Wild Week Chapter 6 (family fun)

CHAPTER 6 : Still Wednesday

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Gayla was still dazed as Roger pulled her up from the bed. He leaned his head down and kissed her passionately on the mouth, his hands sliding down her bare back to squeeze her ass cheeks. Feeling wobbly on her high heels, Gayla clung to his neck with both arms, sucking on his probing tongue. He led her by the hands over to the coffee table in front of the love seat. Art and Holmes were seated together, both still naked, drinking bottles of beer. He turned her to face them and pressed up against her back, wrapping his arms around her to fondle her large breasts as he kissed and nibbled her neck and shoulders. She arched her back and placed her hands over his on her tits, feeling his hard cock pressed against her buttocks.

Roger reached down with one hand, squatting slightly, to guide his upturned prick between the cheeks of her ass, finding her still slick asshole. Gayla stiffened with apprehension, but then sighed with relief as his long, thin cock slid easily into her butt, a comfortable fit after the reaming Holmes had given her. Roger reached around to finger her hairless pussy as he began to fuck her ass in an easy rhythm. He continued to kiss her neck and nip lightly at her earlobes, his left hand cupping one heavy tit, his right stroking her cum soaked pussy lips. Gayla felt strong throbs of pleasure, now that she her pussy was shaved bald, the sensations seemed to be stronger as his fongers stroked and probed her dripping hole. Through slitted eyes, she looked at the men on the love seat in front of her. Holmes held his cock in his hand, already getting hard again, as he watched the action, grinning and occasionally sipping from his beer. Art merely stared, holding his bottle in both hands, seemingly forgotten.

Roger’s thrusts gradually became more urgent. He spread her feet wide apart with his own and pushed her upper body forward, bending her at the waist. She leaned forward and placed her palms flat on the coffee table in front of her to keep her balance, her large breasts swinging heavily as his pounding pelvis smacked into her meaty ass cheeks. He reached around and underneath her with both hands to spread her pussy lips and tickle her exposed clitoris with a fingertip moistened in her juices. After several minutes in this position, Gayla could feel another orgasm building within her loins. She cried out as she came in a rush, her arms and legs giving out beneath her. She collapsed onto the coffee table, carrying Roger down with her, his hands grasping her hips and his cock still pumping, never missing a stroke.

Gayla lay panting with her eyes closed, her breasts mashed against the cool wood of the tabletop, being rocked by Roger’s pounding thrusts. She felt hands lift her head, and opened her eyes to see Holmes’ giant hard-on staring her in the face. He rubbed the great purple cockhead over her lips and she opened her mouth wide to let it in. It was too big to get much more than the head in, her lips only making it to about an inch behind the ridge. She grasped the thick shaft in both hands, pumping it as she sucked and licked the huge head. Meanwhile, Roger continued to piston his skinny dick into her asshole as fast as he could, and after about five minutes of frenzied fucking, he arched his back and came, shooting his load up her ass.

Roger pulled his rapidly softening dick out of her ass and stumbled over to collapse into the easy chair, gasping for breath, his nearly bald head running with sweat. Holmes stood and came around the table to lift her in his arms, showing surprising strength in his gangly form. As he carried her to the bed, Gayla held on around his neck, burying her head tiredly into his chest. He laid her on the bed and climbed on to crouch between her legs. “Do you mind if I take these off?” he asked, reaching for her stocking tops. “I like to feel skin.” She lifted her leg as he unhooked the garter and rolled the stocking to her ankle, pulling it off along with her shoe and dropping them over the side of the bed. After he had done the same with the other leg, Gayla braced her feet and lifted her hips off the bed, pulling the garter belt around to unhook it and toss it to the floor also.

Gayla looked up at him. She didn’t find him attractive at all, but that tremendous cock had its own appeal, and he was young enough to be her son, which was a thrill in itself. She reached down and spread her pussy lips as he stroked his cock. “Come on, give me that big cock,” she said throatily. “Fuck me.” Holmes spat into his hand and rubbed it over the head of his cock, then moved forward to place the tip against her hairless vulva, rubbing it up and down her slit. Gayla wrapped her legs around his bony hips and dug her heels into his ass, pulling him to her, his oversized cock stretching her pussy wide as it entered. “Oh God, it’s fucking huge!” she moaned as it slid into her inch by inch.

He reached out with both hands to paw her tits, squeezing and shaking them as he began to rock his hips back and forth, fucking her in long slow strokes. He bent over her, burying his face between her breasts, kissing and sucking the soft white flesh, occasionally pausing to suck hard, leaving a livid purple mark. He pushed her quivering tits together, licking his way from one stiff nipple to the other, causing her to hiss and dig her fingernails into his back at the stinging pain in the one Art had bitten. She locked her feet together behind his back and bucked her pelvis up to meet his thrusting hips, urging him to a faster pace.

“Oh yes! That’s it!” she exclaimed as his ten inch plus cock plunged into the depths of her vagina faster and faster. “Fuck me! Fuck me good!” He squeezed her tits hard and sucked both thick nipples into his mouth at once as he pounded her hot cunt. “Oh God! Oh God!” she screamed, grabbing handfuls of his hair and pulling hard. “I’m cuming! I’m cummmmiinnngg!” She humped frenziedly against him as spasms wracked her body, her juices flooding over his driving shaft.

As her orgasm subsided, she dropped her feet to the bed, trying to catch her breath, but Holmes kept humping at the same pace, affording her no rest. He rose up away from her, fucking her pussy at a different angle, watching her big tits roll on her chest. After several minutes of this position, he lifted her legs, bringing her feet up over his shoulders. He then leaned forward, supporting himself on his hands and toes, bending her nearly double, his cock penetrating even deeper. She grunted as he felt his huge dick pierce her cervix.

Gayla felt light headed, breathing hard, whimpering each time his huge prick slammed into her. Looking down between their bodies, she watched his incredible dick slide in and out of her clinging pussy, stroke after stroke, looking impossibly large. She couldn’t believe it would all fit inside her, but with each thrust his pelvis smacked into hers, burying the entire shaft deep into her belly, pushing into the entrance to her womb.

Gayla gasped for breath, thinking, God, will he never come? But he just kept pumping and pumping, faster and faster, until her pussy lips were a blur, rolling in and out with the jackhammer thrusts of his prick. For long minutes he kept up the furious pace, gradually building her up to another climax. She was beyond speech, reduced to a whimpering, grunting animal as another intense orgasm wracked her body. Just as she was cumming, Holmes jerked his cock out of her spasming cunt and threw her legs to the sides, leaping up to straddle her chest and shove his twitching cockhead into her open mouth. He jerked off frenziedly, filling her mouth with spurting cum. Gayla held the semen in her mouth, breathing heavily through her nose until he finished and removed his penis, then she swallowed desperately between gasps for air.

After Holmes had climbed off of her, Gayla lay panting exhaustedly with her arms and legs splayed out, unabashedly exposing herself. By the time her heartbeat quit thundering in her ears and resumed a more normal rate, she was nearly asleep. She gradually became aware of low voices and shook off the fog in her brain to tune them in.

“Yeah, go ahead, Art,” she heard Holmes say. “Bill said we could each go twice.”

“I don’t think she wants any more,” Art answered, dejection evident in his tone.

So, she thought, Bill promised them two each, eh? Lying with her eyes closed, she could hear him moving around the bed, videotaping her from different angles. I guess I’d better deliver on what he promised, she chuckled to herself. She groaned tiredly as she levered herself into a sitting position and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw all three men’s heads swing around toward her when she moved. She glanced over at the clock and saw that it was one o’clock. She had been fucking for nearly two straight hours. She was very thirsty and her mouth tasted like cum.

“Artie?” she called sweetly. “Would you be a dear and bring me a bottle of that beer?” He jumped up and hurried over to her, twisting the cap off a bottle and handing it to her. “Thank you,” she smiled up at him, taking the bottle. He stood before her indecisively as she tipped the bottle and gulped gratefully, downing half the bottle in one long pull. Seeing him hang his head and start to walk away, she reached out and caught his flaccid penis with her left hand and pulled him back. She took another swig of cold beer, then said, “Tell me what you want.”

He hesitated, and she looked up at him questioningly. “I want to do it in your ass,” he said. “Connie, you know, she never… she doesn’t let…” he trailed off, looking embarrassed.

She sipped more beer, still holding on to his dick like a subway strap, eyeing it askance, now half erect in her hand. He stood in anticipation, awaiting her answer. Finally she released his prick with a sigh and said, “Lie down on the bed.” As he clambered aboard, she tipped her head back and drained the last of the bottle, then sat it on the night stand, muttering, “I’m going to need a new butthole.”

She turned and bent over him, once again reaching for his cock. She squeezed it in her hand and licked its pink head, teasing the underside with the tip of her tongue. Taking it into her mouth, she sucked the hardening head and moved her hand down to cup his heavy balls, rolling them lightly between her fingers. Art groaned as she sucked his growing dick, opening her mouth wide to engulf nearly the entire shaft before withdrawing until just the head was still inside, her tongue flicking all around it. When it was fully hard, she took it out of her mouth and stroked her fist up and down its thick length, reaching back to the bedside table for the tube of lubricant with her other hand. She twisted the cap off with her teeth then squeezed a glob onto the head of his cock and spread the slippery gel all over it with her hand.

Releasing his cock, Gayla squeezed more lube into her hand and tossed the tube back to the table. She got on her knees on the bed and reached back to smear the gel between her ass cheeks. Her asshole was already feeling sore, and she wanted to be sure it was still sufficiently lubricated. She looked over at him. “Alright, Artie,” she said, getting down on all fours. “Fuck me in my ass.”

He eagerly jumped up behind her, climbing between her legs and grabbing her hips, positioning his pointing cock between her ass cheeks. Overanxious, he thrust his hips forward, but his slippery cock slipped past her tight sphincter and slid up the crack of her ass. He grunted and tried again, but again his cock slipped past. Gayla giggled as he whimpered in frustration. “Here, Artie,” she said, reaching back to grab his slick penis. “Let me do it.” She placed the pointed head against her anus and pushed back into it, feeling the hot wedge sink slowly into her ass.

Art groaned loudly, and as soon as she had removed her hand, he thrust hard, slamming his fat prick into her to the hilt. Gayla yelped in pain as his wedge-like cock stretched her asshole wide, but he barely paused before he began pumping it in and out at a fast pace, holding onto her wide hips as his furry pelvis slapped against her jiggling ass cheeks. She gritted her teeth and grabbed up handfuls of the sheet, holding on tightly as he reamed her sore butthole. She could hear him behind her, breathing heavy and grunting, and could feel drops of sweat dripping off him onto her back.

Gayla’s mind began to reel after several long minutes of being violently rocked by Art’s slamming hips, her asshole now stinging painfully. She whimpered each time the fat base of his cock stretched her sphincter wide. Her head hung loosely and flopped back and forth along with her breasts in time with his thrusts. Unable to hold herself up any longer, she dropped her upper body to the bed, burying her face in the pillow, leaving her butt high in the air, Art still banging away at it. After another ten minutes of steady fucking, he finally threw his head back and howled as he came, adding his load to the others deep in her ass.

Gayla, drenched in sweat, collapsed onto her belly in relief, barely hearing his stammered thank you. She lay with her legs spread wide, still feeling as if a hard cock were pumping her sore asshole. With her face still buried in her pillow, she sighed with exhaustion, her mind barely registering muttered voices and movement in the room. Then all was quiet and she drifted, half asleep.

After a number of minutes, she became aware of someone climbing onto the bed, moving between her legs, a hard cock sliding into her vagina. Gayla moaned into the pillow as the cock immediately began pumping in a frenzy. She didn’t even know who was fucking her. It could have been any of them, or even someone new. Thinking of this, Gayla began to get turned on anew, and started rocking her pelvis, the cock pumping even faster. She slowly gyrated her hips, in contrast to the wildly plunging prick, and soon felt another climax building. Her pussy spasmed and gushed as she came, drenching her unseen lover’s cock with hot juices, causing the man to cry out and shoot his cum into her pussy. Only then did she realize that it was Bill who had been fucking her. She rolled over to face him as he fell down beside her on the bed, huffing and gasping.

“Are they gone?” she asked him after a few moments.

He nodded, catching his breath, and said with a chuckle, “That Holmes. He wanted to go again. Roger had to practically drag him out the door.”

Gayla rolled her eyes and laughed. “My cunny couldn’t stand any more of him. Not to mention my poor butt. That boy is a freak of nature.” He laughed also and nodded his agreement, and she shook her head, saying, “And what about Art? My God, we’ve known him and Consuela for years. I had no idea he was so sex-crazed.” She shook her head again. “I can’t believe I did all that.”

Bill noticed that she didn’t mention Roger. He smiled to himself. “I thought you would enjoy it. I told them it was all off if you didn’t get into it,” he said. “But I’d say you pretty well got into it,” he added with a grin, playfully slapping her on the ass.

“Well, what could I do?” she shrugged, laughing. “You did promise them two apiece, didn’t you? Besides,” she said, reaching down between their bodies and grasping his still hard cock, “I think you were as into it as me.”

He groaned in reply. “I thought my cock was going to explode, watching you,” he said. “My balls haven’t been that blue since we were dating and you wouldn’t let me touch you. Remember? You finally gave in and gave me a hand job in the car a week before the wedding.”

“I remember,” she giggled. “I felt so sorry for you.”

“You kept your eyes closed and your head turned away,” he laughed. “Wouldn’t even look at me until I had it cleaned up and zipped away.”

“I didn’t trust myself,” she said. “I wanted you so badly, I creamed my little panties. I felt so guilty.” She sighed and let go of his cock. “Would you help me to the bathroom, honey? I have to pee.” She hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast, and the beer she drank had run right through her. Bill rose from the bed and reached out to pull her up with both hands. Gayla groaned as she stood, holding tightly to Bill, swaying as a brief wave of dizziness overcame her. Leaning her head against his hairy chest, she said, “God, I feel like I just ran a marathon. I lost count of how many times I came.”

“Seven, counting just now,” Bill replied with a grin. “And I have every one of them on tape!” he added, pointing toward the foot of the bed, where the video camera was now mounted on a tripod and aimed at the center of the bed.

“Oh God,” she giggled. “What are you planning on doing with it?”

He turned her toward the bathroom door. “I’m going to take it with me,” he said. “I’ll watch it when I’m alone in my hotel room.”

“You’d better be alone,” she warned. She settled shakily onto the toilet seat, still holding onto Bill’s hand. She closed her eyes and leaned against him wearily as she urinated, slick semen dribbling out of her vagina. Her bowels felt all hot and loose. She grimaced and pushed, and, with a sound like a long, watery fart, thick, gooey liquid squirted out of her ass. When she finished, she sat up straight and reached for the toilet paper. She patted dry her vagina, then gently wiped her throbbing ass. Dropping the tissue into the toilet, she reached back and flushed, then asked, “Honey, would you please get me a warm washcloth?”

Bill turned to the sink and turned on the water. After he brought the cloth back to her, he went back into the bedroom, and she leaned back and spread her knees apart, tenderly washing off her pussy and ass. When Bill came back in, she looked up and saw that he had the video camera and was taping her once again. She smiled up at him. “Well, now that you’ve gotten your wish, how do you like it?” she teased, spreading her legs even wider, exposing her shaved vulva.

“Does this answer your question?” he growled, grabbing his rock hard prick with his free hand. He walked right up to her and thrust it forward toward her face.

“I think it does,” she said, reaching up to stroke it with her left hand, her right lightly touching her clitoris. Leaning forward, she guided his bulging shaft into her open mouth. She sucked and licked it lovingly, sliding her full lips up and down the entire length and gently cupping his big balls in her palm. She worked her swollen clit between her thumb and finger, moaning around his cock as she bobbed her head faster. Opening her eyes, she looked up into the lens of the camera, giving his glistening prick several long, slow, sucking strokes, then pulled it from her mouth and licked the twitching head.

“Now I want you to fuck me,” she breathed, still looking into the camera. She leaned back and slid her ass forward to the edge of the toilet seat, spreading her legs wide. Pulling her labia apart, she held her pussy open as he knelt on the floor between her thighs and positioned the head of his cock at the gaping hole. Pointing the camera straight down, he pushed his stiff member all the way into her slick sheath, inch by inch. Gayla gasped and tickled her clit as he began pumping his big cock in and out of her pussy.

“Suck your tit,” he commanded, panning the camera up to her heaving chest. She smiled wickedly and lifted her left breast, the one that wasn’t sore, bringing the stiff pink nipple up to her lips. She kissed and licked it, nibbling it lightly with her teeth and looking into the camera, then sucked it into her mouth. Her eyes rolled back as she continued to play with her clit and suck her nipple while he fucked her steaming pussy, until finally she came again in another thundering orgasm.

Bill pulled out of her clenching cunt, moving up to straddle the toilet, and jammed his cock, still dripping with her juices, into her mouth. Gayla sucked greedily, grabbing the shaft with both hands and pumping it furiously until he roared and shot his hot cum into her hot mouth. She squeezed and sucked hard on his spasming cock, milking every last drop of semen out of it and swallowing it hungrily. When it finally began to go limp, she licked it clean, then looked up into the camera through heavy lidded eyes, smiling tiredly and licking her lips.

Bill put down the camera and lifted her in his arms, carrying her into the bedroom and laying her gently on the rumpled bed. He kissed her tenderly then pulled the covers over her naked body. He looked over at the bedside clock and saw that it was nearly two o’clock. He would have to hurry and take a quick shower if he was going to catch his plane. He turned back to his wife, but she was already asleep, a dreamy smile on her beautiful face. He kissed her forehead and rose, going back into the bathroom. After showering and getting dressed again, he removed the tape from the video camera and put it into the suitcase. Smiling wryly, he wondered how he had let Roger talk him into giving him a copy. “He’s still a slick son of a bitch,” he muttered. He went back in and kissed his sleeping wife once again before leaving the house.

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When Billy returned home at about six, the house was quiet. He climbed the stairs and found Mom asleep in her room when he eased her door open. He peered into the darkened room, hoping to see some skin, but she was well covered by the sheet. After seeing his parents having wild sex the other morning, he had a pretty good idea what had gone on when Dad came home at noon. Picturing what might have happened, he felt his dick begin to rise in his jeans and briefly considered lifting the sheet, but decided that it was too risky. Sighing, he closed the door “Mom,” he called, “I’m home.” He heard her groan softly, but she didn’t answer him, so he knocked once again and called louder, “Mom?”

After a moment, she said, “Come in, dear.” Billy opened the door and leaned into the room. The lamp beside the bed was on, and Mom was propped up on the pillows, the black silk sheet held to her naked chest with one hand. Her short red hair was sleep tousled and she squinted against the light. “Would you hand me my robe, please?” she asked him, pointing over to the seat of the vanity.

He nodded and crossed the room, noticing her sexy underwear strewn about on the floor. He was puzzled by the presence of a silver tripod standing at the foot of the bed. It looked just like the one his friend Randy had his telescope on, but nobody here had a telescope, as far as he knew. He picked up the silk robe and carried it to her.

“Thank you, dear,” she said. She looked up at him expectantly for a moment, but he only stood looking down at her. With a little laugh, she said, “Turn around.” When his back was turned, she lowered the sheet and slipped into the robe. The sash was missing so she pulled the sheet back up to hold it closed, then said, “Okay, you can turn around now.” When he turned back to face her, she asked, “Did you have a good time?”

Billy nodded, trying to keep his eyes from straying down to her chest. “We got beat, but I got two hits,” he said.

“That’s nice, dear,” she replied, smiling tiredly at him. “Are you hungry? I’m famished.”

“No, we ate after the game,” he answered.

She sighed wearily. “I guess I’ll just fix myself a sandwich,” she said, leaning back and closing her eyes.

“Do you want me to fix you one?” he asked eagerly. “I could bring it up to you.”

“Why, yes, that would be lovely,” she smiled up at him.

Billy ran downstairs to the kitchen. In a few minutes he returned with a tray filled with two ham sandwiches, some leftover potato salad, a large dill pickle, a big slice of chocolate cake, and a large glass of milk. Beaming proudly, he sat the tray down on her lap and handed her a napkin.

“Oh my!” Mom exclaimed. She immediately bit into a sandwich, then followed it with a forkful of potato salad. “Thank you, Billy, it’s wonderful,” she said after swallowing.

Billy stood shuffling his feet for a few moments, then said, “Well, I’m going to go to my room. Play some video games.”

“Okay, dear,” she replied absently, eating with gusto.

Billy left the room, going down the hall to his own room. He spent the long evening playing videos and watching TV, anxiously awaiting Madeline’s return home. After last night’s show, he was eager for more. Finally, at ten minutes ’til midnight, he shut off the lights and sat at the window in the dark. When he saw her car pull in a short while later, he dropped his pants to his ankles and grabbed up the binoculars, his heart already racing in anticipation. Shortly, the light in her bedroom clicked on and she walked into the room.

Billy watched as she dropped a small paper bag into the wooden rocking chair opposite from the windows. She stood in the center of the room and unzipped her dress, prompting Billy to grab his already stiff dick, but then he cursed when she turned and walked into the bathroom. “Come on, baby. Show me something,” he growled, but his heart sank when she emerged moments later wearing her terrycloth bathrobe. His hopes quickly rose again, though, when she slowly walked up to the window and leaned against the side. She stared out vacantly, apparently looking at nothing, and absently toyed with the belt of her robe.

Madeline slid her hand into her robe and squeezed her breast, pinching and twirling the nipple. She had seen a glint of light from Billy’s window and was sure he was watching. She untied the belt with her other hand and let her robe fall open, exposing her naked flesh, still kneading her breast. She trailed her fingertips down, over her flat tummy to her pubic mound, tugging lightly on the curly black hair. Running her fingers down lower, she touched her wet slit, shivering with excitement. She moaned with pleasure as she slipped two fingers into her hot pussy, stroking her clit with her thumb. Knowing that Billy was watching, no doubt stoking his hard prick, made Madeline’s lust roar.

Billy groaned and stroked his dick, watching his beautiful neighbor play with her cunt. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed and her red lips parted as she fingered herself. He whimpered and nearly shouted in panic when she turned from the window and walked to the left toward the bed, but in a few seconds she came back in sight, carrying something he couldn’t quite make out. She walked over to stand in front of the rocking chair, and Billy silently cheered with delight as she let the robe fall to the floor, leaving her totally nude. He stared at her perfectly shaped ass as she picked up the small sack from the chair, then turned and sat down. Then he saw what it was that she had in her hand. It was a dick! Or rather a vibrator shaped like a dick, and a big one, too.

Madeline unscrewed the base of the vibrator and dumped the spent batteries onto the floor, then reached into the bag and got the new ones. She tore open the package with her teeth and inserted the batteries, then screwed the cap back on and dropped the sack to the floor beside her chair. She turned on the vibrator and smiled, relishing the familiar buzz as she wrapped her slender fingers around the shaft. She could almost feel his eyes on her naked body, and she was incredibly hot. She tickled her nipples with the tip of the vibrating cock, then trailed it down to nestle in the cleft between her closed thighs. She lifted her legs and brought her feet up to rest on the sides of the chair seat, spreading her knees far apart, intimately exposing her quivering pussy.

She rubbed the vibrator up and down her pussy slit, getting the head slick with her juices, then reached down with her other hand to pull back the hood of her clitoris. She touched the buzzing tip to her erect clit, sending shivers up her spine as she rubbed it across the ultra-sensitive nub. Then she moved the vibrator to the opening of her vagina, spreading her lips with her fingers, and plunged the 8 inch latex cock into her hot pussy, gasping in ecstasy.

Billy couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched Mrs. James fucking herself with the vibrator. He rubbed his dick in time with the plunging vibe, clumsily kicking free of his pants and spreading his legs wide as he sat in his desk chair next to the window. He looked up to her face through the binoculars. Her eyes were screwed up tightly and her mouth was opened in an oval, the sexy red lips in a soundless O of pleasure as she breathed heavily, rolling her head from side to side. He panned down to her heaving chest, her small tits rising and falling sharply, her cherry red nipples erect and pointing. Looking lower, he watched the vibrator sliding in and out of her black haired cunt, faster and faster, and he matched her stroke for stroke. And then he could tell she was cumming as she writhed in the chair and bucked her hips wildly, her toes curled over the edges of the wooden seat, frantically fucking herself with the big vibrator. The sight caused his own nut to bust, thick ribbons of cum squirting out of his dick.

He continued to watch as she settled back, raising both arms over her head to the high back of the chair, breathing heavily with her eyes closed, the vibrator left buried deep in her cunt. She sat for a few moments, catching her breath, then reached down and slowly withdrew the vibe, shuddering as it slipped from her clenching hole. She turned off the vibrator, and Billy could have sworn she looked directly at him as she brought it up to her lips and kissed the pussy-slick head, then smiled. He almost jumped back, but she got up from the chair and picked up her robe, walking back into the bathroom. When she emerged a few moments later, she was wearing her familiar white nightgown. She crossed the room without looking his way, going toward the bed, and a moment later, the light went out.

Billy wiped up the cum then pulled on his pajamas and fell into bed. He lay in bed marveling at what he had just seen, wondering about that strange smile. Did she know he was watching? Naw, he told himself, how could she know? Inevitably, his thoughts soon turned to Mom. He tried not thinking about it, but he couldn’t forget the picture of her with his dick in her mouth, nor the warm, wet feel of her mouth sliding down it as she sucked him off. He groaned and buried his head under the pillow, concentrating on Mrs. James and soon enough fell asleep.

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