“Fair enough,” Mom said, as she quickly threw off her skimpy clothing, revealing she’d had nothing underneath but the black thigh highs and a body even hotter than I’d ever imagined.
“Now get over here and eat my asshole,” she ordered.
“He’s gone?” Mom asked, disappointed.
“Yeah, he deposited his load in my ass and left,” Mrs. Grady said.
“Shoot,” Mom said, as she moved to Mrs. Grady and dropped behind her. “He left cum everywhere!”
“Clean it up,” Mrs. Grady ordered, as I filmed Mom eating my cum… easily the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed, and I’d just experienced a week-long marathon of hot shit.
“Yes, Mistress,” Mom said, as she added, “I could go spelunking in here, he really gaped your ass.”
“Like I said, biggest dick ever,” she crowed as she felt my Mom’s tongue in her ass. “Oh yes, eat my asshole and slurp up all that yummy cum.”
“So good,” Mom moaned, as she tongued deep inside Mrs. Grady’s wide-open ass.
My cock was hard again… part of me wanted just to sneak out, creep up behind her and fuck her, but again I resisted the temptation.
“Get your tongue way up my shit hole, slut,” Mrs. Grady ordered.
Mom ate my cum and her asshole for a couple of minutes before Mrs. Grady turned around, hopped up onto the counter and asked, “Hungry, slut?”
“Famished,” Mom said, as she stood up and bent down, giving me an amazing look at her ass (which was almost porcelain white and not athletic, but just round and fleshy enough to jiggle when she walked and make a good couple of handfuls), and buried her face in the black pussy.
“That’s it slut,” Mrs. Grady moaned, “eat my cunt.”
“I love this cunt,” Mom crooned, as she hungrily lapped the sweet sushi.
Then for a few minutes I watched Mom eating cunt.
I listened to Mrs. Grady’s moans increasing until she grabbed Mom’s head and began grinding her face up and down on it as she looked right at me, grinning.
I smiled back as I filmed her orgasm at the tongue of my Mother. “Yes, eat my cum, bitch.”
Mom didn’t stop licking until Mrs. Grady let go of her head and asked, “Want to get fucked?”
“Is your cunt delicious?” Mom asked.
“So I’m told,” she smiled, as she hopped off the counter and ordered, “Hands and knees, slut.”
Mom obeyed.
“Crawl into the bedroom,” Mrs. Grady ordered, offering me a great look at my Mom on all fours, her ripe peach showing clearly below her curvy ass cheeks as she crawled away.
I could follow and watch Mom get fucked, or head to my debate meeting… I sighed. And in the hardest thing I ever had to do, I crept out of the house as I heard Mrs. Grady order, “On the bed on all fours, dildo slut.”
I headed out and drove to the debate meeting… my balls desperate for another release.
Nine o’clock that night, I stopped by Ms. Chan’s house and deposited a load.
She asked, “So have you fucked your Mother yet?”
“Wednesday,” I said.
“Once she’s your slut, I want to taste her pussy,” she said.
“That can be arranged,” I agreed, “although she seems more of a pussy eater.”
I headed home and was surprised to find Mom was in bed already… maybe Mrs. Grady had fucked the shit out of her.
Monday, October 29th: Day 8 of Project Mother Fucker
Like most mornings, I deposited a load in Ms. Chan’s coffee.
At noonish I arrived at Mrs. Dieks’ for a lunchtime deposit. As she sucked my cock, her phone rang.
“Get it,” I told her.
“But it’s my husband,” she objected, standing up.
“Answer it anyway,” I ordered.
“Why?” she asked.
“Do you want my cock in your ass?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Then answer it and get back to sucking while you talk to him,” I said, orchestrating something I always found hot in porn movies.
“Hi, honey,” she said, as she dropped back down in front of me.
I pointed to my cock and she told her husband, “Just snacking on some lunch,” before taking my cock in her mouth.
I smiled at her descriptive answer.
The phone was at her ear as she slowly swapped bobbing and conversing.
“Sausage,” she answered.
A couple more bobs.
“I’m going for a workout next.”
A few more bobs.
“I’m hoping to really work my ass off,” she said, each response a naughty one in response to the oblivious husband’s questions.
A few more bobs.
“I’m not sure,” she answered, pausing for a quick bob, “Maybe your reception sucks.”
I stifled a laugh.
A couple more bobs before she answered, “Mmmm-hmmm,” still sucking.
“I don’t know, it’s a hard decision,” she answered.