The Neighborhood: Family Vacation
( All characters portrayed in the story, whether specifically identified as such or not, are over the age of 18. Hopefully this offering will make up for the second installment, which was not as well received as I'd hoped. Enjoy.)
As he sat on the back porch, having the third beer of the evening, Mark Jordan reflected that life didn't get much better than this. The nineteen year old college sophomore was home for the summer after having a solid first year as a pre-med student and he had so far enjoyed every second of his break.
Mark lived with his mom Vivian and kid sister Kim, who was one year younger than he. He was handsome and smart and wanted for nothing. He stood just over 6 feet tall with short, brown hair and brown eyes and kept his lean, 180 pound frame in shape with a lot of running and some weight lifting. His father had left the family for his trollop of a secretary years ago and in retrospect, that was the best thing that could have happened for them all. No one had been happy in that prior arrangement. Mark could tell in the few times he had spoken to his father, that he was also happy, even after the slut had left him for another sugar daddy.
"Does it get any better than this Mom?" Mark asked Vivian, who had also joined him on the porch. While Mark was sucking down longnecks, his mom was busy sucking something else entirely!
Vivian Jordan, the thirty eight year old mother of Mark and Kim, was at the present time kneeling on a folded up towel at the feet of her son. The top of her yellow bikini was discarded besides her allowing her big 38DD tits to swing beneath her. Her little frame, only 5 feet in height, was still curvaceous, what with the aforementioned boobs, her curvy, child bearing hips and round ass which jutted out as she bent over her son. Her short, bobbed brown hair was tucked behind both of her ears, while her shimmering green eyes were locked on her son's face. Vivian had high cheekbones and a tiny nose. Beneath her nose curved a full pair of lips which currently cradled her only son's thick cock. Vivian was avidly sucking the monstrosity, plunging her hot mouth three-quarters of the way down the ten inches. During the time since Mark had been home and their family dynamic had been turned on its ear (see prior stories), she had become quite adept at accommodating his size, though she still couldn't deep throat it. Mark, for his part, was definitely not complaining.
This was the part of the day he most looked forward to. He had recently started cleaning pools around the neighborhood and was usually out of the house before anyone else awoke. Since he and his mom and his sister had all become intimate with each other, Mark had enjoyed the many pleasures their sexy bodies afforded him. However, since striking off on his own to earn a little spending money, the time between their encounters was stretching out too long for Mark's libido. Not that he was cleaning pools with a constant erection. To the contrary, he had found several local ladies that were more than happy to have the well hung teen service more than their pools. But mom, dear old mom, was still his favorite. Not only because the whole Oedipal issue really got his juices flowing, but the fact that his mom was the sweetest, sexiest woman he had ever been around. Their relationship had grown closer than Mark thought possible in this time.
With a wet smack, Vivian drew her mouth off of her son and smiled up at him, while jacking him back and forth. Vivian of course loved her son very much and felt so lucky that he had turned out to be such a good kid and the fact that he was a tremendous lover was just a bonus. She had slipped into a rut of just being a mother after her divorce, so the awakening of her desires had improved her moods and outlook exponentially. She too looked forward to Mark's arrival home each evening, for while she had the every ready Kim at her disposal during the day, as well as Kim's best friend Nancy Taylor, it was her son that she really let herself loose with. After Mark had opened the flood gates a month ago, there had been many opportunities for her to sleep with other men, some of which she had taken and instantly regretted, so more and more she found that she was "saving" herself only for her son.
Mark took another sip of his beer and set the bottle on the patio table. He reached down and caressed his mother's face while she smiled up at him. When he sat back again, she resumed her ministrations, skimming her full lips up and down his length, then popping the head in her mouth for a few quick sucks. She pulled back slightly and licked the oozing slit at the top, teasing a strand of cum backwards. Mark's eyes were beginning to glaze over, so she knew he had to be getting close. She pulled further back and began to brush her soft, round boobs back and forth across his cock.
Mark hissed in a lungful of breath as he felt his mother's stiff nipples graze his rock hard dick. He still hadn't gotten over how big and firm they were, especially to be almost 40! Not that he didn't enjoy fucking and sucking younger girls, but the attention and care the more mature women in his life took with their bodies was unmatched. Mark reached down and cupped the two big mounds, reveling in their pliable texture. He thumbed the twin turrets, then separated the globes and slotted his shaft in between them. Vivian grinned at him as he began to purposefully thrust up and down.
"Do you ever get tired of fucking these saggy old tits?"
Mark threw his head back and laughed while not missing a single stroke.
"Saggy? Not a chance Mom. Your tits are perfect! I can't imagine what these must have looked like when you were my age!"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" she giggled. Vivian then leaned down and swiped her tongue across the thrusting head. She suddenly felt Mark's rhythm change and raised her eyes to his to see them rolling back in his head. She swiftly pulled back and clamped her fingers at the base of his lurching tool.
"Oww! Damn mom! I was right there!"
"I know you little shit!" she laughed. "You've had three beers and you were about to go and leave me hanging! Typical man!" Mark grinned sheepishly. They both knew that he was more than capable of getting it up time and again, but it had been a long day and...He suddenly noticed his mom getting to her feet.
"Hey! Whoa, where you going?" Vivian just smiled and bent at the waist, her tits dangling, to remove her skimpy bikini bottom.
"Right on top of you. Get ready for the ride of your life cowboy." Vivian congratulated herself for the umpteenth time in purchasing patio furniture without armrests as she straddled her sitting son. The chairs were just the right height for her to stand over him and point his tower at her slot. She wrapped her tiny fingers around his mighty shaft and steadied herself with her right hand on his strong shoulder. Moving his cock back and forth, she parted her cunt lips and wet him for entry. She then began to slowly lower herself on his stake.
Mark's head lolled back at the first searing contact with his mother. She was always so hot and wet, literally baking him as she slowly bounced downwards. He lifted his hands to cradle and support the jiggling boobs dancing before his eyes. Leaning forward, he sucked a mouthful of tit flesh into his mouth, his tongue dancing over the rubbery nipple.
"Oh, Mark, baby, that feels so good," Vivian purred as she sank further and further down, his attention to her sensitive tits heightening the pleasure. Presently, her ass met his thighs and she surmised that she had about eight of his ten inches throbbing inside her. Perfect, she thought and then placing both hands on his shoulders, began to ride him.
Vivian's body trembled as she fucked her son mercilessly. Her glute and thigh muscles flexed and contracted as she repeatedly raised and lowered herself. She could feel her juices flowing out of her and caking his thighs and crotch. No wonder she always felt so thirsty afterwards, she was probably dehydrated from being so wet, she laughed to herself.
For several minutes, the horny mom would bounce until she could tell that her son was on the verge and then slow until his passion had abated somewhat. During this time, Mark kept at his feasting on her sumptuous chest, covering every inch of her tits with his tongue and lips. When she felt her legs begin to tire, Vivian came to rest in his lap and circled her hips around, rooting the long cock inside of her.
"You ready to cum baby?" she asked. Mark didn't remove his face from between her tits to answer.
