I heard the key in the lock, and tried to push Veronica off me, but she was gasping and way too far into her orgasm to care about what was going on around her. I was caught. I saw flashes, probably camera bulbs as the scandal hit the front pages...would I become a running joke on ESPN? Letterman? I held my breath.
"Geez, Ronnie, I can hear you all the way down the back hall! It's a wonder you don't have an audience by now!" a female voice said from behind me.
"But, mom, I had to have him! I've told you how much of a crush I had when I was young."
Mom? Told? My head was spinning. Both heads. Veronica hadn't stopped bouncing on my hard cock during the exchange, and now she was grinding her clit against my abdomen like she was trying to rub it off.
"Mommm," she panted. "He's so hard...and soooo big, just like I thought."
I craned my neck around and looked at Mrs. Belton. An older version of Veronica, for sure, but with green eyes, auburn hair and a wicked grin.
"Ummmm, hi?" was all I managed.
She looked down on me with a mixture of amusement and interest. "Hello yourself, Mr. Scout. I'm Holly Belton. Is my daughter having her way with you?"
I coughed lightly at the rhetorical question. "Ah, you see, I can explain..."
"Oh, there's no explanation necessary, Mr. O' Neill. Ronnie and I are very open about what she does. She inherited her mother's incredible sex drive."
I noticed that she wasn't looking at me, rather, looking at where my cock was imbedded in her gorgeous daughter's pussy. I followed her gaze. Veronica's puffy red lips had a vice-like grip on my stiff cock, and clear juice rested on the insides of her thighs and mine. Veronica's eyes were closed as she ground herself harder into me. I started thrusting for no other reason than it was what my cock told me I should be doing.
Mrs. Belton came around the front of the couch, and I got to drink her in for the first time. She was stunning. About 5'7'' wearing tight jeans and a grey cashmere sweater that did nothing to hide the fact that she had huge tits. Slim, yet not almost bony like her daughter. No, Holly Belton was a woman.
A woman that was slowly taking off her cashmere sweater. A matching grey bra was straining to contain those huge jugs. She shook her long auburn tresses out, and her tits swayed back and forth, heavy, yet firm. She squeezed them together with her arms and said, "If you like my daughter's C cups, I'm sure you'll LOVE these double Ds!"
I did love them. So much, my mouth was watering at the sight.
Veronica hadn't stopped, and was now starting to bounce up and down on my even harder cock, grunting with each time down. "FUCK, fuck, FUCK, fuck...oooooo! It's harder, mommy!"
"Is it?" Holly said. "He must like your mother's tits." With that, she swayed her hips over to the couch, unbuckling her bra, freeing her huge mounds and smothering my face in them.
I reached up, holding those savory mammaries in my hands and sucking the big, brown nipples one at a time, nipping them lightly with my teeth.
"Ohhh, that's good, Mr. O'Neill. Bite them lightly. I love having a man pay careful attention to them, they can be so sensitive when I'm horny, and listening to my daughter fuck you made me ever so horny!"
