This is a direct sequel to "Two Horny Moms, Two Horny Sons" which you can find here on Literotica. It's by daniellesadvisor who passed away a few years ago. I've had the okay from his friend to continue it and, like the original, it's going to be low on plot and more about the sex. Unlike the original, I'm going to break it up into individual chapters. Everyone involved is 18 or over, by the way.
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Three Horny Moms, Four Horny Sons, One Horny Daughter
Chapter 6
When Kara answered the knock at the front door, she expected it to be her son, Paul, who'd gone out to get some groceries for her. Just before she opened it, she undid two buttons on her tight blouse, her huge tits pushing the sides apart even more than they had already, exposing her deep cleavage and the inner slopes of her massive mounds.
"Hi honey," she said with a big smile as she opened the door, before giggling in surprise as she saw her son's friend Jason standing there, his eyes wide as he gaped at her tits. "Sorry, Jason, I thought you were Paul," she said, making no attempt to cover herself.
"Ahh, no, no, Mrs Ryan, I called - - ummm, I called by - - I think I left my wallet here when I stayed over the other night," Jason stuttered.
"Well come on in and we'll see if we can find it," Kara said, stepping back and letting the handsome young man in, grinning as he kept looking at her cleavage as he went pass. "You must think I'm dreadful, greeting my son at the door dressed like this."
For the first time, Jason looked beyond the busty blonde's huge tits and realised the blouse was tucked into a black mini-skirt that barely qualified for the description it was so small. The skirt almost covered the tops of her fishnet stockings, but not by much.
"Wow - - ummm, no - - I mean you look - - ummm," Jason blushed before offering her a smile. "You look great, Mrs Ryan. I wish my mom would meet me like that."
"Really?" Kara asked. "I don't blame you, your mother's a very sexy woman. I wouldn't mind seeing her dressed like this myself," she said, winking at him, smiling as he blushed again. "Why don't you head up to the spare room and see if you can find your wallet? I'll get you a drink and bring it up."
Kara walked out to the kitchen slowly, knowing that Jason would be watching her pert ass wrapped in the tight mini-skirt. When she was out of sight, Jason shook himself and headed upstairs, aware of the growing bulge in his jeans.
He quickly checked the room he'd stayed in but as it had been tidied up since the weekend it only took a moment to realise his wallet wasn't there. He headed over to Paul's room to see if he'd left it there as the pair of them had hung out before heading to the gig.
His friend's room was a lot messier and while he didn't want to poke around too much out of respect for his friend's privacy, he thought Paul wouldn't mind if he moved a few things while looking. As he shifted a pile of freshly laundered T-shirts that had yet to be put away, he knocked the pull out shelf of the computer desk where the keyboard and mouse sat. The motion of the mouse was registered and the monitor, which had been in sleep mode, woke up, revealing Paul's screen saver.
A picture of a gorgeous, busty blonde appeared on screen, wearing black stockings, suspenders and a matching lacy bra, one cup of which was pulled down to reveal one of her enormous tits. She had her hands raised behind her head, bunching her hair up on top of her head, and a huge smile on her perfect face. Thick lines of what could only be cum coated both her face and her tits, the milky fluid dripping off her chin and running over the swells of her giant mounds, one strand hanging from her bare tit in an unbroken line to her stocking clad thigh.
It was Paul's mother, Kara.
"Jesus," Jason whispered, staring at the screen.
"Ah," Kara said from the doorway, a mug of coffee in hand, looking at the screen. "I didn't realise Paul had left his computer on."
Jason looked from the monitor to her and back.
"Jesus, Mrs Ryan," he said. "You look - - you look fucking hot," he said eventually.
"Thank you," Kara said, putting the coffee down. "Though I'm wondering why your first thought wasn't why does Paul have that picture of his mom on his computer?"
"Hell, if I had a picture of my mom like that, it'd be on my computer as well." Jason said without thinking before realising what he'd said and blushing. "You know - - I mean - - well - - you said yourself - - my mom's sexy," he said quietly.
"But honestly," Kara said with a smile, stepping closer. "A young man with a picture of his mother, semi-naked and covered in cum? It's hardly right, is it? I mean, look at it," she said, the pair of them staring at the picture on the monitor. "The only thing that would make that more depraved would be if that was Paul's cum all over me."
Jason gulped nervously as he turned to her. "Is it?" he asked quietly.
Kara nodded. "Oh yes. I dressed up for him just last week and he fucked me over and over until he came, shooting a massive load over my face and tits. Then I posed for him while he took some pictures of his cum-covered mother." She reached out and stroked the large bulge she found in the front of his jeans. "Do you think that's wrong, Jason? A son fucking his big titted mother?"
"No," Jason said with an embarrassed look. "I'm kinda jealous of him."
"Really?" Kara asked, feeling his big cock getting harder in his jeans as she rubbed it. "Jealous because Paul's fucking me? Or jealous because you want to fuck your own mom?"
