Please enjoy the second chapter of this story. Shirley is struggling, trying to come to grips with having fucked Jason, her son, and is determined to put an end to it. Despite the High School setting, this particular lot of horny characters are all at least eighteen years old. A special thanks my volunteer editor, StoryPal —
Taylor VanCannon
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"You awake?" John asked, nudging her.
Shirley heard his voice, but it made no sense. Jason had his face buried in her snatch and she was on the verge of cumming. She ignored it and returned her focus to the tongue lashing at her clit.
"Honey?"
There it was again. Jason didn't react to the voice, didn't he hear his dad? What the fuck!
Without warning, Jason vanished, gone, and that voice, what was it doing here? Startled, she opened her eyes to see her husband leaning over her. "What..."
"Are you dreaming? I hope I didn't ruin it for you."
She struggled to remember, was she dreaming? She stretched her arms out, touching her crotch out of habit. Wet! Whatever it was, it must have been good.
John nuzzled her neck, tickling her with his stubby whiskers, whispering, "Awake?"
"Uh huh," she croaked, her throat dry and raspy. She shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs.
He snuggled up against her warm body, pressing his hard cock into her thigh.
Finally awake and aware of his cock, she asked, "Morning wood? For me?"
He responded by reaching for her breast while gently humping her thigh.
"Mmmm, I like where you're going," she said, pushing back against his cock, "but give me just a sec, I'll be right back."
She took a moment to relieve herself, splash some water on her face and brush her teeth. Better she thought, still surprised that she woke up aroused. Whatever she dreamt about was a faded memory that she couldn't bring back into focus. She removed her nightgown and returned to John, determined to avoid a repeat of yesterday morning's frustration.
She caught his gaze as she walked towards the bed. "You like?" she asked, stopping to give him an eyeful of her naked body, placing her hands on her hips and thrusting them forward, drawing his attention to her untrimmed red muff.
"You're beautiful," he replied, "and so sexy."
Her bright red hair cascaded around her freckled face, resting on her fair skinned shoulders. She lifted her modest tits for John, erasing the toll age had taken and thumbed the hard, protruding nipples that capped off her very large areola. What she lacked upstairs, she made up for downstairs, with a broad well-rounded ass. After all these years, it still made for a very sexy package.
"What's your favorite, my little tits or my big ass?" She turned, flashing her ass, shaking it gently from side to side. "Or this?" she asked, spreading her cheeks just enough for him to get a quick peek of her asshole. In the back of her mind, she was formulating a plan to offer him her ass in return for sucking her off. There was no way he could screw that up.
"Mmmm," he replied, "you know I like your big ass, and that gorgeous Harley tramp stamp. That brings back some memories, doesn't it?"
"It does, but you didn't answer my question." Where had those days gone? Once a biker chick, proudly perched on the back of John's Harley, she loved showing off her tattoo. However, once the twins were born, it annoyed her every time she saw it in the mirror. Hell, the kids didn't even know she had it, that's how careful she was to keep it covered.
"Right, okay... this morning, I think I'll go with the asshole," he replied, giving her a wide grin.
"Suck me off, nice and slow, and it's all yours."
His eyes lit up like he'd just won the lottery. His finger had been up her ass many times, but never his cock. She had no idea the prospect of fucking her in the ass would elicit that level of excitement. Unable to contain his enthusiasm, he nodded his head exuberantly.
She stretched out on the bed, spread eagled and crooked her finger to motion him forward. He obliged, kneeling between her legs and diving headfirst into her red, furry muff.
"Yes baby, that's nice," she cooed, "but take your time, my ass isn't going anywhere. I want to enjoy this."
He obliged, licking her slowly from top to bottom.
Oh yeah, this was going to be good, having her husband bow at the altar of her pussy. Impressed with the image she had just conjured up, she urged him on with a soft moan whenever his tongue got near her clit.
She took enormous pleasure in the gentle strokes of his tongue, ever so slowly nudging her towards an orgasm.
Out of the blue, Jason crept into her mind, in the buffalo costume, bent down behind her, licking her crack. Just that brief image of her son instantly brought her to the edge of a powerful orgasm. Unable to hold back, she grabbed John's head and forced her hips up into his face, mashing her clit against his tongue as an orgasm washed over her rigid body.
She shrieked as he kept at it, prolonging her pleasure until she finally collapsed back into the bed, totally relaxed. She lay still, reveling in the afterglow of her orgasm, as John moved up and kissed her, probing her mouth with his tongue.
"That was quick, I thought you wanted to take your time?"
"Mmmm," she lied, embarrassed that Jason had more to do with her quick orgasm than her husband, "You were just too good this morning." Intoxicated by the taste of her own juices, she maneuvered herself under his hard cock, drawing him into her slippery cunt. As Jason faded from her thoughts, she focused on her husband's cock, gently filling her. Mmmm, she thought, aroused again, maybe this time I can get off again, nice and slow.
"Wait," John said, "I thought I was going to... well, you know..."
"Patience," she said, knowing John was not to be denied, "I just want you nice and wet for me. In fact, get the lube out of the nightstand, we can use that too."
She felt him slip out of her, along with her chances for another orgasm, when he reached for the lube. Giving up, she kept her shoulders flat on the bed, rolled up on her hip and tucked both legs up to one side, exposing her ass to him. Knowing it would drive him wild, she pulled on one cheek, opening her crack up to his gaze.
He was mesmerized by the thin trail of red curls that extended the length of her crack. "Oh baby, that looks so good." He spread some goo along her crack before pressing a finger into her asshole.
""Ahhh," she said, wiggling her butt to accommodate it. "Is this little hole what you wanted?"
"Uh huh," he said, momentarily locking eyes with her before returning his gaze to her ass.
"Try two fingers," she whispered.
He pressed in a second finger, working it past her tight sphincter. "Tell me you like that babe."
"For you, I like it," she said. Her apprehension about taking his cock up her ass faded as his fingers aroused her, reigniting her desire to cum again. "Put some lube on my hand."
She stroked his cock, coating it with the slippery goo.
"Ohhh," he pleaded, "don't make me cum before it even happens."
She giggled, releasing his cock, "Does that mean no dirty talk?"
"Maybe just a little, but I'm so horny right now..."
She pulled tighter on her cheek, stretching open her tight little pucker for him. "Stuff that hard cock in my ass, I want it so fucking b—"
