your tongue?" I tried again, gazing down at his atypical 80's modified mullet. I say modified, due to his receding hairline. [Titty-tracks they used to call 'em.]

Laying his head even further back for a better view, he remained speechless. Moving his arm from the tub's edge, he slid one hand between the slit in my semi-transparent sarong. When his warm, wet hand found my calf and started running up my leg, I determined any further catch phrases would be superfluous. Fondling and measuring my leg as far as he could reach, he dropped his hand to the flagstone. Grabbing hold of the hem of my sarong, he yanked hard. This nearly dislodged it from around my hips. One more hefty tug would do it. Yep, that did it.

Standing in my elevated sandals, white string bikini and poufy flower, I locked hands on hips and glared defiantly down into his upturned expression. "Well?" I asked posing a little for him.

"Well... do I have to do EVERYTHING?" He returned, obviously referring to my tied bottoms. "Nice and warm in here; why don't you join me?" He tempted.

"Nope. I don't fuck in hot tubs."

"Who said I wanted to fuck you?"

"Oh, you want to fuck me," I determined.

"HA! You sound pretty sure of yourself," he smirked at my confidence.

"I know what I want. See, I want to fuck you, so you really have little choice."

"Whatever Lola wants; Lola gets, is that it?" He concluded.

After a security glance back at the empty porch, I returned to stare him down. Locking my focus on his sexy eyes, mustache and strong chin, I untied my strings with one yank. Letting them drop to fall, my bikini bottoms settled smack dab on his kisser. He took a deep perverted whiff before tossing them aside. A long minute lapsed before he reached to take hold of both my ankles.

"You don't HAVE to do a damn thing," I reckon.

"If you prefer...I was simply gonna answer your first question about a cat having my tongue--or was it a pussy?" He teased.

"Maybe I should warn you..." I started. His hands stopped. His brow raised. "Just like a Timex..." I began, bending my legs. "I keep on ticking..." Lowering my crotch to within inches from his face. "After a good licking," I concluded, spread my pussy and plopped down on his mouth.

His voracious tongue went immediately to work on my snatch. Throwing my head back to savor every stab, twist and turn, my eyes spied a slice of light before shutting. I reached to pry my tender lips to guide him to my favorite spots. A light breeze coming from the house did little to muffle our moans, as he continued an exquisite assault on my wetness. When he thrust a few fingers inside me and began sucking my clit, my eyes sprung open. There was definitely a light occasionally twinkling through the tall elm tree between the hot tub and the house.

Now I split my focus between Rick's talented tongue and our bedroom on the second story --the master bathroom to be exact. The flickering light continued to play tag with my eyes, even as I heard voices coming from the house.

"I believe we're about to have company," I said calmly, before grabbing up my sarong. Standing up to retie the sarong, I searched for my bikini bottoms.

"Looking for this?" Rick winked and quickly hid them under the water. No doubt they found a new home hiding in those hideous bike trunks. The low lamps like dim sentinels shined enough for me to see a glossy bulge in his trunks, as he emerged from the bubbling hot water. Re-locking my sarong at the hip, I circled the tub to join him as he got out.
"See you guys, I told you they were probably hot-tubbin' it," I heard MJ's voice coming down the walkway from the house. "Where are you two off to; we were just g-gonna join ya?" She inquired, stepping out of her Hawaiian skirt to toe-test the water. "Gosh, its s-so dark, I can hardly make you out," stepping into the fog-laden tub.

"That's funny, I can make you out just fine," I whispered, before stealing a quick full-mouth kiss and boob fondle.

"BARB, THERE you are! You naughty thing," MJ acted at once cautiously surprised.

"Hey, you guys enjoy yourselves. The water's fine! I need to check upstairs; I must have left a light on or something," I smiled and gave her arm a reassuring squeeze.

"I'm just up to get a beer and drain a vein. You all seem to be doing okay," Rick referred to their full drinks.

"Doin' GREAT R-Rick! Take your time, Man. Us Three Musketeers need to catch up on old times," Kenny said, staggering to stand straight.

"Old times--right!" Rick yelled back at them, before catching up to me on the back porch.

"Good ole MJ. The girl just can't pass up two drooling hot-n-bothered fuckers," Rick surprised me. "I'll bet two of those so-called musketeers couldn't work up one good dagger between them. So much for the good old days!" Rick ridiculed.

"You sound pretty cock-sure of yourself," I noted, reaching for the kitchen doorknob.

Rick's hand covered mine and stopped me from turning, "That's an odd way of referring to my self-confidence, but yeah, I'm sure." Pressing me hard against the door, he leaned down to move my hair aside and nibble at my neck. "Another thing I'm cock-sure of is that sweet pussy of yours," he cooed into my ear.

"Oh r-really?" I went weak-kneed, as his stray hand quickly maneuvered inside my sarong.

"Yeah, you couldn't be more wet and ready. We should REALLY take care of that." He advised and directed my free hand to his bulge.

Giving his pride-n-joy a healthy squeeze and tug, I replied, "...and by 'we' you mean you and Mister Fugly?"

"Exactly! Hey, how do you know about..."

"Mr. Fugly?" I interjected and twisted the doorknob to open."Hey, there are all sorts of stuff I know about you two," I turned to flash him a seductive wink.

"Oh really? Like what, for instance?" He eyes lit up.

"You mean besides your big, ugly cock? Well, how about that she likes gangbangs, but hates the idea of swinging. She likes all sorts of cocks, but not up her ass, and she's never done it with a black guy." My potpourri of MJ's sexual yeas and nays impressed him.

"You say big and ugly like those are bad things. Hmm, I know she hates the whole lesbian thing, but I didn't know about black guys," he scratched his head.

"Well, to be honest, I'm not sure about that either. Guess I just sensed in her a certain degree of apprehension, when it comes to "meeting" new people," I speculated.

"You mean like she is about swinging and other women?" Rick wondered.

"Yep, but that's one aspect I soon intend to amend," I said.

"WHAT! Tonight?" He shook his head. "No way will she let you..." He started.

"No, you don't get it, Rick. Before the night is over, she will do ME," I nodded confidently.

"Absolutely NO WAY!" He was emphatic.

"Bet me," I teased rhetorically.

"Sure, I'll bet ya any damn thing! It ain't gonna happen. Tell ya what, if MJ puts the make on you, I'd... hell, I'd go down on Donny -- HA! You have NO idea of how much she hates carpet munchers," Rick laughed.

"Yeah, I heard that same term from her," I mentioned and noticed a drunk Marge sprawled out on the family room floor. "You SURE about that bet? I'll give you a chance to back out," I offered.

"You may not know me, but I don't renege on my bets--especially when I'm betting on a sure thing."

"Okay, okay... but you don't know ME very well either," I chuckled.

Pointing to my unconscious neighbor, I motioned to Rick. "God, I can't leave her like this. Do me a favor, Rick and carry our Little Miss Plant-Talker upstairs."

"Who Gidget?" Rick smirked and squatted down to gather her up in his arms. "Where do ya want her?" He asked, heading for the stairs.

"Hey, you be nice to her. She had only nice things to say about you," I smiled and followed them. Once we got to the upstairs hall I directed him, "Might as well put her in Josh's room." I motioned down the hallway and added, "Now, don't just dump her--make her comfortable."

"Will do Ma'am; then how's about we cut the cards?" Rick feigned a western accent.

"Cut the... what?"

"I'm thinking you and I should cut the cards... for a poke," he smiled.

"OH, you've been watching Lonesome Dove. So, you think I'm nothing more than a common country dance-hall whore, is that it?"

"Oh heavens NO! I was just thinking how fun it's gonna be to go Wild West on that sweet ass of yours.

I laughed, but knew his witty remark dripped with equal amounts of sarcasm and sincerity. "You just concentrate on the task at hand, Cowboy... then, we'll see about cuttin' the cards." I shot him one last lingering glance, before closing our bedroom door behind me.

All That Flickers +++++

Taking a deep breath, I regrouped and carefully made my way through the unlit bedroom to the master bathroom. Not wanting to disturb the sounds coming from below, I slowly padded my way across the bathroom's shag carpet in the dark. Nothing unusual. Nothing out of place that I could see. The shower curtain was drawn, but Donny often leaves it that way. The small window directly overlooking the patio below was open, but we often left it open for circulation. Approaching the window I was able to distinctly identify the three musketeers. Peering through the dark screen, my knees bumped into the small clothes hamper beneath the window. Their words became more intelligible, as my eyes strained to make out images.

It was definitely an excellent spot for spying, if one was so inclined. My liquored up husband was obviously putting the moves on his full-time secretary/part-time motel playmate. The equally inebriated amazon was restrained but noticeably taken with his high school solicitation. Listening in covert silence, I strained to see what I could through tree branches.

Suddenly I heard the plastic shower curtain peel away from behind me. Turning sharply at the sound, I caught sight of a large shadow and felt two hands grasp my wrists. My first impulse to scream was soon muffled by the intruder's large hand over my mouth.

"You just can't get enough, can you?" The dark shadow whispered, as my struggle ceased immediately.

"JOSH!? What the hell..." I stifled a yell.

"You've been waiting six months to watch THIS?" He said, grabbing my wrists tighter.

"You're not supposed to be home. What the hell..." I started when he shushed me.

Forcibly twirling me around to face the window, he stepped out of the shower. Closing his long fingers around my neck, his other hand grabbed my sarong. Ripping it off my hips, I felt his rock-hard cock slam against my bare ass.

"You've been teasing me for over six months and you let that fucking mechanic eat you out after a few hours--that's fucking bullshit!" My son's frustration exploded in hateful terms.

"Geez Josh, you're drunk! Let me go, NOW!" I struggled to free myself.

All the exercise, toning and body shaping I'd practiced in the last six months put me in the best shape of my life. However, my strength was no match when it came to fighting off a young offender with the drunken power of countless shots of Jack Daniels. Once he bent me over at the waist, it became a struggle just to keep my legs locked so the two of us wouldn't both fall into the shower or against the toilet and vanity. With one hand ripping at my bra clasp, his other hand focused on keeping his cock in ramming condition.

"If you HAVE to take your fucking revenge, then here, take THIS!" He demanded and slapped his heat-seeking weapon up against my pussy from behind.

"Josh WAIT! Don't...don..." he was beyond reasoning, when I felt my tender lubricated lips part to take him inside.

"I should have done this six months ago when you begged for it," he figured and thrust more of his thick nine-incher in my vagina.

Holding my undone bra close to my bosom, I turned to make a plea, "NO Josh, you were right then, about everything. I was being totally selfish and, OH GOD!" I stopped as his long cock filled my love hole completely. The blood raced to my foggy brain as his hands took hold of my toned hips for ramming speed. Every second swept by pulling me further and further away from reality into twisted visions of incest I'd never dreamed possible.

Lewd sounds of love making emanated from the patio below, as Josh's grunts and my muffled moans echoed from the bathroom. Rocking back and forth in an impromptu passion dance, I was nearly knocked off my high-heeled sandals a number of times. We nearly tumbled as he continually tried to keep from losing his balance. It was then I sensed he might be close to passing out from the liquor. Pulling my upper body back up to a standing position his slick tool fell from its intended target. I turned around abruptly just in time to see him stagger to his knees in front of the commode.

"Serves you right, Boy," I scolded, grabbed up my sarong, held my top in check, and got out of there.

Watching naked Josh gagging and throwing up, I couldn't help but recall countless times we'd fought the brave fight against every childhood illness and flu together. He was still my baby, after all. Back in the bathroom, I wet a washcloth and gently patted his forehead. "God damn it, Josh," I said.

"I'm s-sorry Mom. Don't know what got into me," he eked out, before expelling another burst.

"Yeah well, let's just forget about it. Get some sleep and we'll not speak of this again," I instructed and handed him the washcloth.

Closing the bathroom door, my mind raced back to thoughts of Rick. Had he overheard or seen anything... and what about Donny, Kenny and MJ? Tossing the sarong aside, I selected a more appropriate outfit. Considering the last few moments, I was now hornier than ever. Whipping out a pair of black thigh-highs, matching black satin camisole and panties, I kicked off my sandals. Quickly dressing, I pulled on a short satin robe to cover it all. Shoving my feet into a pair of tall, black pumps, I stepped into the hall. As I started down the hallway it dawned on me, "Where the hell is Josh going to bed down, with Marge in his room?"

I turned and had taken a few steps when I heard the sound of the toilet flushing in the guest bathroom. That had to be Rick I surmised and headed in that direction. Propping myself seductively in the doorway, I waited. When the doorknob turned I kicked the door completely open. His series of facial expressions were priceless. I stood boldly with crossed arms to accentuate my attributes, as his eyes methodically scanned me from head to toe.

"Wow!"

"That's it...wow?" I asked and discreetly opened the robe to reveal a bit more. "There are over 250,000 words in the English language. The average person's vocabulary is 10 to 20,000 words and a countless number of adjectives, and all you can come up with is wow? Come ON man!"

"Look what I found?" He countered and covertly did a two-fingered nose pinch.

Hearing the master bedroom door close, I leaned back slightly to see Josh sneaking down the hallway and into his room. "Looks like Marge will have company tonight," I thought, but returned my attention back to Rick. "I have no idea. What DID you find?"

Holding up a thin box of playing cards, Rick grinned.

"Well, well lookie there, Maverick--so glad I dressed for the occasion," I said, letting the robe slide over a shoulder.

Rick closed in on me in a heartbeat. As he kissed and nibbled my neck I reached inside his gray bicycle shorts. With my robe comfortably clinging at the elbows, Rick immediately lowered my slinky camisole straps. "I've been waiting all night for these babies," he noted and took a step back to admire my exposed chest.

"Such patience SHOULD be rewarded I suppose," I said and reached down to hoist a tit to my tongue.

"Okay, now I AM jealous," he said and leaned down to join his long tongue with mine.

With both of us taking turns, the affected nipple grew hard within seconds.

"Beautiful--just fucking beautiful. God, I love big titted blondes!" He stated and took a good-sized chunk of my other melon in his mouth. After a few lingering minutes of him deep-sucking each boob, I felt my knees give way. "God DAMN Girl, I LOVE your tits!" He said, as I leaned back to give him full access.

"Well, I'm impressed. I mean considering what you've got to play with at home, I'd say that's quite a complement," I returned and let the robe fall to the floor in a heap.

After pulling me up to carry me in his arms, we turned to start back down the hallway. That's when we heard voices echoing in the stairwell. Rick must have realized I was missing my robe. Suddenly coming to a halt, he swung us back around and lowered me to retrieve it. The voices grew louder. By the time we reached the bedroom door, my hubby and Rick's wife met us at the top of the stairs.

"Barb, will you talk some sense into this girl?" Donny asked, while Rick unceremoniously let me down.

"Sorry Rick, Honey, didn't mean to interrupt... something," MJ said, trying her best not to sound upset, jealous, or something other than smashed--which is what she was.

"Is there a problem?" I returned; pulling my robe back on as if nothing had happened.

"I just mentioned that she and Rick should probably stay the night. Considering how much we've all had to drink, ya know?" He shot me a contrived wink. "MJ says they have early plans in the morning or some s-such shit," he continued with a few slurs of his own.

Somewhere beyond her glazed expression, MJ was regrouping as I observed, "Well you guys know you're certainly welcome to stay. There's plenty of room..."

"I think it might be best if we take off," tall MJ's shifting eyes fixed on Rick, then over at me.

Rick left my side to join MJ in the hallway. "Honey, you can take off. HELL, take it ALL off!" He laughed, obviously trying to keep things light. As our two sexy stoned guests half-whispered to themselves, I wedged myself between them.

Gifts That Keep On Giving +++++

"Tell ya what. Why not let me and MJ have a little privacy and, if you still need to leave... well, that's okay too," I suggested and opened our bedroom door. More of their hemming and hawing ensued until I took hold of her wrist. Leading the glamazon inside, I quickly shut and locked the door behind us.

"There now, we can relax. God Honey, make yourself at home. You look ready to burst!" I added, leading her to the bedside to take a seat.

"You're gonna just hate me, Barb," she announced from out of the blue.

"I kinda doubt that," I answered and picked up on her dilemma. "Hate you? For screwing Donny? That's really NOT a problem. Oh I'm a bit jealous, but you may be taken aback at..." I stopped and suddenly recalled my surprise.

"What surprise?" She asked as I left to retrieve a large brown sack from the closet.

"You'll see," I smiled. Pulling a larger-than-shirt-sized package from the bag, I sat down beside her. The pastel, ribbon-wrapped gift came without a card.

"Here MJ, this is for you from me," I said, handing it to her with a short peck on her cheek.

"For M-ME!" Her eyes widened while her free hand went to cover her lips. Sitting with my gift in hand she was struck speechless. As her eyes flashed and flitted to different parts of the room, she remained frozen in disbelief.

"WELL, you ARE going to open it, aren't you?" I laid back on the bed and proudly propped myself up on my elbows, as she eyed the colorful bow. "I'll have you know I hand-picked it myself; so I hope everything fits."

"I never..." She started slowly to undo the fancy wrapping.

"Oh come on MJ, you mean none of those guys you dated ever gave you presents?"

She continued to unwrap my gift with a degree of unexpected tenderness. "Y-yeah, guys sure; but a gift from a woman--NEVER!" She said as her eyes welled up. Finally pulling the lid up and lightly pulling apart the packing she lifted up my gifts-- a white-laced camisole, a pair of matching thigh-high hose, a pair of white satin panties and a pair of white pumps. "Oh my GOD, Barb they're simply beautiful!" She declared.

Laying each sexy item out on the bed, she suddenly broke down. Trying her best to keep her lower lip from quivering, she burst into a barrage of tears. "I-I don't know what to s-say! I don't deserve such n-nice things!" She cried into the camisole.

"Hey now, you'll get this stuff all wet. You want to ruin them?" I remarked, stood up and took the lingerie from her shaking hands.

"No, NO, I'm SORRY! I just don't know what to s-say," MJ sobbed. I scurried away to get her a box of tissues. "My GOD, t-they're just like what you're wearing!"

"Yep, except they're white. Now, just say "thanks" and... hey, you just HAVE to try them on. I'm dying to see how they fit," I advised and handed her a Kleenex. Whipping out an extra tissue I wiped tears from her cheeks.

"Thank you SO much! I've never been at a total loss for words, but..." She stopped, took hold of my shoulders, stared me square in the eyes and kissed me full on the lips.

After a kiss that lingered a bit longer than the one earlier one, she caught her breath. "Thank you, Barb."

"You're welcome. See, now was that so hard?" I said pulling away a few stray locks from the stately brunette.

"No, not hard at all," she smiled without the previous apprehension.

"Okay then. Here, try 'em on, Babe!"

She fought back a few sniffles, grabbed up her new lingerie and headed off toward the bathroom. "I'm so excited to see them on. I'll be right back," she giggled like a sorority sister.

"Oh no you don't, Missy! I'm excited too. Why not just change right here, hmm?" I must have used my insisting voice. After a quick deliberation, she came back, tossed the slinky white underwear on the bed.

"Okay, it's not like you're gonna hit on me or anything, right?"

"Why MJ what could ever make you think such a despicable thing," I laughed.

Standing tall, she took one last sniffle and started to undress. I returned to my bedside perch to watch her strip. After yanking her top up and over her head, she thought twice about undoing her bra. Instead she undid that God-awful floor-length skirt and watched it hit the floor. Undressing in front of a man or a couple of men in a bedroom was familiar territory for this trampy bitch. Doing the same in front of a woman for the first time was a wholly different experience. Sensing the tension and reluctance, I caught her momentary glance.

"This bothers you doesn't it?" I asked

"What, stripping in front of you? No, I don't think so," she said, slowly crossing her chest to loosen a bra strap. I stayed silent. She held the strap forever.

"Okay, I guess it does. Just feels weird, ya know?" She said, but let both straps fall. "Maybe if you didn't watch..." she nearly begged.

"No chance, MJ. Maybe I just want to size up the competition. Go on."

"See, you ARE pissed about that Donny thing," she stamped her foot with hands on hips.

"Trust me, I am NOT pissed about Donny! I was just kidding about being competitive. Come on chicken-shit; let's see those big ole hangers!" I laughed.

Taking a deep breath, she shook off any remaining inhibitions. Grabbing her bra catch from behind, she let her tits fall. "Okay then damn it, let's do this shit!" She shot back and then did the same with her panties.

"W-Wait a MINUTE!" My eyes locked on her pussy.

"What? It's a pussy, anything wrong?" MJ asked noticing my eyes glued to her snatch.

"I can see it's a pussy, but it's... you're bald!"
MJ eased my concern, explaining that Rick, being from California, preferred having her shave --it's the latest "thing" out there.

"No big fucking deal, right?" I smiled.

"Not really... just tits and ass. There you go." She nervously giggled, swinging it all quite naturally. She reached to try on the hip-length camisole.

"God MJ, no wonder all the guys want to screw you. You really DO have a body that won't quit," I insisted, letting my eyes linger on her full tubular tits and semi-firm ass.

"Fuck you, Barb! Get over here and help me with these straps," she ignored my compliments.

"Besides, look at YOUR body! You're a fine one to talk!" She began, as I adjusted the cami straps for her long torso. "No wonder Rick, and a few hundred other guys I'm sure, would love to get YOU in the sack," she rolled her eyes and purposely flipped my straps down. Grabbing hold of my matching black camisole she yanked it down to expose my hooters. "See, look at those honeys. My God, they're like perfectly round and huge!"

"Yeah well, I've never had a complaint," I laughed and yanked her top down as well.

With our exposed globes on full display, and merely inches away from touching, I stood inflexible waiting for her to make the first move. "So..." she led.

Face to face, with our bared boulders in such close proximity, I was instantly aware of some distinctive differences. From a distance one might figure our generous boobs were equal in size. Fact is, with her broad chest--a full 40" for sure, her 24-year-old d-sized hangers gave the appearance of being larger. Whereas, although I measured around 35", my double-d's were larger and more rounded to accommodate the extra bulk. Not that I'm obsessed with boobs, but all things considered, my competitive tendencies were quenched. I cracked a slight internal smile.

"So?" I echoed nonchalantly. Her slight nostril flair and lip licking were tell-tale signs of arousal, but she remained stoic.

"So, pretty much the same, aren't they?" MJ reported, after a long glance.

"Yep, I'd say neither on of us is hurting in that department," I quipped and recovered my chest. MJ followed my lead and fixed her straps in place. "I'm just glad to see that I picked the right size cami."

Ignoring any latent impulse at that point, she sat down to pull on the white thigh-highs nylons. "So how did ya like shopping in the "overly-tall and way-too-spacious" section?" MJ laughed.

"Don't be silly; you look super sexy for sure!" I stated, as she squeezed comfortably into the French-cut white satin panties.

"Hey, I FEEL sexy!" She admitted slipping into the tall pumps. "Jesus Barb, you really did your homework; even the shoes fit perfectly," she grinned. Sauntering to our floor-length mirror, she let out a gasp. "OH MY GOD, I'M SO FUCKING HOT!" She exclaimed, fluffed her long black ratted hair and struck a few seductive poses. When she curled her ruby red lips into a sneer and ever-so-slowly peered from beneath those heavy-laden dark eyelids she really DID resemble a young Jane Russell.

I soon sidled up beside her for a look at the reflection of both of us. "Oh SHIT YES! What a pair we make!" I agreed.

"And what a PAIR of pairs. The guys would go ape-shit! Check us OUT!" MJ was ecstatic, as she lightly danced around me. Her excitement was seductively delightful and infectious. I joined her as we slowly bumped and swung to our own imaginary rhythm. Locking our arms at each others' waist, she hummed an unintelligible tune. When she slightly let her tits brush up against mine I started humming my own complimentary yet indistinguishable melody. Standing a full head taller than me, I stood erect while she leaned down. Somehow our bodies began to mesh.

Locking her eyes on mine as we swayed together arm-in-arm, "Can you imagine what the guys would say if they saw us like this?" MJ whispered.

I forced myself closer to nuzzle her neck. She leaned back, pulling me with her. My nuzzles switched to full out tongue kisses. "Guys DO get off on the whole girl-on-girl thing, hmm," I submitted and lightly licked her ear.

She winced like a rabbit had just made fresh tracks over her grave, but let me resume more teasing kisses. "I could never do it... before... with another woman," she uttered, as my kisses intensified and lingered longer in more tender areas of her neck, shoulders and upper chest.

"Never is SUCH a terrible word," I whispered before stabbing her ear with my full wet tongue.

"Oh GOD! NNNNnnnnnO!" She squealed. I pressed my tongue further inside. Her legs buckled. Falling to her knees, I kept unrelenting pressure on her and went to my knees. When she took hold of my face with both hands to pull me off, I figured I must have really pissed away any further chances at her.

As it turns out, she's one of those old-school girls who still says "No" but most definitely means "Yes." Pulling my face directly to hers, she held my head, turned slightly, closed her dark eyes and suddenly yanked me into a deep, full-mouthed kiss. After about fifteen seconds of well-lubricated tongue tango, we were both breathless and I was especially ready to escalate things.

"Oh shit! I can't believe we did..." she started in with the same BS all first-timers resort to, when I stopped her in mid-quote with another full-mouth tongue-probe.

" Come on, MJ. Tomorrow you can swear nothing happened, or say it was entirely my fault. Let's have some fun tonight. What do you say?"

"You mean like you and me... getting' it on?"

"Yep," I smiled, running my hand over her thigh.

"In front of the guys and everything?" Her shifting eyes said the idea was worth considering.

I nodded, smiled and got to my feet. Offering her my hand, she balked then took it.

"You two having fun in there?" Donny's voice rang out from the hallway, as MJ got up and followed me to the bed.

"You guys just keep it down out there. We'll let you know if there's any news," I barked back. That remark seemed to keep them at bay for the moment.

Putting both my hands on her shoulders, I prodded a still apprehensive MJ to sit on the bed. Taking hold of her hand, I made her face me. "I guess I don't mind the kissing too much, it's just the other stuff... just grosses me out," she shyly admitted.

"Honey, I'll let in on a secret. It's ALL about the kissing. If you can kiss me here," I closed in and kissed her solidly on the lips. Letting my fingers pull one of her straps down, I pulled one side of her cami down to uncover one boob. "...then what's the big deal about kissing me here?" I asked and hoisted her bare tit to my lips. Circling her areola with my tongue, a short audible moan urged me to take more. Opening my mouth wide, I sucked in as much of her mammary as I could. Another moan came and lingered as I sucked and fondled her hard extended nipple.

Keeping my focus on that one luscious jug of hers, I reached with my other hand to lose my strap and expose myself. Taking her hand I forced her to take hold of it. Once I felt her take hold and start messaging it, I stopped sucking. Backing off, I leaned back and pulled my camisole down to fully expose my chest. When she kept her hand working on my melon I reached behind her neck to draw her face close. She stopped short and then opened her mouth to tongue my nipple. Still holding her head at my chest I echoed her moan and prodded her for more. "That's it Baby, take it all. God, I love having my tits sucked. Ummm, yeah hard, like that," I urged.

"You DO kiss good," she acknowledged

"Mmm, so do you," I replied, anxiously patting her shoulder.

"Quite a talented tongue... you have," she convinced herself and pulled me closer for another plunging kiss.

"Honey, you have NO idea," I teased her in mid-kiss and then pulled back to slowly rim my upper lip with my tongue.

"Oh... OKAY then, it's just for fun, right?" She submitted cautiously.

I got to my feet, smiled with a wink, and surprised her with a boob-squeeze before slinking toward the locked door. Unlocking and turning the knob, I poked my head into the hallway. Like eager parasites the guys sprang to life. "I think I've talked her into staying awhile longer. The patient is dressed and ready for visitors, but you must be nice--no quick movements. We don't want to disturb the entire ward do we?"

They dutifully nodded and silently shook their heads. Once inside, both guys stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of her lounging on the bed. Glancing back at me, then back at MJ, their shit-eating grins became even more pronounced. Rick's feet finally found their way to MJ. I pulled Donny to the side. "Mister, you're on my shit list," I scolded. "Unless you hear different, you just keep your distance, okay?" He grimaced but compliantly nodded, probably only half-aware of why I was pissed. Planting him in the corner of the room, I turned back, "Just play with yourself... take a picture... whatever," I issued a few options before ignoring him altogether.

Rick was not a man to waste time or words, when it came to the possibility of having a matched pair of whores. Husband and wife were already going at each other hot and heavy when I literally edged in between them. "Hey, HEY Mister, what did I say about upsetting the patient, HMM?" I said, shaking my index finger.

"B-but," he started, when I used both hands to push him aside; then a few feet further.

"No buts! Well maybe... later," I winked and then turned to administer to my "patient."

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun +++++

"Did he hurt you, Honey?" I asked, using my hyper-sympathetic Florence Nightingale voice. "Here, you just scootch on over a bit. We'll show HIM a thing or two," I pouted and climbed in next to her.

"I had no idea you could be so funny, Barb," MJ said under her breath.

"Just breaking the ice for our attentive audience," I answered and turned toward her.

"I-I'm still not sure I can..." MJ started when I broke in with a big wet kiss.

She must have been ready all along, as she answered with a series of moans that served to intensify things. Rolling over on top of her, I heard Rick clear his throat--a clear sign he was paying attention. I slid my thigh between her legs and nestled my knee hard against her damp panties. "I think they're enjoying this," I said, taking a quick breath.

"Mmm yeah, keep it up. He's already rubbing his cock," MJ whisper-moaned and bent her knee to rub me harder.

"God, I want to see you take his cock!" I hummed and leaned up to pull her straps down.

"You can do MORE than watch...that is...if you want some?" Now she was teasing. "That's it, suck my tits. Oh yeah, he's taking it out," she observed as I methodically went about treating each of her jugs to a tongue bath-n-suck. Feeling her hands pulling up my camisole, I raised my upper torso. This allowed her to easily pull it further up and over my head. Tossing my cami aside, I went immediately to work on doing the same to her.

We broke apart at that moment for her to get to her knees. I took these few seconds to sneak a peek at her hubby. Rick had already dropped those God-awful gray shorts. Standing tall, the lanky 35-year-old sandy California-blonde proudly yanked his long semi-rigid honker. Just then MJ snapped me back to her reality, so I missed a chance to fully critique his growing manhood. With the two of us dressed in no more than our black and white thigh-highs, panties and pumps, we must have looked like featured whores in a twisted music video of ebony and ivory.

I hadn't really expected the initially tentative young secretary to be so "into" performing for her husband. However, after several minutes of slap-dancing our boobs, she slid her hands down to my hips. I did the same, until we were both left facing each other with our panties at our knees. Another series of hot kisses and feeling each up and Rick could no longer contain himself. That's when I chanced to see what my hubby was up to. He was long gone. Hmm, maybe too embarrassed? Not likely.

Twirling around on her knees, MJ quickly did away with her panties. She then pulled me down to get rid of mine. Now it was my turn on my back. Wondering just how far she would go, I squirmed seductively, kicked my leg up high over her head. This left her kneeling conveniently between my legs. This was definitely foreign territory for MJ and she froze. Noticing his wife's nervous pause, Rick began to close in.

As she peered down at me, I feigned all the sensual expressions required to entice any lover. Writhing my body, fondling and licking my boobs, I begged for her touch. I dipped two or three fingers into my sopping pussy and slowly brought them to my open mouth for a lurid taste. "Hmmm good, want some?" I offered. She remained still. The look of lust betrayed her staunch objection.

"Go ahead, Honey," Rick urged and took hold of my wrist. Holding my dripping fingers to her lips, he laced her lips with just enough of my juices for a taste. She wouldn't do it. Shaking her head away like he was trying to force-feed her Brussel sprouts, she watched as he took all three fingers in his mouth. "Mmmm, she IS delicious!" He remarked after licking my fingers clean. "...almost as yummy as you, Honey-- sure you don't want..." Folding her arms over those big hooters, she lowered her head and defiantly shook it. "No sweat, Baby. Hell, it amazes me to see you enjoying yourself with Barb--simply amazing!" Rick praised her performance. "See, Mr. Fugly likes it too!" He smiled. Holding his extended cock inches from her face, I got my first real look at the beast. As MJ defrosted, I felt compelled to say something.

"Oh my Lord, MJ, you weren't kidding! That is ONE UGLY COCK!" I declared. Forsaking any immediate girl-on-girl action, I got to my knees to further inspect and appraise his whopper. The unusually short-hooded, circumcised critter abruptly expanded into a long, thick hunk of man-meat that had more rugged ruts, grooves, veins and valleys than a topical map of the Himalayas. It had to be a good 10 inches in its semi-rigid state.

MJ took hold of it, treating like some pitiful puppy. Watching her licking and stroking it, was like viewing a pornographic reenactment of Beauty and the Beast. "The blonde lady thinks you're ugly, Baby," she pouted. "You're just misunderstood aren't you, Pookie?"

"Oh my GOD, MJ. That is ONE OOO-GLAY COCK! That thing has more faces on it than an average totem pole...it's Charles Bronson-ugly!

"HEY!" Rick took exception with my comparison to poor Mr. Bronson.

"I know it's ugly. He's my Mr. Fugly... and he's ALL mine!" She frowned.

"Let's not get too greedy here, Baby. Mr. Fugly wants to play with the nice blonde lady too," Rick insisted, as his wife took more and more of his dick in her mouth. Without a formal invitation I leaned down to kiss and lick a long section of his monster that MJ had yet to envelop. The more I embedded myself between them, the more latitude she offered. "Oh YE-AHH!" Rick responded, as both of us began working on him in unison.

"WELL, there's a sight ya don't see every day!" My husband's voice rang out.

I took an obligatory glance in Donny's direction, long enough to see he had decided to document our torrid threesome with his trusty handicam.

"That's it girls! Suck on that big 'ole cock," Donny directed. It was hardly necessary.

"Donny, why don't you just shut the fuck up!" I yelled and turned back to take turns with MJ who was fully engrossed in swallowing Rick's super-sized fugly stick. With her taking the lion's share of his emerging hardon down her throat, I opted for a taste of his big hairy balls. Once MJ changed positions to lie on her back in our king-sized bed, I was more inclined to attack my initial prey. That big, bald pussy looked all too delectable. "You want a show? I'll give you a fucking show!" I said directly at Donny; got up and went to the bureau.

Nasty California Cowboy +++++

MJ was solely dedicated to blowing her hubby, so she was unaware of the surprise I had in store. Calmly producing Hank's Crank and its handy strap from the bureau, I quickly pulled the apparatus between my legs and fastened the strap around my hips.

"It is plain to me; your wife definitely has a thing for cocks," I stated, shaking my large fake phallus for emphasis.

"I know. She just doesn't have a very well-developed sense of adventure," Rick contended.

"And you? What about your sense of adventure, Rick?" I asked, slowly jacking Hank's Crank from stem to stern.

"Tell ya what, Baby, I'm up for ALL sorts of fun shit!" He admitted and grabbed hold of my hard rubber replica.

As he proceeded to stroke and choke it, I took a deep breath. "GOODNESS; hadn't quite expected THAT--had you, Donny?" I turned to catch my hubby's reaction.

"Uh...NO," Donny piped up from behind the video camera, even breaking his focus for a better look. When Rick lowered himself to suck and otherwise fully lubricate my long rubber buddy, Donny and I subconsciously cleared our throats in unison.

"I mean it IS the fucking 80's, right? Where I come from, anything goes," Rick smiled up at each of us. As his wife continued to dedicate her mouth to her hubby's shaft, he made one final effort at deep-throating my toy. Letting it audibly pop from his mouth, he immediately moved his hand to MJ's twat.

I took the hint and maneuvered myself until my glistening pseudo cock was poised perfectly for missionary entry. MJ's hips rolled from side to side, as I slid the cock head gingerly between a pair of luscious lips the size of a Monarch butterfly.

Her mouth fully engorged with her hubby's real-deal, I watched her trusting yet ever-blinking eyes gaze up at him. Feeding her quivering pussy with more and more of my frequent friend, I watched her charcoal eyelids flicker until her focus shifted up at me.

I had Hank's Crank imbedded nearly three-fourths inside her, when her smoky eyes and mouth suddenly widened simultaneously. Rick's fugly stick plopped out. Swinging her hands up to my chest, she meant to hold me off from deeper penetration. When she broke out with her familiar, "Nooooooooooo!" her hands slid up to my shoulders. Leaning further forward over her, I favored her pussy with a series of short pelvic thrusts.

Squinting her eyes, her head continued to thrash wildly from one side to the other, as my thrusts quickened. Faster and deeper, my pelvis surged. Her hands unclenched my shoulders and fell limp to either side of her head. "Show me your tits, Baby," I demanded, as I hovered over her face to face. She complied and slid her hands up the sides of her chest to align her jugs with my swinging melons. Her smoldering eyes shot open to mine, as she began breathing entirely through clenched teeth like any common porn star. Keeping my arms stiff to hold me hovering over her; my thrusts slowed but calculated for the greatest impact.

After applying a few harmless kisses, I head-tossed my ratted blond hair back and returned a sweet smile, "So what do ya think of MY cock, hmm?" I asked, while thrusting my rubber honker to completely fill her pussy.

"GODD! I LOVE your cock inside me. Hell, I love having you fuck me!" She stated before holding my boobs up for a good licking. "I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but you REALLY turn me on!" With that said, she brought her long legs up and around me and pulled my head to hers for the deepest kiss of the evening thus far.

"HEY, you're not the only one turned on by this sexy blonde," Rick interrupted from behind me. "What's a good looking, well-hung cowboy gotta do 'round these parts to get a decent Barb sandwich?" He added, planting a few fingers between that convenient gap in my strap on apparatus.

"Did you hear something?" I asked seemingly unaffected by his tampering.

"Why no, did you?" MJ replied.

"Hmm, thought I might heard that range-rider hubby of yours and his trained monkey," I snickered.
"Trained monkey?" MJ reacted, "Believe me that monkey is hardly trained--has a mind of its own, ya know," she laughed.

"Yeah, I think he said the ugly thing was trained to play poker--or was it poke HER?"

"Well, now THAT wouldn't surprise me," MJ said, noticing her husband coming at me from the rear. "There is probably something you should know about the monkey," she added, as Rick used his fingers on my pussy like a dip stick.

"What's that?" I asked, resuming my thrusting.

"No need to worry about the "monkey" spitting on you--not today," MJ said, cupping my face in her hands.

The sensation of Rick's formidable cock parting my pussy distracted me from any further conversation regarding spitting monkeys. MJ must have deemed it important enough to share. "It's the coke, see? He has a bad habit of snorting before sex. He thinks it makes Mr. Fugly last longer--actually it just makes it so he doesn't come," she whispered in my ear.

Her last three words echoed in my brain, as Mr. Fugly proceeded to fill my sodden hole.

"HOLY SHIT, he's fucking HUGE!" I exclaimed, as I backed up on my knees to take it all. In doing so Hank's Crank flopped from its temporary home in MJ's hot box. Before I could reach out and reconnect with MJ she had scooted out from under me. Apparently happy to watch the two of us, she propped herself against the headboard and spread her legs a few feet in front of me. As I watched MJ fondle her big tits and masturbate, her husband hard-fucked me doggy style.

"That's it, Baby. Fuck that blonde pussy!" MJ urged, as my rhythmic moans increased with each mattress-shaking thrust. To say his fucking lacked any degree of the usual finesse I'm accustomed to would be a gross understatement. Even when he reached under my ribcage to haul me up so we were both kneeling, he never stopped or slowed down. Grabbing hold of my swinging five-pound double-d's I glanced down briefly at Hank's Crank dangling lifelessly. However, before I had time to consider any possible irony, his broad hands on my back forced me back down to the mattress with a thud.

The force of the slam was so sudden I had no time to get my arms under me. However, having my ass up in the air with my face buried in the mattress suited him just fine. Gasping for air, I was finally able to turn my face enough to one side. Taking in a deep breath I noted a familiar scent. Making a concerted effort to refocus, I was delighted to see Rick's body slam left my forehead neatly nestled between MJ's thighs.

Pulling my head back from my neck, he bent me back further until I was totally extended. My tits jutted out like a mermaid figurehead at the bow, while he effectively impaled me from behind with his extra long mast. "Why don't you go ahead and eat her out?" He whispered, figuring I might have an appetite for such a thing.

Twisting my head slightly in his grasp, my left eye spied his profile. In a daring yet commanding voice reeking with a diabolic overtone I answered, "Make me." Half-squinting I brushed my tongue across my upper lip.

"Okay Bitch, I will," his fine-stubble chin grazed my cheek, before he changed his grip from my neck to forcibly shove my head straight down and into her crotch.

MJ gasped and backed herself against the base of the headboard as best she could. Slowly raising my head, we both realized she had backed herself into a predicament. When she tried to maneuver those long legs for some sort of escape my hands went directly to her naked thighs. "OW! Oh SHIT!" She yelled as I sunk my nails into her fleshy thighs. Unclenching my grip and not wanting to damage the merchandise, I swept my hands under her thighs. "NOOO!" She knew by my expression and extended tongue what was coming next.

Yanking her pelvis to me she banged her head on the headboard, just as my mouth opened to suck in her entire pussy. The sweet struggle for control was on. As I deliberately tongue-thrashed her butterfly lips, her hubby was busy behind me. Undoing the strapon from me, he was soon back to filling my cunt with Mr. Fugly. Our poor king-sized bed shook and rattled, as the three of us fought for the best strategic advantage over each of our preys.

Once I finally had MJ stretched out on her back, I went in for the kill. Her forceful hands on my head and busy legs settled to give up the battle, while my saturated fingers and tongue flicked and taunted her clit. Like a tiny dick, her clit was the largest I'd ever encountered and getting harder by the second. Humming and slobbering, I had to try my hubby's favorite tactic on her. Gently letting my teeth encircle her bold clit, I sucked it in tight. Lightly biting down to secure it, my tongue went into overdrive on the tip of it.

Her legs instantly went rigid and began shaking as her childlike siren filled the quiet room. "NOOooooooh!" She screamed in one, long contiguous, high-pitched yell.

I had hit pay dirt; now it was time to harvest an orgasm or two. Her large hands gripped and tugged the bed sheets, until her long nails tore tiny holes in the fabric. I bit down more and shoved a few fingers in her flooded hole. "OH GOD! Oh Gawd! DONNY! Oh SHITTT!" She yelled, before reissuing her trademark siren. My tongue frantically flicked her clit like crazy until she burst forth with a tasty cum shot of clear fluid.

With her fresh juice literally dripping from my mouth, I withdrew but kept a palm-grip on her hot box. Rick must have taken my actions as a pause and pulled out. MJ's hand went immediately down to her pussy to keep her orgasm in check, as I slithered up her torso. Rick and his stocky cock were quick to join up with both our faces. Still reveling in her fiery explosion, she pulled me close. Her enlightened expression was priceless. Keeping my fingers moving inside her, she repeatedly slapped and rubbed her clit.

"Oh my God, Barb! You, you made me cum... so HARD! Nobody has EVER..." She whispered, when I shoved all four fingers deeper into her sloppy snatch.

"NO-body--ever?" I asked, watching her eyeballs roll to the top of their sockets. I knew good and well Donny (among how many other trained apes) must have used that masterful technique on her more-than-a-few times. "No woman has got you off like that; that sounds more accurate, don't ya think?"

The bosomy brunette's chest heaved a giant sigh before turning to face me with a huge smile. We were in the middle of sharing a juicy kiss, when Mr. Fugly edged itself between our lips.

"Here Baby, taste how good she is." Rick offered and hand-fed his now receptive wife his rigged beast coated with my brand of jism.

"Hmm, I like THAT," she oozed after sucking it clean. "I think it's time Rick gives you a nice hard fucking. I'd like to watch," she decided.

"Well, I have an even better idea," I countered. "How about both of you?"

"BOTH of us? But..." MJ balked.

I started to reach down for Hank's Crank when Rick grabbed it away from me.

"Here Baby, try it on. It'll be fun!"

"Are you guys sure about this?" MJ asked reticently as her hubby quickly adjusted and my friendly 10" rubber strapon to fit her large hips. "Holy shit! I have a dick!" MJ laughed on her knees, swinging her new found appendage.

"No Honey, Donny has a dick--you have a COCK! I call him Hank's Crank," I smiled, got to my knees, and then abruptly pushed her down on her back. Standing up to straddle her, I kicked off my pumps and made her touch my wetness. "Hold on to it, MJ." I said, referring to Hank. Holding her fingers against my mons, I lowered myself until the head of the dildo was just inside my lower lips.

"God Barb, you are so fucking sexy like this. I think..." She said, letting go of my pussy to fondle my hanging melons.

"Hmm, you think what?" I asked, and lowered torso; taking more of the 10-incher inside.

"I think I really WOULD like to fuck you!" She remarked and raised her hips.

Feeling the thick rubber dildo filling my saturated slit I let my legs spread to take it all. "I was hoping you would, MJ." I smiled, brushed aside some stray brunette locks and lowered to press our tits and lips together. Breaking from one long, sensual kiss, we each took a sharp breath before peppering each other with smaller lusty exchanges. All the time her hips rolled and pushed the pseudo cock into my wanton hole.

"Fuck me! Yeah, Baby! Fuck ME!" I yelled, sitting up to ride the rubber. "Oh YEAH! Pull my tits HARD!!" I demanded, throwing my long ash blonde tresses behind. "MAKE ME COME! I need to come soo bad!" I pounded my pelvis into hers. Grabbing hold of her hooters, the both of us writhed and screamed like a pair of love-starved animals.

"She's fucking me! RICK, she's fucking ME!" I repeated. "You getting all of this, Donny?"

"Oh yeah, Baby. You two are IN-FUCKING-CREDIBLE!" Donny exclaimed from behind the handicam. "Go on Man, see if she'll take you..." I heard him urge Rick.

MJ and I were riding a swelling wave to a glorious orgasm, when I felt Rick's hand on my ass. "You like fucking that bitch?" Rick quietly stroked my pussy and asshole.

"YES!!" Both MJ and I answered in unison.

"Pinch me Man, I think I've died and gone to heaven. Nothing gets me off more than a pair of big-titted babes going at it," Rick directed his revelation at my hubby.

"No shit! Blonde and brunette bombshells--gotta love it!" Donny said.

"I do believe your Mister Rodeo-Jones thinks he covered the entry fee to ride my sweet ass," I whispered to MJ.

"Mmmm, that's your call. Personally I can't blame him," she smiled and luridly licked my lips.

Perhaps this was as good a time as any to collect on my bet with Rick. Wiggling my ass for best effect, I craned my head around to remind Rick of his foolish wager and that it was time for him to make good.

"You want some of this fine ass --pay up fucker!" I snickered and slapped my ass.

Sliding a saliva coated finger in my asshole, he leaned down. "Don't think I'm a man of my word, okay. I'd do damn near anything for a piece of this, Baby," he hummed.

"Well?" I winked.

"Donny, my man! How about me fucking your wife's sweet ass?" Rick blurted out, knowing full-well what his response would be.

"Sounds good to me; I mean if she's up for it!" Donny is always so easy to lease my ass.

"Come here Honey. I want you to see this up close and personal," I said in my sweet voice, as Rick slid in another greased up finger.

"You bet!" Unsuspecting Donny chirped and set the video camera on autopilot.

I recall thinking what an appropriate response. Rick, keeping one foot on the floor, bent a knee on the bed to hunch over my ass. Ever-so-slowly he edged the head of Mr. Fugly into my tight asshole. Slowing myself to a complete halt with MJ, I gasped sharply as his gruesome tool further filled my bottom. By the time Mr. Fugly half-filled my expanded rectum I caught sight of my dear hubby standing next to me on the bed.

"God Man, she is ONE TIGHT MOMMA!" Rick exclaimed, as he stopped any further penetration at that point.

"Yeah, for sure," Donny murmured; jacking his 8-inch boner faster and harder.

Kneeling behind me on the bed, Rick must have had a comparatively close up view of my hubby's cock. "Here, let me help," I heard Rick from behind. Donny froze. Craning my head to one side for a better vantage point, I gasped again. "It's the least I can do," Rick winked up at Donny and proceeded to immediately engulf his prick.

Now it was Donny's turn to gasp. Trying to sturdy himself on the shaky mattress, he gazed dumb-founded, while Rick resolutely devoured his manhood. Even though I knew beforehand Rick might go through with his bet, my first reaction was similar to Donny's --total deer-in-the-headlights. The more I watched a man treat my semi-faithful hubby to a blow job; the more nasty-sensual it translated. My hips were the first to react.

With my pussy still impaled with MJ's strapon and Rick's thick cock half stuck up my ass, I felt a familiar (yet seldom exercised) motor response building. First one twitch; and then a short series of three or four followed. "Oh God, I can't stop it!" I must have scared MJ half to death.

"Wha-what IS it?" MJ shot me a look of concern, as she tightened her grip on my swinging melons.

"It's ohhHH-kay," I said, somehow trying to relax enough to stop my ass from shaking a mile a minute. It was pointless. I would have to "suffer" through it.

"Damn, that feels..." Donny started and then stopped. He wasn't at all sure how to relate. He WAS confident with what I was going through. "Oh Man, she's going Tahitian on you-- you're gonna like this a LOT!" He said, before grabbing Rick's head to hold on.

Both MJ's fake cock and Rick's real beast raced in and out of my respective holes, as my ass went into high-dynamo action. Usually this infrequent and uncontrollable phenomenon only lasts for only a few seconds, but I was in such superior physical shape, who knows how long it would last? That HAD to be the reason why my ass was still quaking after several minutes. It's similar to an epileptic seizure, except I am totally aware and completely turned on.

Anyone watching would think I was having either a fit or one HELL of an orgasm. As it happens, my particular audience opted for the latter. MJ bathed me in kisses as she worked herself up to another climax. Donny screamed and shot a full load in Rick's mouth, while Mr. Fugly surged inside me. As quickly as it came, the shaking ceased. However, by that time, my clit and ass were beyond arousal. I went immediately into a full-blown orgasm.

"Fuck Me! C'MON RICK--FUCK Me HARD! Make me come! I NEED to COME," I persisted, as Mr. Fugly filled and re-filled my entire shit canal.

"You want it hard, Bitch?" Rick yelled, spewing Donny's spunk. "I'll make you come -- OH YEAH!" He added, gripping my hips to slam his rock-hard totem pole deeper.

"Yeah Baby, fuck her HARD, Baby! She wants all of it. Fuck that sweet ass! Make her come. Make her come HARD!" MJ directed from under me. My propped up arms, keeping some distance between us, finally gave way and our boobs smashed together and spread like two giant Jell-O molds attacking each other.

"Oh, I'm fucking this sweet ass 'till it falls off! Come here, Whore!" Rick commanded. His battering cock-ram fucked my ass non-stop, as he reached under my armpits to pull me off his wife. Hank's Crank, sloppy with my juices, flopped out. With one of his arms nearly choking me, the crazy cowboy's other arm held me tight at the waist. We fell back into the king size mattress together; he on his back with my back against his chest. Figuring he wanted me to ride him cowboy-style I started to lean forward. Instead, he took hold of my thighs spreading and extending my legs. Sensing the beast beginning to flinch inside my ass, I tried to relax. He would none of that! The flinches upgraded to throbs in no time. He was poised and on track to take me from behind and I was in no position to way lay the inevitable. Reaching down to favor my labia, I split my pussy for all to see. Pulling my slick, thin lips apart I fingered my clit. "God! Oh, that's it! Shit YES; make me come! OH GOD-FUCK MY ASS!" My head rolled back against Rick's shoulder.

Donny and MJ, each within arms' reach, watched intently as the two of us raced to satisfy our wanton lust. Somewhere amidst the ever raging fire of desire MJ's voice cut through, "God Donny, they're gonna explode!"

"Yeah, I know... maybe I should," Donny said and leaned down to add his tongue to the mix.

"NO, let me? She's SO fucking beautiful. I think I want to try," MJ said chomping at the bit, so to speak. Donny shot her a wink and a smile, as she reached to toy with her hubby's balls. Leaning down for her first hands-on taste of pussy, I let go of my reddened lips to grab her hair.

"YES! Oh God YES! Eat me -- make me come!" I commanded, tugging and pulling her hair to find just the right spot. Quick-licking and toying my tender lips would have normally been apropos for a first lesbian meet-n-greet. There was no time for such formalities. "Oh, OH Baby, PLEASE! Just suck my clit. SUCK IT!" I instructed in no uncertain terms.

My new lady lover almost immediately complied and took nearly my entire pussy in her mouth. Her long tongue darted in and out of my vagina a few times, before she lightly bit down on my clitoris. "Oh GAWWDDD! YES! YES!!" I screamed and felt Rick's ugly pole pulsing through me.

Rick's lower back arched slightly and then tightened like a fist. "HOLY SHIT! Oh GOD! I'm going to COME, Baby!" He exclaimed almost like a question. Even he couldn't believe Mr. Fugly could be so cooperative. Just the way he said "Baby" I knew he was directing this revelation at his wife. My tight ass must have been sufficient enough to break through the nearly impossible "coke" barrier. I must admit a sense of pride in that.

Personally I wasn't really in the mood to suspend a well-deserved orgasm, but somehow I sensed that wouldn't be my last chance. Besides, Mr. Fugly was already spewing a thick batch of man gravy up my ass. I eased myself off his super cock to watch the fireworks. MJ was Johnny-on-the-spot to fast-jack and suck his ass-coated beast. You'd have never known this was probably her first taste of that bi-product as well. She pumped, licked and sucked Mr. Fugly like a true whore.

"Well, just look at you come, Mr. Fugly!" She smiled up at Rick, as she continued to hard jerk our several more strands of starchy cum. Rick's upper body spasm and flushed face spoke volumes. I gave him a big kiss before leaning down to scoop up a few stray cum globs from MJ's fist.

"Me like Mr. Fugly," I smiled and snowballed MJ with a series of cum-filled Frenchies.

"I thought you said the monkey wouldn't spit?" I laughed.

"Hey, I lied," She admitted, as she held a tight grip on her prized hubby's throbber. "Now it's MY turn! You don't mind if I borrow your hubby for a while?"

"No problem, think I'll just let him give me a big funky kiss; and then he's all yours," I said.

Donny was close at hand, jacking his hose, when I got up on all fours. "Ya know what they say, Honey, 'What comes around goes around?' I think you need to come around here and clean Momma out," I said, slapping my ass.

Donny got the message and knelt down to lick the rim. Spreading my cheeks he tongue-cleaned my ass. Such a duty isn't generally on most guys' wish list, but he and I both knew this would be his final payment-in-full for past indiscretions. He was only about half-done though when the doorbell rang.

"Good God, its 3:00 AM! Who the fuck?" Donny stopped.

"I'll get it," I volunteered. Donny seemed relieved for the time being.

MJ and Rick were caught up in each other, as I climbed back into my fancy French panties and pumps. Donny tossed me my black satin robe, adding a parting word or two before rejoining our guests. "Here, better use this; don't want any incidental indiscretions, do we?" He laughed.

"Oh heaven's no!" I winked, tied the satin sash and headed into the hall.

Casting Fate to the Wind +++++

The doorbell rang again as I passed the closed door to Josh's bedroom. Muffled voices from inside told me perhaps we weren't the only late-night partiers still awake. Stepping up the pace, I made my way downstairs and peered through the side window.

"O my God; it's Porge! What the hell?" I said, doing a brisk two-handed primp in the mirror.

"Well, look what we have here!" I welcomed my young hunky neighborhood lover from a few months ago.

Standing sheepishly in no more than a pair of pajama bottoms, slippers and white t-shirt, Marge's son looked a long night had gotten the best of him.

"Hi Mrs. 'B,' sorry to bother you so late," he started, slowly raising his brow. "I certainly don't mean to crash your party and stuff..." he continued and then stopped to drop his jaw.
"Why Porge, you didn't crash anything. As a matter of fact I was just thinking of you. C'mon in and explain yourself. I've really been missing you, did you know that?" I scolded, shutting the door to lean against it. "Oh, pay no attention to this; just 'party' clothes, ya know," I chortled.

His wide-eyed expression soon lowered into a more sullen expression. "Yeah well, I'm really not here for a party. My mom..." He started, as I took his hand.

"Your MOM! Now there's a party ANIMAL!" I revealed, as I led him into the den.

"My Mom? MY Mom--a party animal?" He rolled his eyes before taking a seat.

"Oh yeah Porge, for sure! Now, what can I get you? How 'bout a little lipstick for the old dipstick?" I quipped and leaned down to grab his package. He turned to elude me.

"I'm sorry Porge, dressed like this, you must think I'm no more than a common whore," I pouted and moved my chest to snuggle his leg between my melons. "You just really light my fire; why not let me at least light your candle, hmm?" I added, pressing my chest hard against his knee.

Checking the immediate area for any eavesdroppers, he answered, "I don't think there's anything common about you, Mrs. B." His demeanor remained stoic. He was determined to stay on task.

"Well, I suppose you know by now that Josh, Lurch and I kinda got a little wasted tonight." He avoided my offer and began his story.

The three boys and their girl friends decided to whoop it up once more before they all went their separate ways (off to college). Everyone had a high ole time especially Josh. Having no girlfriend to bid farewell, my son was the only one left to party by himself.

"I'm afraid Josh got really plowed. He was spouting all this weird stuff about the girls and, ya know, women in general... anyway, we decided to take him home," Porge admitted.

"I appreciate that Porge. That explains a lot," I shook my head and nodded.

"Anyway, so when I got home there were these bizarre phone messages from my mom." He continued.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, I think SHE was pretty wasted too-- talking about Clint Eastwood trying to rape her--crazy shit like that," Porge said.

"Oh REALLY," I snickered.

"I know; it's weird. It's REALLY weird for HER. She hardly EVER gets totally hammered! Anyway, since Dad is already home and crashed out, I'd better get her home," Porge decided.

"Hmm yeah, that's maybe not... maybe she should just stay here for the night; I'll bring her home tomorrow, how's that?" I offered, knowing the true condition of our Little Miss Gidget.

"Mmm I don't know; she was pretty insistent on the phone. Is she crashed out somewhere? I'll just retrieve the body and get her home--no sweat."

"She's upstairs... but you better let me help," I confided, as he headed to the staircase.

With each ascending step the more I tried to think of how to warn him. Finally when we reached the upstairs hall I grabbed his wrist. Turning him around, I cupped his face with both hands to make him focus.

"Porge, this is probably NOT a good idea," I stated.

"What's the deal? Is she okay?" Now his concern had peaked.

Gidget Gets A Tickle, or Two +++++

"Oh yeah, I'm pretty sure your mom is feeling no pain. Your mom... see... well... you know what you and I did a few months ago?" His eyes shifted and then nearly popped. "I fairly sure she and Josh are..."

"You can't be SERIOUS!?" His brow lowered. I nodded three times. "Holy shit!"

"Maybe you should let me go in and assess the damage..." I suggested, when he stopped me.

"No, I can handle it. I mean she IS my mom," Porge stated with all the confidence of a novice tightrope walker.

"Okay then, we'll both go. I mean he IS my son," I shrugged. Porge nodded, as I turned the doorknob.

Josh's room was small; just big enough to hold a long, full-size bed, a small dresser and desk and that's about it. Otherwise it was standing-room-only. With only the dim light of a small desk lamp it took us a few seconds to see what I kind of expected. Both Josh and Marge were naked. Lying flat, face-down on the bed, Marge was stretched out with her head turned to rest on her hands. Her Gidget pigtails were long-gone. Josh was on his knees hunched over her from behind with his sizable manhood neatly imbedded in her snatch. By the spaced out look on my son's face, he was only mildly aware we had entered. We were decidedly low-key as we moved through a maze of discarded clothes to end up at the far end of the bed.

"Hi guys, having a little party?" I broke through the silence with a whisper.

Porge remained silent, but I sensed he was taking the whole scene in with virgin eyes. Josh was beyond giving verbal responses, as he robotically continued to slowly thrust back and forth. "I know what this looks like, but I think they're just going through the motions," I whispered to Marge's ambivalent son.

"I never even imagined... she's like totally..." he mouthed, but the words wouldn't come.

"Barbie? Is that my Barbie?" Marge's tiny voice piped up, as she raised her head. I knelt on the floor at the end of the bed to hear her better.

"I'm having the most wonderful dream, Barbie, and you're in it too!" Her words slowly dripped out like she WAS in a drunkard's dream. "The boy is fucking me like two or three times and its sooo good, and you're wearing such sexy clothes. You're like a black angel!" She was not EVEN close to anything resembling reality. When I soothed her naked back she turned her glazed eyes up toward her son; then back to me. "I dreamed you had a young lover too and he REALLY wanted to see your big tits, but I want to see them too." The tiny voice said, before she surprised both Porge and I.

Somehow she had the strength to keep her head up, as she nearly ripped off my satin robe. When I went to re-cover she had already affixed her mouth to one of my exposed nipples. Her not-so-subtle gestures and sucking definitely got the boys' attention.

Josh suddenly awoke from his drunken stupor, while Porge reached inside his PJ's to produce a fully aroused boner. My initial plan [if you can call it a rational plan] was to quietly extinguish any inadvertent fires of passion, rescue the fair Princess Gidget, and make a quick escape into the night. Stoking unintended latent desires of two boys and their moms, although not on the menu, had suddenly become the main entrée. [Sorry for the mixed metaphors.]

Blame it on my reoccurring fantasy of having two, hard, young cocks at my bidding, but I ceased any further need of making an escape. Sliding out of my waist-length robe, I gave my son one, long expression of desire, before turning my attention to the closest hunk of young-manhood, Porge. Taking his thick sausage in my mouth, I kept my eyes glued on my son. Even in the darkness, I was sure to notice any signs of Josh's jealousy or contempt. Instead, the vision of his mother sucking his best friend produced a reaction that not only gave my heart a flutter; but surely had a positive effect on Marge.

Like an invisible laser beam, his eyes burned into mine, as his grip on Marge's hips tightened. Slowly, yet almost stubbornly his pelvis thrust faster against her petite ass. "Oooh Baby, that's it!" Marge implored. I sucked her son harder and faster. Josh buried his pole deeper in Marge with each successive stroke.

I always thought possession was worth 9/10ths. However, if this case, proximity must have determined Marge's next crazy move. Without even a cordial request, or consideration of just who was on the receiving end, she grabbed hold of Porge's cock and greedily whipped it from my mouth. Scarcely a second later she transferred it neatly into her mouth. Turning my raised eyebrows back up at Josh, I thought I detected an expression of dismay. Back up on my feet, I slid behind Porge. Teasing his chest with my fingernails from behind, I turned his head just enough to entice him into a long, lurid tongue kiss. "Two can play this game," I whispered in his ear, as his mother took more of his slick, thick dick into her throat.

"Whenever she has you ready, I think Josh would really enjoy watching you fuck me, Sweetheart," I whispered again, smiled and watched my son favor both of us a willing smile of his own. "I know I SURE would," I said and Frenched his ear with my warm, wet tongue.

Slowly edging my panties down, I gave both guys a little seductive dance before lying down on the long bed next to Marge. Stretching out on my back, still facing Porge, I raised my hands and arms back over my head to reach for Josh. My sensual writhing continued with wanton stares at Porge, while my left hand cupped and groped my son's perfect young ass. Licking my lips in anticipation I fondled my jugs and twat with my right hand. Porge had seen enough.

Backing away from his mother's face, he bent down to give her his first sweet incestuous kiss. "What a pair of polite (and well-hung) boys we have," I recall thinking.

Thoroughly discarding the rest of his clothes, he got in bed. Whether or not Porge considered it a point of order or he simply knew how much I enjoy his technique, he slithered up and between my spread legs. "Oh GODD!" I uttered. Grabbing a chunk of Porge's hair and Josh's ass, my head fell back against the mattress when Porge's mouth and tongue immediately went to my clit.

"Yeah! Oh YEAH!" I heard Josh exclaim and felt his ass tighten.

Porge's talented tongue and quick fingers magically had me primed for a glorious orgasm in no time. Spreading my legs for complete access, my hands jerked his head to and fro, like he was my own personal love slave. With both of us moms moaning and groaning to high heaven, Porge abruptly stopped. Raising his athletic upper body, he looked straight at Josh.

"You know man, I'll probably regret this, but..." He started, when Josh (as he often did) completed his buddy's sentence.

"You wanna switch?" My son fervently stated, more than asked.

Porge's nodding head and wide-eyed expression was so cute. I'm not sure Marge was even aware of what planet she was on, but the fire burning inside me surged at the idea. Whatever reservations or moral negatives I had previously about fucking my son went up in a puff of smoke, as the boys swiftly maneuvered to change places.

Now, looking up into the eyes of my replaced lover as he hovered over me, I had all the perpetual momentum of an Oklahoma State tailback licking his chops on third down and goal. Slowly reaching up to rub my palms against my son's broad chest, my eyes meant to convey some sort of preciousness to this otherwise inevitable sin. God knows I wanted him to take me, but I needed for the moment and our feelings to be consensual on several levels. Letting his hard cockhead lightly tap against my mons, his eyes purposely avoided mine. Shaking his head from side to side, I sensed he was struggling to obliterate any speculation. Sliding my hands up his neck to steady his head, I brought his face to focus on my eyes.

Raising my darkened eyebrows, I gave him a lust-filled yet confident expression. "Well?" Was my single-worded plea. He returned a confident smile just as the bedroom door creaked open. My eyes flitted up to somehow see behind us.

"Well, WELL, what do we have HERE? Why Barb, you devil, you've been holdin' out on me!" MJ's voice cut through the silent fog of illicit sensuality. "I SWEAR, what are running in this place?" She asked rhetorically and slid her nearly naked self next to me. "I had NO idea you were breeding them too!" She laughed, while running her long fingers through Josh's blonde locks. I was speechless and a bit embarrassed, as the amazon made an obvious play for my son.

Porge was too busy screwing his mom to pay attention to our uninvited guest. "Hmm, I KNOW who we have here--Josh, you're looking better than ever. Don't tell me that's Gidget's, I mean Marge's...SON?! HEY, what IS going on here?" MJ was fully aware of what was going on, as Josh and his 9-plus inch honker backed away.

Trying to gather his equilibrium at the bed's edge, MJ reached for his ass to "steady" him. "Listen, I didn't mean to interrupt something here; a little family-thing going on, huh?" MJ gathered and stood up to help Josh.

"Oh no, it's nothing like that, was it Josh?" I lied, scurried to my feet and put on my robe. "So, what gives with YOU, MJ? I thought you and the guys would be at each other all night long," I blurted out, desperately trying to dispel her evolving suspicions.

"What, those two? Let's put it this way, I was beginning to feel like a fifth wheel, if you can imagine THAT!" She rolled her eyes.

"SERIOUSLY!" I over-stated.

She nodded and, without sharing any specifics, continued, "Don't be surprised if your hubby looks like he's walking on eggshells come tomorrow morning -- HA! Now you two, stop avoiding me! What's going on in HERE that I shouldn't know about? It looks deliciously evil."

"NO --Nothing! Me and Mom were just... just playing around, ya know," Josh kept to my script and nervously searched for some clothes. MJ nodded with reservations, but kept a keen eye on his man-sized erection.

Standing toe to toe and head to head with my tall son, MJ was the same height as Josh in her bare feet. As he teetered back and forth he eyed [one-eyed] a pair of shorts on the floor. MJ seeing his dilemma lowered herself to her knees to grab the underwear. Of course this put her face in direct proximity to his rather prominent hardon (a calculated move I'm sure.) When he gestured to take them from her, she hastily pulled his shorts from his reach and gazed up into his blurry eyes.

"Ah, ah, AH! You seem awfully impatient to hide such a stunning treasure," she remarked with a conniving raised eyebrow and purposely hid his shorts behind her long bare back.

"Uh... uh," Josh stammered and tried re-fixing his focus on me for help.

In his current state he was obviously going nowhere fast, so I started to make my own retreat. Removing myself from the equation, I turned my head back in their direction when I got to the door. MJ muttered something about having a better hiding place and promptly took his entire swollen manhood in her mouth and surely into her throat, as Josh's eyes met mine for a long rock-and-hard-place expression. Thrusting his head to ceiling, he steadied himself with a two-fisted grip on her head. Following a series of groans and long cleansing breathes he slowly lowered his line of sight from the ceiling tiles to catch a wink and a smile from me. Like a pair of star-crossed lovers resigned to their immediate fate, we shared a clear sense of regret.

The sight and sounds of MJ's sloppily-delivered blowjob meant I had over-stayed my welcome. Glancing down at Marge and Porge swallowed up in each other, I breathed a long sigh and shut the door behind me. "Just as it goes with battles and wars, you can lose all kinds of battles; but this particular war was FAR from being lost," I laughed to myself at conjuring up such a strange analogy and headed down the hall.

Overhearing the gist of a testosterone-laden dialog coming up the stairwell I went into stealth mode. Rick and Donny, now fully clothed, were seated across from each other in the living room. Nursing a pair of longneck Buds, they went on and on about which California football team was the best, like a pair of bar buddies. I smiled at the irony, yawned and turned back toward our bedroom.

"Is that you, Honey?" Donny has ears like a dog.

"Yeah, I'm headed for the hay."

"Hey, sorry we lost track of you. Who was that at the door--everything okay?" He asked loud enough to be heard.

"Everything is fine. That was just Porge checking on Marge. I'm beat; going to bed," I answered.

"Okay, see ya in the morning..."

"Ah YEAH -- BARB? Sleep tight and THANKS! Thanks for EVERYthing!" Rick bellowed.

"SURE Rick! Good to have you guys... OVER, I MEAN! It was FUN!" I had switched to my 'happy-but-exhausted-hostess' voice. That voice was probably not appropriate after such an "exciting" evening. However, I WAS tired and the idea of delivering a batch of cute pseudo-sensual retorts seemed like over-kill, especially at 4:30 AM.

Dénouement? Sure! Make Mine With A Twist +++++

As you might imagine, everyone left from the long night's festivities slept in. A welcome scent of fresh-brewed coffee caught my nearly numb nostrils as I lumbered downstairs about 10 AM. Squinting my eyes against the sun-drenched kitchen, my daughter's firm, tanned legs were the first sign of humanity. She had to be the sole surviving human being on the planet without a hangover.

"Meg, you made it home; how was the sleepover?"

The 15-year-old spitting image of yours truly (at her age) was quick to pour herself some cereal and shove a steaming cup of coffee under my sorry face.

"Fine. We had a good time; watching movies and stuff," the familiar lilt in her voice almost grated on my addled brain. "Looks like you guys had a REAL good time!" She laughed.

"Oh God, are they still here?"

Meg smiled and nodded. "Daddy and the tall guy..."

"That would be Rick, MJ's husband..." I yawned.

"Yeah anyway, they're crashed out by the hot tub," Meg craned her head to see if they were still there. "I've seen THEM--they haven't seen me; haven't moved an inch."

Her teenage whims and wheels were turning, as I'm sure she was developing her own version of what might have gone down last night. "Well, before you get enough incriminating evidence for your journal, I suggest you go up and change," I strongly suggested, checking her short, open-necked Babydoll gown.

"Geez, not even a 'Thanks' for the coffee?" She winked and made a pair of her sweeping dance turns. The same ballet tip-toed turns that made her so adorable years ago only gave her a Lolita-air as a teenager.

"THANKS for the COFFEE!" I shot back, as she scampered down the hall and started upstairs.

Meg and her ever-emerging bust line and tempting rest-of-her would become excellent source material for future stories soon enough. My thoughts (vague as they were) shifted to Josh and his big day--leaving for college tomorrow. Downing the rest of my Columbian over the sink, I took and deep breath and turned to the hall. I would climb those steps one last time, before sending my first-born off to conquer the world."GOD, I'm too young for this shit!" I actually verbalized.

"Too young for what shit?" MJ's voice cracked, as I nearly ran her over.

"M-MJ! You're awake!"

"Well, let's just say I'm on my feet and leave it at that," she said head down, as she slumped into a tall kitchen counter chair. She had dressed back into the clothes she came in. With her ratted hair askew, only her eye shadow somehow remained intact.

"Here, try this on," I said, pouring her a cup of java. "Cream...sugar?"

Her head lifted just enough to eye-ball me, before she shook her head, "No."

A caffeine-buzz cleared a cobweb or two from my fat head, as I managed enough energy to try for the stairs again. "Better get Josh up and going," I announced, pretty much for my own benefit, and left the coffee pot for the hung over amazon.

"He...he's not there," came an unexpected reply from MJ.

"Not in his room... hmm," I thought.

"Nope, he left hours ago; hell, they ALL left," MJ said between sips.

Mixed feelings again filled my semi-charged brain. I tried to second-guess what could have happened hours ago after I left that room and the odd couple times two.

"They mentioned something about 'the pole', or 'going to the pole", MJ volunteered. "You don't suppose they meant the North Pole? Weird!" She added.

"No, but I may have an idea," I said, and headed for the basement.

My suspicions were realized, when I reached the bottom stair. Spying Josh's size twelve feet hanging off the end of the couch, I figured Porge couldn't be far off. There Porge was crashed out on the carpet next to the couch. I couldn't help but crack a wide smile at their final attempt to hold on to shared youth. I had to shed a tear for the same reason.
Upon returning to the kitchen I was greeted by a semi-awake MJ draining her third cup of coffee. As I poured myself another cup, she pressed her body into me at the counter. She went on and on about what a great time she had; how she did things she never imagined; then added one final surprise I never would have suspected.

"Ya know Barb, one of these days I need to introduce you to some "friends" of mine." She half-whispered. Seeing she had my immediate attention, she continued, "See there are these three black dudes, ex-football players. We get it on about once a month or so. Anyway I think the whole girl/girl thing would really freak 'em out! What do you say?"

"Ah hmm... well that's something. I'll have to get back to you about that," I answered blankly, trying to hide my utter amazement. She could have knocked me over with a feather. The tramp had trumped me!

Whatever happened the previous night after I left Josh's room; perhaps I'll never know. I DID notice some shared winks between the boys the following morning when we bid farewell to Porge and family. We made it to Josh's college just as hundreds of incoming freshmen were settling into their dorms. It came as a pleasant surprise when we met his roommate, Jeff Martin. Jeff was an old neighborhood chum of Josh's that had since moved away, so it was nice to see a familiar face.

Donny got a second job bartending that year to help with college expenses. I personally vowed to never let Mr. Jack Daniels come between myself and any further exciting opportunities.

It was a few weeks later. I had considered taking a fire hose to Josh's room, however it cleaned up fairly well with Mr. Clean and plenty of elbow grease. The basement was next. A simple vacuuming was all it needed, until I spied a cobweb near the arcade game. Call it curiosity, but I had to pull it out from the wall just to see...

"Hmm, they're gone..." I remarked. The boys' magazines were gone. "They really ARE gone," I muttered, this time thinking of the boys. Shedding a tear or two, I shoved the game back against the wall. In doing so, a small white envelope fell out. It must have been taped to the back of the game. It was unaddressed. I opened it and unfolded a 3X5 plain white paper with lead penciled script. It read, "Barb, thanks for everything!" The word "everything" was triple underlined. It was signed, "Porge, Lurch and J-Man."

I smiled.

It wasn't the type of keepsake I could tape on the refrigerator door without giving some sort of explanation. Instead, I hid it away and committed its contents to memory.

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Dedicated to my unsung Superproofer. Congrats on the 45... and Go Cowboys!