Sleep started to tatter, as I felt hands grasping my morning wood, and a body squatting over me, my cock head nudging against the warm, wet opening. Mmmmm, what a great way to wake up, Monique wants another ride.
Monique's voice cooed, "Do it, Lissie, do it!"
I felt the heat envelop my cock, and my eyes opened, HOLY FUCK! My Mom was sliding down my cock, and Monique was right beside her, grinning delightedly as she saw the expression cross my face. With a low moan, my Mom thrust down hard as she let out a loud grunt, and buried my morning hardness into her pussy, furnace hot, slick with her juices, her inner tunnel molded tightly around my cock. She let out a gasp of pleasure, mixing with my grunt as I was wrapped in the tight, wet, clutching heat.
I babbled "Mom...Mom, what, what?"
Her eyes shone with sexual heat, she grinned and said, "I'm taking a ride on your cock baby. If Monique can do it, so can I."
I grunted, "But it's...ohhh that feels so good...mmmm...it's incest."
"So what? We aren't going to have a baby, why shouldn't I get to do something I've wanted to ever since I saw you developing into a healthy, well-built young man," my Mom replied. "I'll tell you something else, yesterday, I felt your eyes all over my body, and my peripheral vision caught you gazing at my hips, my legs, my chest. Did you like the fact that I wasn't wearing panties? Did you like the way my tits got stiff and so hard when the air conditioning came back on? Did the sight of my ass cheeks give you a good, stiff hard-on? You liked what you saw, didn't you?"
I nodded, she smiled and continued, "You no doubt had visions in your head, great views that you would masturbate to, come on, you can tell your Mom, tell me that you did."
I said softly, "Yes, oh yes, I'd never seen so much of your awesome body, and you would be my fantasy bed partner last night if things hadn't happened the way they did."
"Take a look Kev, take a good long look at my body now."
I did, and I could feel my cock reach full extension, buried deep. Mom paused and raised her body up, putting her hands behind her head and thrusting her upper body forward.
I saw my Mom's face, her soft smile, her clear blue eyes stormy with lust, her breasts like ripe fruit, umm, perky and so round, topped with stiff, very hard, cherry red nipples, the sleek skin of her belly, a trim waist and a curvy flare of the hips, her neatly trimmed nest of blonde pubic hair pressed against mine, my cock nestled deep between the seam, swallowed up by her heated tunnel, my mouth was dry.
My Mom purred, "Now baby, do you want to keep me just as a fantasy to stroke off to, or do you want the real thing?"
I gasped, "Please, oh please Mom, fuck me!"
My Mom grinned, pulled up, and thrust down again, accompanied by our mingled cries of pleasure. Oh god, it was so good.
Monique giggled, "Really Kev, you talk too much sometimes! I'll give your mouth something better to do!"
I watched as she swung her leg over my face, and her pussy was hovering over my mouth. She reached down, parting her folds for me, I could smell the spicy, erotic scent, her pussy was almost dripping with juices.
"Lick me Kev, lick my pussy, lick me while your Mom fucks your cock," Monique growled huskily.
I reached up, grasped her hips, and pulled her hips down, my tongue eager to get between the rich brown spread of her pussy lips and inner folds. My tongue swept over her lips, wriggling into her, and a blast of her hot, musky taste hit my tongue.
"Oh yes baby, yes, you lick so well," Monique cooed.
Monique and my Mom were facing each other as they rode me, and my Mom grunted, "Kiss me Moni baby, mmmmm, I'm fucking my son, god I feel so fucking hot!"
I could sense Monique leaning forward slightly, and I could imagine the tongue-filled swirls of passion they were enjoying. Having Monique's pussy tight against my mouth, her spicy nectar, and concentrating on pleasuring her was distracting me somewhat from the need to erupt.
Hey, this was cool, I wanted to enjoy the feel of my Mom's tight walls around my cock as long as possible. This was even better than I had fantasized, stroking my prick while imagining Monique sitting on my mouth wasn't even close to having it happening in real life, her tight, dark folds settled firmly over my mouth, Monique's muffled growls of pleasure, the spicy, musky flow of juices for my tasting pleasure, and the squirming and rubbing of her on my tongue, as she used my tongue to swab at all her sizzling hot spots.