Laurel waved goodbye to Jerry over the fence. She could still taste the faint chalkiness of his come in her mouth as she watched him hop in his truck and drive off.
The boy had come over to finish cleaning the pool after being sidetracked by Laurel and her chaise lounge three days earlier. This time, Jerry had gotten the pool all done, but the luscious divorcee had still managed to occupy an extra half-hour of his time.
Jerry had fucked Laurel in the house this time, right in the middle of the living room rug. They had been down an all fours, Jerry mounting her from behind like a young stallion. Laurel had come like crazy around the boy's slamming cock, then pulled it out of herself just at the last minute.
"Wha… what are you doing?" Jerry had screamed in anguish.
Laurel had answered him by spinning onto her back beneath him, scooting between his legs, and sucking all of the ready to shoot dick into her hungry mouth. The hot envelopment of the lovely blonde's lips had set Jerry's cock off instantly. Wave after wave of hot spunk had jetted down Laurel's eagerly accepting throat as Jerry gasped and shivered in ecstasy.
Donny had come home from playing baseball just as Jerry had unloaded in Laurel's hungry mouth. The boy had stood in the door way, watching intently, as his mother ate several big mouthfuls of the heavy cock cream, then licked her young lover's prick free of come.
Jerry hadn't even noticed the younger boy at first. He had been too caught up in orgasmic delight to care. He had started to say something, but Laurel shook her head.
Donny watched until the action ceased, then turned down the hall and disappeared into his room, seemingly unconcerned. Jerry had left scratching his head in wonder.
"If it don't bother him, it don't bother me," he had kept repeating.
Laurel was frowning. Now that Jerry was gone, she had to face Donny and make sure that everything really was okay with him. Summoning up her courage, the curvaceous blonde went back in the house and started for the boy's room.
"So, how was the ball game?" Laurel asked as she reached Donny's room and found him sprawled out on his bed.
Donny eyed his gorgeous mother and her skimpy swimsuit appreciatively before answering. "Not as much fun as yours," he replied sourly after a few more seconds. "We won."
Anger and disappointment flashed in Laurel's eyes. She took a step into the room.
"Jealousy is still a problem with you, I see," the tall blonde said in a threatening voice.
"No! No, it's not!" Donny was quick to blurt. "I learned my lesson on that one. Whatever you want to do is great with me!"
The boy had moved backward on the bed, his hands held up protectively in front of him. Fear of the kinky whipping he was certain Laurel had in mind for him was etched in Donny's wide eyes.
This isn't what I want, Laurel thought. I want to get rid of his jealousy and possessiveness voluntarily, not scare him into it!
"Okay, honey, we'll talk about it later," Laurel said aloud, softly. "After I get back from my date. I'm going to see if Marsha will come over and stay while I'm gone."
Laurel walked down the hall, the plan still forming in her mind. If everything worked out, Donny would soon be over his jealousy. He'd learn all about the joy of sharing, Laurel would see to that…
Marsha was only too happy to come over and stay with Donny. The girl was there minutes after Laurel's phone call. She was extremely friendly, but Laurel didn't respond at all. The stunning divorcee had other plans for Marsha's evening.
"You keep an eye on things around here, dear, and I'll be back late this evening," Laurel told Marsha as she gathered up her purse and headed for the front door. "You keep an especially-close eye on Donny. That sexy little devil is always in trouble lately!"
With a knowing wink, Laurel turned and left the house. It never hurts to plant the seeds so the right idea can take root, Laurel said to herself as she drove off. She was sure Marsha – sexy, cock-loving Marsha – would get the right idea in no time.
Laurel parked the wagon way down the block and around the corner. She had driven around for an hour, until it was near dark. She had stopped in a bar and had a couple of drinks and made one phone call to Jerry, the pool cleaning kid, at his folks' home number. It was all part of her little plan…
Now, as she sneaked guiltily up on her own house in the gathering darkness, Laurel found she was hoping that the plan was going to work. Everything looked good so far. The lights were off in the front of the house and the pool light was on in the backyard, reflecting up off the big tree that shaded the house. The sound of a girl's carefree laughter floated on the still night air, then the splash of someone diving in the pool.
Laurel smiled with satisfaction and slipped the lock on the front door open with her key. The house was dark, but the back patio was lit up from the underwater light in the pool. The deck and pool area looked as stage-lighted as if it had been done by a set designer for the local theater guild.
Slipping into the kitchen, Laurel made herself a whiskey and water from the open bottle on the counter. She sipped the strong drink as she made her way down the hall to her room in the darkness. Laurel's bedroom window overlooked the pool and she went immediately to it and eased it open so that she could hear what was said as she peered out through the slightly open curtains.
Donny and Marsha were standing by the pool, dripping wet, drinks in their hands. Marsha was giggling and obviously quite tipsy and it was clear from the way Donny's thin, wiry frame wobbled back and forth as he leaned back to take another drink that he was keeping up with the older girl's alcohol consumption.
"I'm gettin' really fucked up!" Marsha laughed.
Donny smiled and reached for the girl's big tits. "How about just getting fucked instead?" he asked wolfishly, his words slurring a little.
Marsha giggled again and stepped back, shaking her wet hair. She had on one of Laurel's skimpy two-piece suits and the teen's big tits almost spilled out of the flimsy cups as she jerked her upper body back.
"Uh-uh," Marsha shook her head negatively. "I keep telling you, that other time was a mistake. It was the wine, and having your mom out here with us, and, uh, I don't know. It was just weird, different. I'm not that way, really!"
Donny harumphed. "Aw, come off it, Marsha. Jeff Wallace told me he fucks you all the time. Come on, how about a little tit at least?"
Marsha's eyes went wide. Anger flashed across her pretty, young face.
"That fucking big-mouthed Wallace!" the girl stormed. "Just what did he say? That prick never could keep his mouth shut!"
Donny laughed. He drank the rest of the bourbon in his glass and set the empty down on the picnic table. He was clearly enjoying his secret knowledge of Marsha's varied sex life.
"Wallace just told me about the time he took you out and you two drank a lot of beer before the Spring Fling dance," Donny smiled cunningly at Marsha. "We just talked about how, uh… friendly you get when you've had a couple of drinks, baby."
Even in the pool light, you could see Marsha turning a little red. She stamped her foot and took another big drink.
"And just what else did that fucking prick tell you?" the eighteen-year-old demanded.
"Oh, he just mentioned about how Dale Henry had a flask of bourbon at the dance and him and Jeff and you were hitting off it, getting really screwed up, and how you all ended up outside in Jeff's car in the parking lot," Donny went on, chuckling. "And how you sucked Dale's cock until he came in your mouth while Jeff fucked you from in back."
Marsha went redder.
"And he went on to tell about how Sam Henry happened to see his little brother, Dale, giving you a mouthful. So when the two of them finished. Dale and Jeff that is, good old Sam and a pal of his climbed on and each gave you a cunt full."
Marsha was too embarrassed by what the teenager knew about her to speak. Donny smiled and stepped forward, his hands snaking around Marsha to the snaps behind her back that kept the top on. He undid it and the shocked girl numbly let him pull the top off completely.
"So see, Marsha, you don't have to act so high class with me," Donny said quietly. "After Jeff let me in on what you did with him and his pals, and after what you did here with Mom and me, I feel like we know each other pretty good. See?"
Donny walked over to the pool and pulled off his swim trunks. His thin cock was half-hard in the soft glow of the light as he waved for Marsha to join him.
"Come on, honey, let's skinny dip a little," the boy urged the half-naked girl.
Apparently Marsha was just drunk enough and just convinced enough by what Donny had said to figure "what the hell?" The eighteen-year-old nymph eased out of her bottoms and walked naked to join Donny.
The boy smiled and turned his attention to his dive. He launched himself off the edge and split the water in a clean, steep arch. Donny came up ten feet away from the side and motioned for Marsha to give it a try.
"The water feels great on your bare skin!" Donny shouted happily.
Marsha put her arms over her head and leaned forward, her big tits rolling forward with a jelly-like shake. The older girl didn't have the boy's good form, but she splashed in on her belly and knifed the water over next to him.
"Now these are what I call a set of buoys!" Donny laughed, grabbing Marsha's bobbling tits, one in each hand, as they floated to the surface.
"Now, Donny, I thought we were gonna swim!" Marsha began to protest. "Mmmmm, ohhhhh, myyyyyyy!"
Marsha gurgled happily and stopped trying to pull her tits away from Donny's hands as the boy found her semi-erect nipples with his fingertips and began massaging them. The boy's thumbs flicked across the pink nubs until Marsha was moaning and her twin knobs were as stiff as a pair of pencil erasers.
"These look too good to miss tasting," Donny murmured, bending forward.
His mouth found Marsha's left nipple and sucked the hot nubbin inside. The raven-haired girl cooed delightedly as the lad's lips tugged at her tits.
Donny was treading water with one arm and both feet, sucking Marsha's big tits alternately as he swam. His other arm was around the girl's trim waist beneath the surface, his hand on one of her sleek ass cheeks as she kicked and paddled to keep herself afloat. Donny moved his hand down a little and let a finger float up between the girl's scissoring legs and disappear up into her hot pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Marsha groaned loudly, missing a few strokes and nearly going under.
"Let's get out for a little while," Donny panted, releasing the tit he had been busily nursing. "I can do a better job of sucking these big tits on dry ground. Wouldn't you like that?"
"Oh, yessss!" Marsha purred.
Donny towed the aroused girl over to the side of the pool and jumped out. He reached down and took Marsha's hands in his and pulled her up out of the water. As soon as her feet touched the concrete, Donny was helping her into the house, his arm around her naked body, caressing her bouncing tits as they crossed the patio.
Inside the bedroom, Laurel was smiling to herself. She had observed the scene out on the patio and in the pool intently, nursing her own drink as she did so.
Now, in the darkness of her room, Laurel eased out of her own clothes and finished what was left of her drink. The beautiful blonde felt as fucked up from the three drinks she had bought at the bar earlier and the one she had just downed at home as the kids in the front room.
"You like my cock, baby?" Laurel heard her son ask Marsha as she crept down the hall toward the pair in the living room.
"Mmmmm, you have a nice, nice cock for a kid, Donny," Marsha answered softly.
"How would you like to suck it, honey?" Donny urged the girl. "How would you like to put that sweet mouth of yours on it and lick it a little?"
Laurel felt her pulse quickening as she heard the girl say teasingly: "Well, maybe just a little!"
The voluptuous blonde tiptoed to the end of the hall and peered into the living room. Donny was flat on his back in the middle of the carpeted floor, his prick standing up unwaveringly above his tightening balls. Marsha was kneeling next to the boy, her head hovering close to the tip of his steely prick.
"Oh, yeah, baby, suck it just a little," Donny was urging her. "Take all of it in your hot mouth!"
Marsha smiled and moved in closer, her lips kissing the head of Donny's cock lovingly, teasingly. From her vantage point in the hall Laurel could see the girl's tongue lashing out in between the pecking kisses. The hot, pink snake lapped and caressed the head until it shone with the girl's warm spittle.
Donny sighed and writhed with need, his slender hips bumping up off the floor in an attempt to sheath his hard prick inside the girl's teasing mouth. Marsha licked at the thrusting cock, but continued to pull her mouth back just as it looked as if Donny might penetrate her tantalizing lips.
"Pleeese!" the frustrated boy begged, his ass jerking up toward Marsha's mouth. "Suck it! Suck my cock!"
Marsha laughed at his hungry insistence. The smiling eighteen-year-old planted her lips sensuously against the head of Donny's swollen cock and kissed it. Slowly, her mouth opened and the girl's rich, full lips engulfed the youngster's rock-hard cock.
"Uhhhhhhh!" Donny groaned as he felt the sucking heat of Marsha's pretty mouth. "Ohhhhhhh, that's it, baby. That's the way to suck my prick!"
Marsha kept on coming. She pushed her succulent lips on down Donny's meaty prick until every throbbing inch of it was crammed up into her mouth and throat. From her hiding place in the hallway, Laurel could see the girl's tongue tip tickling the scratchy tangle of pubic hair at the base of the boy's sucked-in cock.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Marsha growled, her throat vibrating Donny's prick wildly against her quivering vocal cords.
"Jeeeeeeesus!" Donny wailed, his hips bucking involuntarily once more at the quivering, unexpected thrill Marsha's throat was giving him.
The brunette kept on humming and began moving her head up and down Donny's imprisoned cock. Laurel could hear the wet slurping sound the girl's mouth made as it slid tightly up and down Donny's saliva-gleaming cock, and it gave the naked blonde shivers of delight. She could see Marsha's head moving faster and faster on her son's engorged cock.
The horny blonde let her fingers steal up to her own velvety cunt as she watched her boy being sucked off a few feet away. Laurel found her own pussy steamy and wet as if Marsha's talented tongue had been laving it instead of Donny's thudding prick.
With a gentle sigh, the honey-blonde eased a long middle finger up into her own pussy, her eyes never leaving the torrid scene unfolding in front of her. The statuesque older woman swayed up and back, lust overwhelming her, as she nudged her finger in and out of the tight, juicy cunt while watching Marsha's sweet mouth gobble Donny's prick. The hot, insistent sucking of the girl's lips matched perfectly Laurel's squishing finger thrusts.
"Ohhhhh, maaaaan," Donny suddenly cried out, grabbing Marsha's bobbing head by the ears. "I think I'm gonna come, baby! Suck it hard. Just keep on licking and sucking it, you hot bitch!"
Donny was overcome with need. He locked onto Marsha's tender earlobes and yanked the girl's tight mouth up and down his ready to shoot prick as fast as he could, moaning and gasping as he thrust up off the floor. The steely six-inch prick buried itself deep in Marsha's lips with each lunge, the bristly fur at the thick cock's base obscuring the girl's nose with each savage penetration.
Marsha didn't seem to mind her rough treatment one bit. The dark-haired nymph was moaning and gurgling with pleasure as she slid her way up and down the boy's saliva-slick cock.
Laurel couldn't wait any longer. The spectacularly built blonde was hunching jerkily up and back, her big tits swaying and bouncing as she sawed her finger in and out of her juicy cunt. Her breath was short and raspy and her cunt felt ready to explode with passion.
The sighing, excited couple on the floor didn't even see her as Laurel made her way out of the hall and dropped down behind Marsha on the rug. The turned-on mom slid her wet finger up the younger girl's pussy slit and found it as bubbling hot as her own.
Marsha groaned as the finger caressed her sensitive clit. The little prick was covered with hot, slick fluid and the touch of the other woman was as unexpected as it was perfect as the knowing finger glided across the tender nubbin.
"Urrrrrrrggghhhhh!" Marsha exhaled loudly as Laurel's touch sent shivers throughout her youthful cunt.
"Mmmmmmmm, surely you children don't mind if Mama plays, too?" Laurel crooned softly, her finger sluicing up and down slowly in the girl's seething cunt.
Donny opened his eyes and saw his mom toying with the eighteen-year-old's pussy. He ran his wide eyes over Laurel's naked blonde body and smiled, not surprised at all to find her there.
"So, you couldn't resist joining us after all?" the boy laughed, thrusting himself into Marsha's hot mouth once more as he spoke. "Did your date fall through?"
Laurel stroked Marsha's clit teasingly, making the girl squirm and groan with delight. "No, not really," the blonde smiled mysteriously at her son.
Donny was too worked up by what was happening to his rigid cock inside Marsha's mouth to answer further. The boy gave a choking gasp and rammed his prick deep into the girl's throat.
Laurel knew he was just seconds away. She tweaked Marsha's clit, bringing the hot-cunted girl to an instant boil beneath her experienced fingers.
"Mmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaah!" Marsha whined as the searing climax tore through her.
Spotters of pussy juice rained down on Laurel's hand as she fingered the younger girl expertly through the blistering orgasm. The sleek mounds of Marsha's gyrating ass bounced and wiggled as the torrent of clear, boiling juice oozed out of the clasping pussy.
Laurel watched Donny tremble, then scream, as his own fiery load shot out into Marsha's wailing throat. The eighteen-year-old gagged at the splattering wads of cream, but her natural instincts saved her. She gulped and swallowed the steamy globs of spunk out of pure reflex, her eyes widening as the salty out pouring slithered down her contracting throat.
The sight inspired Laurel. The blonde seductress dipped her head down behind Marsha's quivering ass and spread the girl's knees wide, presenting the little brunette's sodden cunt to her hungry mouth.
"It's not right that you should get all the come, dear," Laurel murmured, thrusting her tongue up into Marsha's overflowing cunt.
The intrusion of the older woman's hot tongue into her pussy sent new shock waves of joy through Marsha's orgasming body. Laurel's snake-like tongue found the eighteen-year-old's spasming clit and massaged it greedily.
"Unnnnngh – ulllllp!" Marsha wailed, then gulped as the last gush of Donny's come spurted down her throat, cutting her moans of ecstasy off.
Laurel paid the girl no mind. She just kept on sucking and licking the jizzing cunt until her own mouth was filled with molten girl juice.
"Oh… oh… oh, Jesus, Mrs. Hutton, I think I'm gonna come again!" Marsha panted, Donny's deflating prick slipping from her lips.
Laurel turned the unresisting teen over on her back and began eating her pussy in earnest. "I think I can guarantee it, darling." Laurel paused for a moment and smiled down at the girl, cunt juice streaming from her pretty face. Marsha opened her legs as wide as she could and waited. Laurel took a supple thigh in each hand and spread the girl, her mouth coming down hungrily on the tiny, dark-fringed pussy.
"Guh… gub… guhaaawwwwwd!" Marsha howled as Laurel's darting tongue rippled over her exposed cunt, then stabbed deep into it.
Laurel was about to show the humping, thrashing teenager what pussy-sucking was all about when she heard the front door open and close. Snapping her head around, the pussy-eating blonde saw Jerry, the pool boy, standing in the entryway, taking in the lewd scene with an appreciative leer.
"Well, this must be the party all right," the boy said with a grin.
His big hands went for his belt and the zipper on his tight-fitting jeans.