I was more than willing to keep the party going by sucking, licking and fucking everyone again – and again if needed – but after two rounds the boys seemed spent and exhausted. While the boys, except for my Andy, started putting their clothes back on, Jessie asked if she could take a quick shower. I led her to the bathroom, showed her where she could find towels, shampoo and conditioner, and then headed back down - still butt naked.
In the two minutes I had accompanied Jessie to the bathroom, and come back down, all the boys had apparently left. With their balls properly drained, I guess none of them wanted to stick around for nervous chitchat and awkward silences.
Andy, who still hadn't bothered putting his clothes back on, walked up to me, and whispered, "Mom, can I eat your pussy?"
Pleasantly surprised and still aroused, I smiled and said, "Of course you can honey, but your friends... they've all been inside of me, and I haven't..."
"I know, it's okay mom, I want to eat you, just as you are," he said.
He took my hand and guided me towards the big couch. I sat down, reclined and spread my legs, as he got on his knees and put his mouth on my battered cunt. He started off with a slow, careful lick, but once he got in the spirit of things, he began licking and munching with an amazing appetite, lapping up and swallowing all the spunk he came across. From the looks of things, he really liked the taste. Was my boy a little cumslut too?
He had his perverted tongue deep in my twat – cleaning my pussy from the inside – when Jessie came down and entered the room fully dressed, several minutes later. When she saw me, on the couch, holding my own legs up as high as I could, with Andy eating me out, she didn't even blink. I had half expected her to run out, or at least show some embarrassment, but she didn't.
Instead, she walked right up to us and said, "Andy, I've been thinking, and I would like to do this again."
Andy popped his head up, looked at her – his face wet from my juices, and his friends' cum – and said, "You would?"
She nodded and whispered, coyly, "I guess I like being a slut."
"You what?" he asked, unwilling to believe he had heard her correctly.
Jessie glanced over at me, then back at Andy and then slowly squatted down next to him, lowering her head in between my legs and repeated, giving my twat a gentle lick after each and every word, "I [lick] guess [lick] I [lick] like [lick] being [lick] a [lick] slut [lick] for [lick] you, [lick] your [lick] mom [lick] and [lick] every [lick] one [lick] of [lick] your [lick] friends!"
When she looked back up, her attention was drawn to Andy's cock, which had become fully erect again, due to her little performance. She smiled and thought for a moment.
"Tell you what," she said, gently pushing his head towards my twat again, "You put your mouth where it belongs, and I'll do the same with mine!"
As Jessie bent her head down towards his cock, Andy slowly began licking me again, putting his knees further apart to give our guest more room to maneuver. It was a very uncomfortable and submissive position, but it suited her.
With Jessie sucking on his big, hard cock, Andy's concentration declined somewhat, and although he still licked and sucked with a lot of zeal, his heart simply wasn't in it anymore. And, when Jessie made him cum a few minutes later, and took his sperm into her willing mouth, he lost interest all together and simply collapsed on the floor.
"I really hope you're okay with all this, Mrs. S," she whispered as she smiled up at me, "I don't wanna come between you and Andy... I know my place!"
"Do you?" I asked, as I briefly glanced in between my still wide open legs.
"I do," she replied, as she bent her head down, and continued what my son had started. Contrary to Andy, this little slut seemed to have a lot of experience, and had me moaning and trashing in just a few minutes. I came in her face, which she seemed totally fine with.
I would have returned the favor, but she beat me to the punch and swiftly crawled over to Andy, giving him a peck on the cheek and whispered, "See you later, birthday boy!"
Then, she got up and waved politely at me – my wetness still on her pretty little face – as she headed towards the back door and walked out. I grabbed the remote and flicked through the channels until I found a cooking show I liked.
Almost twenty minutes later, I suddenly noticed Andy's cock becoming erect again. When I looked down at his face, I realized why. He was blatantly staring in between my wide open legs, at my pussy. A few moments later, he noticed me looking at him and we gazed into each other's eyes for about ten seconds.
Suddenly horny as fuck again, he got on his knees and crawled over to me, tugging his dick. I watched him put his head in between my legs, and then felt his warm tongue against my pussy, as he started going down on me again. Although I wasn't the least bit horny, I let him do his thing, while I turned my attention back to my cooking show.
Except for a gentle caress on the head once in a while, I barely paid him any attention. I didn't touch him anywhere else, I didn't look at him, and I said nothing to encourage him. After licking me for quite some time – at least ten minutes – he arched his back and shot his load on the floor, adding it to all the fuck juices already there.
Needless to say, he was out like a light after that. He barely made it to the other couch, where he fell asleep almost immediately. When my cooking show was over, I covered him up with a blanket and headed upstairs, to take a hot shower, before turning in.
As soon as I woke up the next morning, I was horny as fuck, and found myself playing with my clit before I had even opened my eyes. Surprisingly enough, I felt no shame or remorse... just lust. Remembering that I had left Andy on the couch downstairs, I quickly hopped out of bed and threw on a sleeping shirt.
When I walked into the living room, I was surprised to see him wide awake and texting on his phone, his left hand casually pumping his fat morning erection.
"Morning," he said as he briefly glanced up at me. The fact that he didn't even stop masturbating, amused me for some reason. I liked how comfortable we'd gotten around one another, in this very short time.
Thanks to this new dynamic, I didn't need to pretend I had come down for anything else than his hard cock. I walked up to the couch and straddled him. He briefly glanced up at me, but quickly turned his attention back to his texting, as he 'allowed' me to slide my ridiculously wet twat over his cock.
"Who [moan] are you [moan] texting?" I asked, as I slowly started fucking him.
"Gordon and Reese," he replied. I gave him a confused look.
"Jeez mom. You fucked them yesterday [moan]," he said.
"You're going to [moan] have to be a little [moan] more specific," I grinned.
"Never mind... slut," he groaned, fighting a smile.
"So [moan] what do they [moan] want?" I asked.
"I invited them over this afternoon to [moan] play some video games," he replied. I waited, realizing there had to be something more to it than that, for him to be jacking off while texting.
