Sloppy drunk, Melanie Clemins stared shakily into her Mother's bedroom, unable to fathom the blurry vision that unfolded before her.
She had seen Andy's car still in the driveway when the taxi had dropped her off a few minutes earlier and she figured he'd either had car problems or had changed his mind, deciding to spend an extra night and was waiting for her to get home from her girls' night out. Both options made Melanie sick to the stomach contemplating Andy's apparent care for her when she had did what she had earlier that night at the bar.
By the time she'd stumbled into the house and somehow navigated the stairs however, even in her debilitated state, Melanie could hear the indisputable echoes of sin coming from her Mother's bedroom. She could have just kept walking past the open door and disappeared into her room down the hall, blacked out from the alcohol before she hit the bed and never been the wiser the next morning. But Melanie made the horrible mistake of stopping to look in, and that's when her already wobbly legs became lodged in quicksand.
The grinding of the bedsprings screamed in Melanie's head and she could feel the floor vibrate beneath her strappy sandals as she tittered in the doorway. Even though her throat had long since gone dry, Melanie could feel a wetness permeating her crotch, whether from her own sick arousal or from the seminal residue a nameless guy had left inside of her an hour or so earlier at the bar, she couldn't determine.
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The hazy memory of it all had nearly brought Melanie to tears in the back of the cab on the way home. Too drunk to drive herself and with her two friends each hooking up and leaving her behind, Melanie immediately felt guilty for giving in to her impulsive lust when she looked in her purse for the change to pay the cabbie and saw Andy's picture. A feeling that was only heightened when she saw his car still parked in her Mother's driveway.
Her tear soaked eye liner now a jagged line down each side of her face as she peered through her Mother's bedroom door, Melanie fought to move her legs, and if not that, to at least be able to close her eyes, but all she was capable of was standing paralysed in the hall, her grip tight on the doorframe as the two shadowy figures on the bed merged into one.
On and on the rampage went, the sadistically intertwined pair on the bed, who were by far the two closest people in Melanie's life, continued their lurid show, completely oblivious of her presense. Feeling her stomach roll each time Andy's gushing voice strained from his lungs, Melanie was sure she could see him guide his right hand up to his crotch and wrap it around his erect dick as her Mom pillaged his ass with the strap on appendage.
Staring on for what seemed an eternity, Melanie steadily turned to mush, her mouth panting now as she absorbed the sensory overload in front of her. Wincing each time Andy's kneeling body shuddered under Paula's punishing thrusts, Melanie glassy eyes nearly cracked when she saw a quick spray of white pellets fly from the head of her boyfriend's cock. Seeing Andy's briskly pumping hand relentlessly ravage his own prick, Melanie dug her fingernails into the door frame as she listened to her Mother verbally taunt down to Andy, never once slowing her forward assault.
Digging her own fingers into her cunt watching the way Andy wallowed in orgasm before her, Paula could feel the boy's sphincter muscles constrict and convulse around her boaring phallus. The sound of her own fingers darting through her soaked pussy filled the room, along with Andy's husky breathing, until she too could feel another release approaching. Paula's head bouncing now side to side as she waited for the runaway locomotive of orgasm to hit, suddenly she gazed to her left and saw her own Daughter leaning in the doorway, staring back.
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His sweat soaked brow pressed down into the pillow below, Andy had no clue what was beginning to transpire behind him. Wincing face down on the sheets, Andy let out a small yelp when Paula's strap-on jerked free from his anus. Wallowing in his own embarrassment and shame, a desperate need to get dressed and get the Hell out of Paula's house overtook Andy as reality quickly began to filter back.
At the same time Andy was trying to gather his wits and ignore the still stabbing throb in his just sodomized behind, Melanie Clemins was taking step after cautious step into the room, the whole time surveying the sexual carnage on the bed. The jutting protrusion of her Mother's faux cock extended like a blunt weapon from her crotch and Melanie felt an arctic chill cripple her spine when she looked down and saw the now gaping hole in her boyfriend's rear it had created.
"I guess.....I really ought.....to...get....go.....," Andy croaked with embarrassed exhaustion before he steadied himself to turn over and face Paula.
Before he turned halfway however, Andy's voice broke in mid-sentence when he saw not one, but two shadowy figures of similiar height and build at the foot of the bed. Immediatly he knew who the second figure was and the shock of it all squeezed him squarely by the throat.
Recoiling backwards on the bed as the two women stood face to face, Andy knew this had turned into the worst nightmare he could imagine. Despite the same, kinky Mother-Daughter fantasy he'd harbored along with every other heterosexual male in the world, Andy never imagined it might play out under such extreme and humiliating circumstances. Sensing he was all but forgotten for the moment on the bed, Andy held is breath watching Paula stare down her drunk and disorientated Daughter.
Watching with fascinated dread, Andy's eyes darted back and forth between the two women. Having just cum seconds earlier, Andy's head swooned making it difficult to concentrate under the best of circumstances, but even in his diminished cognitive state, he could clearly sense the sway Paula had over her Daughter. In his brief time dating Melanie, Andy had quickly picked up on the influence her Mother had on her, but now under this most intimate and awkward of encounters, he couldn't help feel a visceral twinge in his gut seeing first hand the silent and effortless hold Paula had over her wobbly and doe-eyed child.
So entranced by what was unfolding a few feet away, Andy didn't even notice he was sitting on the wet, jizz stained spot where he had just milked his lust moments earlier. Despite that release, the 21 year old's cock slowly brooded back to life as he fixated on the two dark figures at the foot of the bed. Dropping his right hand between his thighs, Andy massaged his balls with his fingertips and his dick with his thumb in anticipation of what might happen next.
It took awhile, but his ears did pop and the moisture in his eyes sizzled when Paula and Melanie's opposing bodies gradually merged into one.
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Paula Clemins did make the first move, why she'd never know, by reaching out for her Daughter's hand and pulling Melanie towards her. But in that moment Paula felt so powerful, as if the entire universe was hers and the greatest thing she'd helped create, her own flesh and blood, was now willing to become one with her.
The young girl trembled in her Mother's embrace, a security and warmth she'd never quite imagined flooding her system despite the lewd disconnect of the moment. Somehow she knew Andy was still somewhere to her left on the bed, but it didn't matter. All that did was her Mother's warm, loving hands roaming her chilly flesh.
The two women hypnotically explored each other's bodies until Paula's right hand reached the hem of her Daughter's tight brown mini skirt. Melanie bit her lip and clenched her eyes closed, raising her face to the ceiling as her Mother's fingers disappeared between her legs, even through her drunkenness, knowing what Paula was about to find.
