“FUCK… I’m cumimg!” Mrs. Orton yelled.
“Me too, I’m going to cum.” Mike warned.
She wrapped her legs around his back, trapping him. Even though he was not planning going anywhere.
“Just keep fucking me. I want to cum all over your dick.” she yelled, “cum inside of me, fill my pussy with your hot cum… ohhh fuck!”
She threw her head back again, for the third time. Her body convulse with waves as she climaxed, her moist pussy filled with even more of her juices. That pushed Mike over the edge and he pounded her pussy one final time, driving as deep as he could and then holding it there. He shot load after load of hot cum into her raw pussy. Overfilled with a mixture of thier fluids, they leaked out of her pussy around his spent dick and onto the bed.
Mrs. Orton’s body had gone limp. He stepped back, his dick sliding freely from her. He fell backwards and then laid, exhausted on the floor, looking up at the ceiling. He probably could have moved, but he didn’t want to. His eyelids grew heavy and he drifted off into a light coma.
The next thing he knew was a soft lips on his lips. He opened his eyes to see that Mrs. Orton was kissing him. Her room now filled with sunlight. She was clothed in a silk bathrobe; Mike was still naked, his limp dick hanging.
“Wake up you stallion. Vicky will be home soon. You should get dressed and go downstairs. “I think at least for now; it would be best if we did not tell her anything about this.”
“I’m not stupid.” Mike replied. He stood up, about to gather his clothes.
“But does that mean, this is a one time thing?” he asked.
“You fucked me into a coma last night. I want it to be an every night thing.”
He smiled at the thought of that happening again. He looked at Mrs. Orton in her silk robe. The tie was loose, one of her breasts was clearly exposed, nipple and all.
“You got to be kidding me. Your dick is a machine. It never quits.” She said.
She looked up at him with a smile, watching in amazement as his dick grew hard just at the sight of her. He just looked back at her, now not afraid to ogle. She moved close to him and grabbed his growing dick, then began to stroke it.
“Well, I think we have time for a little fun.” She said, and then dropped to her knees to suck him.
(Few Weeks Later)
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Standing on his tippy toes, he reached up and was just able to place the star on top of the tree.
“It looks perfect!” Vicky said with excitement.
He stepped off the stool and took a look at the newly decorated Christmas tree. Vicky gave him a kiss on the cheek and disappeared back into the closet in search for more Christmas decorations.
“Yeah, good work stud.” Mrs. Orton said with a quiet voice, and then she gave him a spank on the butt. Vicky emerged from the closet only moments after, carrying a nativity scene.
This had become a little game that Mrs. Orton liked to play ever since they had given into their physical desires for one another. Vicky still had no idea that he was fucking her Mom of course. That’s what made the game fun for Mrs. Orton. Whenever she could get away with it she would tease him.
When Vicky wasn’t looking Mrs. Orton would wink at him, or blow him a kiss. If Vicky ever left the room for a moment Mrs. Orton would plant a quick hard kiss on his mouth. Shoving her tongue down his throat and then retreating quickly before her daughter returned.
Once during dinner Mrs. Orton reached underneath the table, undid his fly and slid her hand into his pants. He nervously glanced across the table to Vicky, but she didn’t seem to notice. Mrs. Orton’s thin fingers curled around his half swollen shaft and pulled it out of his jeans. The room temperature air felt refreshing on his sensitive skin but he was not relaxed.
He shifted his nervous glance from Vicky to her Mother. But Mrs. Orton did not look at him. Her attention above the table was focused on stabbing her buttered carrots with her fork and then eating them with delicate little bites. His half swollen dick quickly became fully erect in Mrs. Orton gentle grasp. Realizing that Mrs. Orton was not going to acknowledge him he scooted his chair forward, stomach against the table, making it easier for her to reach him, and also making it less likely that Vicky would notice anything unusual going on underneath the dinner table.
He felt Vicky’s foot rub against his. He looked up at her, she was smiling at him.
Very slowly and very carefully Mrs. Orton began stroking him underneath the table. He covered his whimper with a cough.
“Babe, are you okay?” Vicky asked him.
“Oh… yeah. Fine. Just choked on the broccoli.” he said, taking a sip of water while Mrs. Orton continued to stroke him.
“So Vicky, how is practice? You are the lead right dear?” Mrs. Orton asked her daughter.
As Vicky began to tell them about memorizing lines for Kate in her theatre classes rendition of Taming of the Shrew, Mrs. Orton released his hard dick. Her hand appeared above the table and reached for the butter tray. With her knife she sliced off a slab of butter seemingly for her bread. Vicky was deep in her story at this point and probably wouldn’t have noticed but, being cautious Mrs. Orton lowered her hands under the table again and instead of buttering her roll she placed the newly cut slab of butter onto her right palm. She placed the knife on the table and raised the dry roll to her lips. Meanwhile Vicky was discussing how the props are currently being made but are behind schedule. The play might have to be postponed until February.
Underneath the table Mrs. Orton placed her buttered hand on his throbbing shaft. She rubbed his twerking dick up and down, buttering it up like she had buttered the turkey for thanksgiving. The butter soon grew soft and melted from the friction, oozing between her smooth fingers and drizzling down his shaft. Her hand now slid easily up and down his buttered dick.
“Hummfff… humf” he choke on the broccoli again to cover his gasps. “Excuse me.”
Vicky continued with her story, Mrs. Orton watched her daughter intently. Apparently enthralled with her daughter’s narrative. Her hand pumping his dick as furiously as she could now without making it too obvious. At this moment, Mike began to feel the familiar sensation.
He put his utensils down and grabbed his napkin, and as inconspicuously as he could, lowered it beneath the table. Somehow picking up on the cue Mrs. Orton focused her attention on his sensitive head. Wringing his dick in her hand while continuing to pump up and down. He prayed Vicky wouldn’t notice the strained look on his face while he attempted to remain silent as he cum into his napkin underneath the table. Mrs. Orton slowed her pace but kept her pressure firm as he shot the remaining loads of cum into the dinner napkin. When finished, Mrs. Orton wiped her buttered and cum stained hand with her own napkin underneath the table. Then she continued eating like normal, as if nothing had happened, not once taking her eyes off her daughter to look at him.
“Hey Mom, look what I found.” Vicky said, bringing him back to the present. They were huddled, looking at something. Mrs. Orton laughed.
“What is it?” he asked.
They parted and made room for him. In her hands, Vicky held a small photo, framed with popsicle sticks, a string attached at the top in a loop so that it could be hung like an ornament from the tree. It was crinkled and looked a little dated. It was a family portrait with Santa Claus, minus Mr. Jackson.
Vicky couldn’t have been older than twelve or so in the photo. She sat on Santa’s lap, showing off a smile full of braces. This must have been her awkward phase. She was a cute little girl but this gave no hint to the beautiful young woman she would blossom into. A much younger Mrs. Orton stood to Santa’s right. Her blonde hair was longer than it was now. She wore a thick sweater that did its best to hide her massive melons. She held a baby in her arms. Vicky’s little sister, whom he had never met. She was currently away at boarding school. To the right of Santa stood two identical blonde girls that looked to be in their teens. They were even wearing matching outfits.
“These must be your older sisters?” he asked Vicky, pointing to the two girls.
“Yeah. Bella and Tina.” She answered.
“They used to dress alike.” Mrs. Orton said, “But then one day they decided never to wear the same thing again. If one came upstairs wearing the same shirt as the other, one of them would have to change. I think it was part of them trying to find an identity outside of their sister. The school councilor told me that was a normal thing for identical twins to go through.”
“I just can’t believe how different you look Vicky.” Mike said.
“Wait till you see his older sisters. They’ve changed even more.” Mrs. Orton said.
“Bella is the one that’s married and had a baby in June, right?” Mike asked.
“Yeah. Her baby is so adorable. I can’t wait to see him.” Vicky said.
“What about Tina? Is she married?” he asked.
“Ha-ha, heavens no. I will be shocked if that one is ever tamed.” Mrs. Orton laughed.
“You’ll get to meet them tomorrow. They are staying here for the holidays.” Vicky said.
“I look forward to it.”
But he wasn’t really looking forward to it. Three more people in the house, plus a baby, made it less likely that him and Mrs. Orton would find the time to perform their sinful ritual.