had come not long before, but Diane rode his manhood expertly, and her passion and raw sexuality had his cock throbbing inside her sopping inner sex. "Fuck, Diane, you're so hot!" he panted.
Diane looked at with eyes that didn't quite focus. "Fuck me ! Make me come all over your teenaged fuckrod! Ungh! God!"
It was too much for , and he felt something inside him tip over the edge into a ball of fire. "I'm coming, Diane!"
At that moment, the front door opened with the sound of excited chattering teenaged girls. "We're home," announced one of the voices. "Mom...?" Whatever the voice was about to say, or whether it was just finishing it's announcement, it faded into uncertainty as Diane's eyes went wide.
"OH GOD!" Diane shouted huskily. "God, yes! Ooooooh...!" Her inner muscles convulsed and squeezed hard on 's member buried insider of her. moaned urgently, and erupted furiously within Diane's flexing vaginal depths. Diane's eyes widened even more. A look of dazed bliss then swept over Diane's face, which was abruptly replaced by one of confused pain. "Ooooh, ow, aaah," she said, her face scrunching up, even as her moist depths squeezed on ; sounding half aroused and half in pain.
"Nnnnnngh!" she groaned, clenching her teeth, bearing down on as she did. She stopped, panting, her leg muscles tense and trying to lift herself off of , but not quite succeeding. was alarmed, but it was Diane's daughters who came forward.
"Mom! Is he hurting you? Do..."
Diane shook her head. "No! Ow, fuck. Nngh. My legs just cramped, and it hurts like hell."
There was an awkward silence for a moment while Diane and caught their breath. Diane winced as she sat herself down on 's member. "Ow, fuck. It was really good, , right up to the end. Not your fault. Ow."
looked to his left, at who he presumed were Jennifer and Lacey. Jennifer (he guessed) was dressed very provocatively: a leather bodice, with the lace at the front open wide enough to show cleveage, and just the edge of her aereaolae; below that, a small leather thong that dipped low enough to show a small patch of pubic hair just inches above where her netherlips were clad; and finally, sandals that laced up to just above her knee. had to tear his eyes away from this erotic vision to look at Lacey: she was dressed relatively demurely in a thin white dress which ended at mid-thigh, but which didn't really try to conceal the black mesh bodysuit which encased her groin and rump, and swooped up over her breasts to support itself with a collar at the neck.
Neither Jennifer nor Lacey really noticed looking them over, but looked to him uncertainly as he looked at them. He looked quickly at Diane's chest, which was no longer heaving as her body tensed to deal with the pain from her legs. He looked back at them and smiled with a shrug. Their faces softened a little: a smile played at Jennifer's lips as she glanced down to the join of Diane's hips with his, still obscured by DIane's skirt.
Diane looked to her two daughters. "Jennifer, Lacey, you've met ," she said.
Jennifer looked to distractedly. "Um, hi," she said. "Mom, something's changed. I don't think we own clothes like this, and, um, I think I'm going to have sex."
Diane nodded to the male torso upon which her skirt rested. "Something's changed, alright," she said sardonically, causing Jennifer to blush and Lacey to giggle. "Have you had sex before?"
"Mom," complained Jennifer, looking briefly at : but she looked at him with uncertainty rather than shock or annoyance, as though she was only going through the motions, unsure whether she was actually embarrassed. "Um, no. I lost my virginity when I was fifteen. I mean that I think I'm going to have a lot of sex. A LOT of it." She looked again at , her face mixed with uncertainty and expectation.
Diane sighed. "I know, Jennifer, I know. We need to talk about this. Could you please..." A look of confusion seized Diane's face, and then she chuckled. "Some things *still* haven't changed," she mumbled. "Could you please change into something more decent? You'll torment poor here, and I think he needs his rest."
Lacey piped up. "What about me?" Diane looked at her appraisingly, and looked at her own skirt. "Just take a quick look at your clothes. It's okay if you don't have anything less sexy."
Lacey went off to check her room: after looking on at her mom in momentary confusion, Jennifer went off too.
Diane looked to with a tense smile. ", that was almost very good," she said jokingly. "I hope you don't mind being the subject of a family meeting. But I'm going to need your help getting up." |