It was a typical weekend at the Lawson household. That is, at the very least, what any neighbor would think had they decided to look towards that particular corner of the suburb.
Valerie Lawson was the local super-mom, after all. A bit of irony, considering the boys had long since been able to look after themselves. It wasn't out of the ordinary for them to be seen coming and going and nobody thought it strange that Riley's vehicle hadn't been moved since he had parked there at the end of the previous week.
Within the household, Valerie was busy preparing breakfast as she had always done at the start of the week. A large, Sunday breakfast had always been part of her idyllic vision for her family life. One could call it the 'homemaker's privilege' to set the mood for the entire week by serving her family. This morning, however, she struggled a far bit more than she ever did to manage bringing food to the table.
The table was half-set, the pan still sizzling while the oven's heat caused a bead of sweat to drip down the length of Valerie's neck. The mother of one, now slightly annoyed that her morning routine had been interrupted, bit her lower lip and stifled a groan within her throat as she felt Riley's hips crash into her backside once more.
Valerie was naked, save for the apron held around her waist as she stood almost doubled-over. She hadn't gotten dressed all weekend as there was no point. Not when the boys would be pawing at her and pulling her clothes off at the earliest opportunity, anyway. So now she stood, almost naked, with one breast having swung free and Riley's fingertips adding to the ring of light bruises that had grown across her body as the small collective had each grabbed at her with a bit too much enthusiasm.
She thought it cute, perhaps. Their inexperience, for the most part, and total lack of awareness of the gentleness required of them when it came to intimacy. Perhaps that was something she might have given a thought towards teaching, yet...
Valerie moaned softly. "Riley," she said, "I need to--"
The sound of his hips crashing against her backside only intensified.
Valerie steadied herself against the counter, near which she had positioned herself the moment she had felt Riley's hands embracing her from behind. She knew his touch - eager, yet impish - and instantly recognized his shape, length and girth as he wordlessly took her from behind. Valerie made good on her implicit promise: she thrust her hips back against the youth's crotch; she challenged him; teased him; relaxed her sweet, warm cunt so that he could thrust deep, with only the roundness of her backside saving her from the last few brutal inches of his impressive tool.
She didn't have to say anything else. Riley's body stiffened and he grew rigid. His thrusting slowed and he held onto her body firmly for just a moment more as Valerie felt him deposit his load within her. She allowed herself a soft gasp as she felt him draw from within her flesh, sighing as he lumbered away, still half-asleep.
"Go wake everyone up," she said after clearing her throat. "I have some errands to run today...have to get ready soon and...are you listening?"
Riley grumbled a response as he lumbered out of the kitchen and Valerie returned to her routine, unconcerned with the mess oozing along the inside of her thighs.
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"That'll be, uh," the delivery man stuttered as Sean shoved a fistful of bills into his hand in exchange for the pizzas he had delivered.
"That enough?" Sean asked.
"Yeah," he sputtered, muttering something about change only to find the door closed not-so-gently in his face.
Behind the painted barrier, Sean made his way into the hallway with a stack of seven boxes held in his arms. It only took him a few steps before he could hear it: the stifled moans and wet grinding of flesh sliding against flesh that the trio a mere few feet away had been desperately trying to keep secret.
"He's gone," Sean said as he glanced sideways towards the tangle of bodies on the sofa. As if they had been waiting for Sean's permission, the three resumed their debauchery in earnest.
Daniel's hand became removed from where it had been clasped over Valerie's mouth. She, to her credit, had almost made it out of the house. She had gotten dressed in a white, figure-defining dress that left little to the imagination, yet teased the possibility of being see-through, were she to bend over and stretch the fabric across her wide backside.
Yet, Valerie missed her appointments that morning. The several calls that went unanswered in her purse could attest to that.
Instead, she found herself straddled across Gary's hips as he laid lengthwise and naked across her sofa. His cock glistened as his hands grabbed hold of the half-dressed older woman. Her garment had been hoisted up past her waist, the tasteless black thong she wore pulled aside and bit into her behind as she struggled to grind against him.
Struggled because, desperate not to be outdone, Daniel had given the former pornstar a proper challenge when he had decided to join in. Now with two cocks stretching her cunt in tandem, Valerie could scarcely move. Not when she was sandwiched between them both. Not when the both grabbed her selfishly. Not when they each thrust towards their own pleasure, not working together, not doing anything but using her like the naughty cock-sleeve she had once again become.
She shook. No, she quivered. Valerie cooed but she restrained herself. She had been in this position before. She had been in "worse" positions, though that was nothing but a matter of perspective.
Experience, however, did not exactly make the ordeal any bit easier to endure and, as Daniel rammed into her, stirring himself against Gary's stiffness and stretching her double-stuffed cunt almost towards its limit, she allowed herself the small mercy of allowing her voice to add to theirs.
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