Stacy stood under the threshold like a nightclub bouncer who just happened to be a cute 18-year old girl. I knew this would be my last sight, for Stacy would surely kill us both in a mad rage at any moment. It wasn't a bad sight either. Surely better than the front of a speeding train or jagged rocks one hundred feet below. I stared back at my longtime friend and I began to realize that if her mom, who's ass my cock was still engorged inside of, had not been the object of my lust, well then, Stacy and I may just have worked.
Stacy merely stared back at me. She had smiled when I had first looked up, but the expression had merely swept across her face like a soft breeze, allowing her stoic gaze to return.
She's flipped. I thought. That's why she smiled.
For what seemed like an eternity, no one spoke. Then Stacy's lips parted and broke the silence.
"Well, well." She said, tilting her head to the side again, "I was wondering how long it would take you two."
What did she say? I stammered, and began to try to free myself from her mom's ass.
"Don't you dare move." Stacy said sharply, pointing a finger directly at me, and I froze, my cock halfway out. I could not see Kirston's face, but it sounded almost as if she were grinning, if it is at all possible to hear a grin.
But why? Nervous laughter? She was just in as much trouble as I was. Stacy walked slowly into the room, and I wondered if she had picked up any moves from her mom. She seemed to saunter, her hips moving her in the direction she wanted to go. She reached the end of the bed and sat down in such a meticulous manner as if trying not to disturb the position of the two naked people before her.
What a stupid thought. She's just getting closer for the kill. Surely she has some concealed weapon on her that...
"Well?" Stacy said impatiently.
I cleared my throat and tried to speak. "Um...what?"
"Aren't you going to continue?"
At this point I did hear Stacy's mom. She moaned a long pleasurable moan and wiggled her ass so that I could feel the sensations spiraling through my cock.
"Stacy?" I asked, utterly confused.
"Yes?"
"Um, aren't you mad?"
Stacy sat on the side of her bed, her hands in her lap and I could tell she was thinking of how to answer the question.
"Yes Jordan, I was upset. I know you've had a crush on my mom for a long time now, but I didn't know for sure until this afternoon when you were so totally obvious about it." She paused, bit her lower lip and looked down at her hands. "I have always wanted to be more than your friend Jordan, and you made it clear today that you only wanted my mom."
I was still confused. If Stacy was so upset, why hadn't she thrown me out of her room by now? And why calmly confess these things to me in front of her mom? Was she trying to tell both of us something? I had so many questions, but before I could start asking them, Stacy's mom spoke. I could feel her velvety voice through her back and against my chest. Like her daughter's voice, it was calm, without a mild trace of tension.
"So she let you Jordan." She said. "My little girl wanted you so much that she let you have her own mother."
What??
Then Stacy spoke again. "When I left you in the pool and came inside the house I was really angry. I was sobbing...just a wreck. I decided to finally approach mom about everything. I told her how frustrated I was with the whole situation, how I felt about you, and that I finally knew without a doubt that you wanted to...well...I was shocked when mom suggested this plan."
