“We went out to a sex shop and bought it yesterday.” She says. “You should have seen your mom’s eyes when she saw all the toys they had.” She laughs, while grinding her clit against my pelvic bone.
“She… wants… a threesome… with… you!” Maggie pants, jouncing up and down on my cock, twisting and turning and riding me like I’m a bronco she’s trying to break. “What… do… you… think?” She asks.
“Fuck yes!” I answer, still slamming her down around my cock and bucking my hips up to meet her.
“Ohhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuucccck!” Maggie screams, clawing my shoulders as her pussy walls contract around my engorged cock. As she shakes and shivers in my arms, my cock erupts, spurting multiple loads of cum, deep inside her quivering pussy. Maggie rides out her orgasm and then lifts herself off my spent cock and collapses on the couch next to me.
“Fuck!” She says. “That should last me a couple of hours.” She laughs, lying on her back on the couch. There isn’t enough room for her to stretch out, so she spreads her legs, putting her right leg on the back of the couch behind my head and her left leg across my thighs. I stare at her splayed open pussy, dripping our juices down between her ass cheeks. Her curly, black hair is wet and matted, and her thick pussy lips are bright pink.
“Think I should shave it?” She asks, as she watches me stare at her pussy. “Your mom’s is absolutely gorgeous.”
“I like yours.” I say, combing my fingers across her bush, untangling the matted hair. “I’ve never seen so much hair on a woman before.” I answer, thinking about all the women I’ve been with since I got the transmitter. They all seem to be neatly trimmed, bald or with that fashion model racing stripe, except Nicole and her mom. Nicole may have this much hair when she’s older, if she doesn’t trim it.
“If you keep that up, we’ll never get to your dad’s office.” Maggie says, lying back on the couch with her eyes closed.
“Okay.” I say, lifting her leg off of mine and standing up. “I wonder where my mom went.”
“I didn’t mean you had to stop!” Maggie teases, reluctantly getting up from the couch. “Can we at least take a shower before we go.” She asks, hugging my back, pressing her luscious tits against me. “I’m really sticky.” She laughs.
“Sure.” I say, you take the shower in there.” I say, pointing to the master bedroom. “And I’ll take the one in here.” I say, heading down the hallway.
“Party pooper.” She smiles, as she runs her hand up and down my ass cheek.
“Hey. Let’s save something for mom, when she gets home.” I call to her. No sooner am I in the shower, soaping up my legs, than the shower door opens and Maggie steps in next to me.
“I can’t wash my back.” She says, seductively, while squirting body wash onto her hands and lathering up my chest.
“You are turning into a sex addict.” I say, as I start soaping and squeezing her pliable tits.
“I want to meet Christina.” Maggie says, as she uses both hands to lather soap on my cock and balls. My cock responds immediately and I involuntarily start humping against her slick hands.
“Why?” I ask, thrusting my soapy cock between her hands, as her fingertips fondle my balls.
“I want to see what she’s like.” She says, as one of her hands moves between my legs and starts soaping my asshole. “I want to see this rowing machine of hers.” She says, slipping one finger into my ass, just like mom did, while she vigorously strokes my cock with her other hand.
“Fuck!” I say, humping faster, enjoying the in and out finger action in my ass. Uncle Harry may not have been as kinky as everyone thinks. Or maybe I’m just as kinky, but this feels incredible.
“Besides.” Maggie says, synchronizing her finger pumping in and out of my ass, with her hand stroking my cock, so it feels like one continuous motion. “Don’t you want to get the video she took of you? You shouldn’t leave it in their hands.” She says.
“Fuck!” I yell again. I’m ready to burst. Maggie’s finger in my ass feels like it extends all the way into my cock, making it swell and throb like never before. She smiles knowingly, as I clench my ass around her finger and spurt thick streams of cum all over her arm.
“Now will you wash my back?” Maggie asks calmly, pulling her finger from my ass and rinsing my cum from her arm.
“As… soon… as… I… can… breathe… again.” I wheeze, gasping for air. Jesusfuckingchrist! I can’t remember ever cumming so hard!
After we’re washed and dressed, Maggie drives, as we head to my dad’s house to meet Christina. On the way, we make small talk and I get to know more about Maggie beyond the obvious. She was a schoolteacher before she became a stay at home mom. Maybe that’s why she enjoyed hearing about Miss Edwards. She has a Masters Degree in history and takes Tai Chi classes to stay in shape. Who knew?
“I really like your mom.” Maggie says, as she exits the interstate, near my dad’s house.
“I could tell.” I smile, watching her shapely legs, as she moves from the gas pedal to the break.
“Not like that!” She says. “Well, yeah, like that, but that’s not what I meant.” She looks at me. “I mean she’s a very good person and I think we should do something to that bimbo who displaced her.” She says, angrily.
“Well, according to my dad, mom kicked him out and he just ended up with Christina.” I say, not sure why I’m defending her. “You know she was just 18, my age now, when my dad started fucking her.” As I say this, I realize the implications of this for Maggie and I. “I guess that’s not much different than us, huh?” I point to my dad’s house.
“Not really.” She says, patting my thigh. “But I think I understand why it upsets you.” She says, turning into my dad’s driveway. “Wow! This is some place. I think your mom needs a piece of this.” Maggie states emphatically and it suddenly hits me that we’ve been looking at this problem with dad all wrong. Mom doesn’t have to give dad anything. She should get half of what dad makes, if they’re still married.