"Can life cannot get any better than this?" wondered Paul as he sat up in his bed, drinking the mug of tea his mother had just brought him. "Who'd have thought this when Dad went off to work away for the month on the oil rig just when I came home from Uni," he mused to himself, "I wonder whether he is getting anything?"
He moved gently in his bed to ease the dulling ache in his backside caused by having lain in the same position for the last ten minutes. He looked down and noticed with pleasure that his mother was just returning to taking the head of his cock in her mouth. He slipped his hand down inside the cut of her dress so that he could feel the silky bra covering her beautifully formed breasts. He could feel the pressure exerted by this mother's nipples as she responded to his caress. "A nice handful", he thought, "Not bad for a 46 year old slut."
Paul, sighed, put his cup down, and lay back glorying in the feeling of having his mother give him yet another blow job. "Yes," he thought, "Life is good but it will get better when we drop in on Mrs Bell again and my slut of a mother can drop in on Mrs Bell's pussy. Ha ha! What a clever joke."
It had been the morning before when Paul answered the telephone call from Mrs Bell. "Is that you, Paul," asked Mrs Bell, "Is your mother home?"
"No, I mean yes. It's me. Who's calling?"
"It's Mrs Bell, Alan's mother. I thought you would recognise my voice. I'm disappointed Paul. You seemed to have forgotten me since you've been away to Uni. Have you just finished your second year?"
"Sorry, I wasn't thinking. Yes, my final year's to come and then I'll have to find a job." He was not going to explain the reason why he wasn't thinking was because he had spent the last ten minutes wanking off inside his elder sister's clean cotton bra he had found in the laundry basket. One of the perks of being alone in the house and with his sister away, a perk that might last for the rest of the week.
"My mum's out in the garden. Do you want to speak to her?"
"Err, no. It's you I wanted", replied Mrs Bell in a voice that just had a hint of seduction in it. Paul felt his cock hardening again and he knew he would have to get another bra to wank off into; Mrs Bell had really big tits so he might need two of his sister's bras to do justice to his fantasy.
Mrs Bell carried on, "I want you to come down here at exactly ten past eleven. Got it? Exactly ten past eleven. Come straight in, the door will be unlocked and I'll be in the sitting room. I have a surprise for you". Paul was struggling to cope with the conversation. His hand was inside his pants gripping his erection. He was fantasising about cumming whilst he was talking to Mrs Bell - the mother of his best friend, but more importantly, she of the big tits and even bigger cleavage.
"And no playing with yourself in the meantime. I know what you young boys are like". The telephone line went dead and Paul jerked one last time, spreading semen over his hand.
As Paul thought through the events of yesterday, he grabbed his mother's head and shoved it down so his cock speared the back of her throat. He held her head firmly and he fucked her in the mouth a few times. "Come on you slut, you'll have to do better than that. I wanna cum in your mouth and I haven't go all day. I wanna you to ride my cock this morning. Take it you bitch", he cried thrusting himself into the back of his mother's mouth again.
He had not needed to wank since yesterday and with luck, would not need to until he went back to University. He had a mother who seemed willing to take on his cock and was pretty good with her tongue. He wondered whether his elder sister was better and whether he could get her to take his cock on. A threesome with mother and sister, a fantasy for any lad and one that might just happen. And if Mrs Bell was also willing, well he might just be able to manage three women all at once.
Paul relaxed as his mother continued to work his cock. Yesterday she had fought hard as he raped and buggered her. Now, she had come to terms with her role as his sex slave and was doing a mighty fine job.
His mind wandered back to the events of yesterday when he had walked into Mrs Bell's living room, bang on time. He saw Mrs Bell on the settee. Her blouse unbuttoned and her mighty cleavage on show. He saw her skirt risen up her thighs to reveal her stocking tops and garter belt. He could see she was knickerless. What he could not work out, was why his mother was on all fours, in just her silky pale blue bra and panties, gorging on Mrs Bell's pussy. For a second or two he just stood there gaping as Mrs Bell ground her pussy into his mother's face.
Mrs Hughes broke the spell.
"Glad you could make it Paul," she twinkled, "Your mother was just thanking me for helping her out."
Paul could see his mother squirming and finally breaking free of Mrs Bell's grip. Her face was covered in juices form the pussy she'd had shoved in her face.
"Oh my god, I was just ... just .." and her voices tailed away and her eyes dropped to the floor.
"She was just eating my pussy. As a good slut who owes me should," Mrs Bell interjected, "Now that you are here, perhaps you would like to take over. Would you like to fuck me, Paul?"
"No, no, not that. Please," cried his mother, "I've kept my side of the bargain. Don't involve Paul. Please."
"I think Paul his old enough to make his own mind up. Come over here Paul". It was an order Paul could not refuse.
He sat on the settee next to Mrs Bell. She shoved his mother's face back into her pussy. "Who told you to stop," she shouted.
