The scene unfolded as she gently flexed and humped against the flow of the jet. A tall blond with enormous tits was parading around the house in skimpy attire when a young man appeared. Stepson was having dating 'issues', needed moral support. She had a brilliant idea, hands on sex-ed! The plot was trite but the action was hot. Penny caught her breath when the young, hung stud had his glory unveiled by his kneeling guardian. "Ohmygod, so fucking gorgeous" she moaned, joining the blond on screen in praising the magnificent appendage before emptying her glass.
More than a bit envious watching it slide into the MILF's eager mouth, she settled for what oral stimulus she had at hand, grabbing the wine bottle, wrapping her lips around the opening, and wiggling her tongue inside. The wine and the warmth of the water were collaborating with the sexy footage to melt Penny's mind into a miasma of throbbing lust as the jet did its best to penetrate her slippery folds below. She tipped her head back to suckle on the bottle, briefly entertaining ideas of other exciting potential uses once it was drained.
SonnyBoy was now prone on the kitchen table, StepMILF furiously gagging herself on his turgid member with occasional breaks to take a breath and gobble his gloriously pendulous nutsack. Penny was seething, sweating, nipples painfully tight, breath ragged, throat spasming sympathetically with the spectacle onscreen. She tipped the bottle again, relishing the cool wash in her heated throat. She could feel her inner workings clamping and fluttering as she dragged herself to the high plateau from which she would steadily build to her climax.
StepMILF decided to play cowgirl, the luscious globes of her ass framing her open dripping sex as she settled down onto the pony sized prick of her young ward, spearing it thru her plump, greasy, glistening folds in a slow steady staccato. Penny considered the neck of the wine bottle again, but decided it was just a little too depraved (at least at this moment) so she took another swig, tongued a final swirl around the rim, and stood shakily to deposit it in the bucket.
She shifted to the front wall of the jacuzzi and eased the middle three fingers of her now free hand into her greedy grasping hole, then lowered herself, positioning against the jet there for maximum clitoral stimulation. The wrist angle required to give it clearance was a little awkward but Penny was not the kind of woman to be daunted by minor difficulties, especially not when she was so close to her goal. Her fingers pistoned in time to the frenzied fucking on her phone as the fluid pressure swirling against her clit and labia acted like a magic tongue.
Penny was afire with a rare lust, and the phenomenal prick pumping into the bouncing sexpot on her phone made her ache for something larger than her fingers to touch those deep inner recesses that longed for the caresses of a rampant cock. Flustered and feverish, she hit pause, set the phone down, and scurried in thru the nearby door to the master suite to retrieve her 8" silicock (the one that she always teased Marshall he needn't feel jealous of ('sometimes a girl just needs that extra inch') and the tube of waterproof lube.
Back at the jacuzzi, Penny clambered anxiously back in, took another swig from the bottle, then flipped the cap and doused her toy with a generous measure of lube. She dropped the lube in the ice bucket next to the near empty bottle, then smeared the greasy goop all over the thick black veiny shaft.
She reached for her phone and fiddled with the video controls, the slime coating her fingers complicating the operation ('fuck motherfucking touchscreen, don't fuck with me now!'); she hurriedly wiped her hand and on the towel to remove most of the clingy residue, then rewound to the moment preceding initial penetration, wanting to sync herself with the action.
She noticed the time, 4:18, again lamenting her lack of weed and noting that the twins would be out of class and in practice now; even if they came home for dinner (unlikely) she still had a good hour and a half before they would arrive home. So no need to rush, she could take her time and enjoy this like she wanted to (tho she should get that pizza cooking by 5:15, just in case). Still no update from Marshall ('hmmmmmph!') she'd check with him again after she'd serviced her vicious need.
She leaned over the jacuzzi edge and, with a practiced aim, set the tip of her toy to nuzzle her fleshy folds, then she hit play. As the action resumed onscreen, she watched again as StepMILF mounted up for her wild ride, and in perfect timing with her descent, Penny pushed the faux prick into the snug depths of her love canal. 'Oh holy fuck that's so good! Just what mama needs!' her mind proclaimed as she squeezed her thighs and PCs tight to trap the delightful intruder in place and repositioned against the jet.
The firestorm of raging libido inside consumed her as impending ovulation, inebriation, deep penetration, pulsing jets, and a/v fantasy stimulation combined forces to surge her steadily and inevitably along her path to orgasm. Somehow in the midst of it a devious thought slithered into her addled consciousness: 'I should video my cum for Marshall, that'll rock his boat and get him racing back here.' She knew it would take some deft maneuvering and split second timing to make the transition on the cusp of climax, but at this point she was feeling nigh omnipotent as the erotic impulses surged thru her.
As the carnal collisions continued on the screen, Penny kegeled like crazy, pulsing the toy's tip firmly against her cervix in perfect rhythm with the couple, the three of them linked in a frenzied upward spiral, building for what seemed an eternity encapsulated in several minutes on the counter at the bottom of the video display which was creeping up to the end, so she knew the grand finale was coming soon, and she was ready for it. A fragment of her mind was repeatedly rolling thru the steps required to capture her conclusion while the bulk of her awareness was permeated by the sweaty thrusting, slapping and moaning unfolding before her and the throbbing fullness of her cunt.
And then the moment arrived; as the StepMILF bucked and shrieked her way into her peak performance, her protege's package pulsed, his hairless hanging scrotum drew tight, and his loving tutor slipped off his cock and slammed back, wedging it firmly in her asscrack where she twerked away on it as it spewed thick spurts of pearly jizz up across her lower back and heaving cheeks.
With the grace of unnamed gods of sexual deviance, Penny executed her mentally practiced digital maneuvers with a speed and precision that would awe veteran gamers, teetering on the edge while tapping homescreen-camera-flip-video-record, then perfectly framing her image on the phone, held straining at armlength as she straightened her back to thrust her pelvis forward and spilled over into an abyss of ecstasy. A high keening wail issued from an extradimensional core of her being as her body was wracked by seizures, humping her hips hectically to mash her mound into the jacuzzi jet as the rippling spasms of her vaginal walls pulled and plunged her silicock mercilessly against the gateway of her womb.
Penny shuddered and twitched frenetically for well over a minute, lips tight in a grimace of unfathomable pleasure, chest heaving in hyperventilation, breasts jiggling, belly and ass clenching, all the while eyes locked on her mirror image, captured with near professional precision. Only then, as the fireworks streaking through her body slowly subsided and sputtered into a rosy electric static that sizzled through every fiber of her nervous system, did her focus widen enough to register the three young men frozen in awe in the open patio door.
As her eyes locked with those of her sons, Penny dissolved into a warm dark nothingness and slumped down and forward onto the edge of the jacuzzi; her phone fell from her grasp and skittered in its shockproof case toward the trio of onlookers, still recording.
***
"Listen up ladies!" Coach Symmons hollered into the locker room. The rowdy Varsity Lacrosse Team players quickly hushed and turned their attention to the diminutive despot. Tears welled up in his hard eyes as the young men gravitated in a huddle around him like iron filings round a lodestone. "I just got word that my Mama just fell off her walker and broke her hip," murmured condolences and nervous twitters brought a steely glare that shortly silenced the room, "so's seein' as I got to rush out to the re-tirement home now, you little turdknockers are going to lose the privilege of my company for the afternoon. I shouldn't have to remind you that we have some big matches coming up next weekend, so I expect you all to prioritize your training. Now's I know you snotbags can't hardly tighten your own jockstraps without my direct supervision," hushed silence, "so in honor of Mother's Day being so illustriously highlighted, today's practice is cancelled." Hoots and hollers were dashed by a piercing finger slicing a slow arc around the room, followed closely by his icy glare. "You miscreants better make sure you do something real nice for your Mamas this weekend, and give me 20 laps before you go."
Coach turned sharply on his heel and the players parted like the Red Sea to let him pass, swarming to finish dressing and head out for the track. The Collins twins were ahead of the pack (as usual), already dressed and eager to fulfill their obligation asap and get on with other recreational endeavors they had planned; the early reprieve was an unexpected boon on an already promising start of the weekend. Their best mate Chase had informed them at lunch that he'd scored a quarter of primo bud and with no matches scheduled this weekend it was a perfect time for the trio to get lit. Thanks to old Ma Symmons they would get an early start; hell, if they busted ass on the run they might even be able to light up at the official 4:20 mark!
As they circled around their first lap, side by side as usual, they pulled up on Chase who was dragging a bit to let them catch him; he picked up his pace and fell in stride alongside them. "20 laps my ass!" he laughed. "Let's cut loose and get this party started!" He always was looking for the easy way out, not quite as dedicated as the twins, but he was a natural athlete and a lethal agressor on the field, and there was no swaying him once his mind was set.
Jay, a natural negotiator, countered. "Well Coach is always stressing the importance of teamwork; let's do 20 as a team, we already got 2 covered, and 6 more from each of us will make up the difference." Jay was the Math whiz as well, interested in majoring in Physics.
"Yeah, a little exercise will open up our lungs for sweet 'Mary Jane' too," Ray added. He had a bit of a sentimental streak and, leaning toward majoring in Sports Medicine, he took his Physiology seriously.
"You two are so whipped," Chase quipped, "but I guess I'll play along for the sake of team cohesion."
The trio pushed each other hard to complete the mile-and-a-half run in under 10 min, then peeled off and sprinted for the locker room.
"Let's skip the showers and head home," Ray suggested. "We have the place to ourselves til Mom gets home. We can get high and hit the pool and the jacuzzi and probably pass for straight by the time she gets back, plus there's plenty of food to cover our munchies."
