When I look at pictures, my mind sometimes creates a story to go with them. This is a story made up from a picture of an older couple on a sofa having sex and a naked young man standing over them, watching. Enjoy
I had been dating June for several months. She was 40, had been a widow for four years, and I was the first guy she had dated since her husband passed. She was in her sexual prime and very ready. I was two years older, divorced for three, and also very ready for a sexual relationship. She had a son, Joey, who was a bit of a nerd but an OK kid, well, a kid to me, and he and I got along. They were both fun to be around, and we did things together.
She and I had been having sex since the second week and had been fucking like rabbits every chance we got when we were alone. Sometimes, we would play "grabby, feely" when Joey was around. It was hard to keep our hands off each other.
A few times when we all ate dinner together at their house, under the table, she would pull my hand up between her legs and under her skirt. I would find she hadn't any panties on. I would play with her wet pussy while she rubbed my hard-on through my pants. We would try to act like nothing was happening while Joey stared at us as we ate. He knew what was going on.
One day, I went to pick up Joey after his classes at the local junior college. On the ride back to his house, he bluntly asked if I was screwing his mother. I figured he already knew the answer to that and told him the truth, that yes, we were having sex.
He asked if I liked the way she gave head. I was surprised and asked what he meant. He replied, did his mom suck me off in the best way I had ever had, and if she swallowed it when I shot my load?
Yes, she did to both questions, but I also told him that was not the kind of question to ask about this mother. He gave me a look that said, "There's more going on here than you know."
What he told me next almost caused me to wreck the car. He said that he liked the way she gave him head and that she would swallow every drop so she wouldn't leave a mess.
He then told me that it had started when she was sad about losing Dad and had a few too many drinks; she confessed to him that she missed the sex and mostly missed sucking Dad off and liked the taste of man's cum. That night was the first time she had given him head and swallowed everything he had. Since then, for the last year, she had been sucking him off at night several times a week. She told him she did it to help him get to sleep. But he thought she did because she just liked having a hard dick to lick and suck on when she wanted. She could enjoy the taste of man cum again without the hassle of dating.
“She is really good at it,” he said, but he didn't have anything to compare it to except his hand, which didn't count. He also volunteered that they hadn't fucked, but he thought it was getting close to happening. That was until I came along.
I told him I didn't believe him, and if his mother knew he was making up stories to run me off, it wouldn't work. He then asked, why would he run me off? He liked me and liked how his mother was happy again. Besides she hadn’t stopped giving him blow jobs twice a week so why should he care if I stayed or not.
It was a Saturday afternoon three days later, and Joey was gone for the day. Or so I thought. His mother and I were on the sofa, naked. I was on my back, and June was slowly, very slowly riding my stiffy. She would lean over me and let me suck on her nipples.
We were going at it when I heard Joey call out from his room to his mom. “Come on in.” She told him.
I didn't know what to do, so I just laid there with my quickly going soft dick in her pussy as he walked up to us. He was as naked as we were. His penis was half hard.
As he walked up to her, she took his cock in her hand and turned to me, and said. "Joey told me you didn't believe him about our bedtime ritual. It’s true. If you don’t believe him, just watch us.”
With her on top, I was a captive audience and couldn't do anything but watch. As she turned her head to him, he pushed his hips toward her face, and she took his boyhood into her mouth. She gave him one hell of a blowjob right there in front of me. I got hard just watching them and began pushing my cock back into her rapidly getting wetter cunt.
She kept sucking and licking his prick and playing with his balls with one hand and his ass with the other. He cried out he was about to blow his load. I don’t know if he pushed his dick into her face or she pulled him in, but it disappeared into her mouth until just his pubic hair was visible against her lips. I could tell he was blowing ropes of jiz from his pulsing dick.
She pulled away just enough so I could watch her take his load. She let his cum leak from her lips. Then took his dick back into her mouth and continued to lightly suck him some more.
Once she finished, she turned to me, and his juice dripped down her face and onto her tits. She said to me. "This is our secret, and I make no apologies for it. If you want to continue seeing me, you have to accept this. Sometimes, I may even want him to join us in bed. By the way, Joey says he would like to try sucking your cock, and hopes to enjoy doing it as much as I do.”
Joey then smiled at us and got down on his knees. He put his face next to our joined crotches and asked us, “Would you teach me how to suck both of you off?” How could we possibly say no to that offer?