Biff had been holding on to Marge's tit as they talked. Now he tightened his grip.
"Urn-rn-rn-rn-rn," Marge hummed as his fingers sank into her huge tit.
They kissed. Biff's hard-on pressed into the soft skin of Marge's hip. He was on his way.
But there was a detour on the way to his next fuck. The doorbell rang.
"Shit!" Biff said. "Who could that be?"
"Maybe they'll go away," Marge whispered. The doorbell rang again. Then Sandy's voice called Biff's name.
Marge froze at the sound of her daughter's voice. So did Biff. Although it would be awfully embarrassing for Marge to be caught like this by Sandy, Biff stood the risk of losing his girlfriend.
"Biff? Are you home?" Sandy called again.
The two naked fuckers on the couch held onto each other in silence. They could be quiet, but they couldn't become invisible. So when the front door opened and Sandy walked into the room, the jig was up.
Sandy stood staring at her mother and Biff, unable to speak.
"Now don't get upset," Marge said. "It's no big deal."
"Mother!" Sandy gasped. "Every time I get a guy, you have to horn in on me!"
Marge had said that she and Sandy had shared men before, Biff remembered. But he had assumed it had been with Sandy's consent.
"I came here looking for June," Marge said.
"But she wasn't home, and when I saw Biff. You know how hard it is for me to control my desires."
"I know, I know!" Sandy said. "But why do you have to fuck my boyfriends?"
"I'm sorry, dear," Marge said. "Can't you forgive us?"
Biff was glad to be left out of the conversation. And it looked like things might turn out all right, after all. At least Sandy hadn't run out of the house.
"Come on," Marge said. "Here's your boyfriend. Come an. Take your clothes off and fuck him!"
This Biff hadn't expected. Even for this mother and daughter, things were getting pretty weird. Biff felt like a piece of meat they were arguing about.
"I intend to," Sandy said, accepting her mother's offer of Biff's body.
Sandy walked over to the couch and began to undress. But Marge didn't show any intentions of leaving.
"Look at this nice fat prick," Marge said to her daughter as she lifted Biff's cock. "How could I resist?"
Sandy had pulled off her jersey already. As she lowered her jeans, Biff had the chance to compare her body to her mother's. They were different, but Biff couldn't say which he preferred. Sandy's firm tits were wonderful, but there was a lot to say for Marge's huge, droopy ones too.
There wasn't any more room on the couch with Marge still lying there. So Sandy climbed right aboard Biff's body. Lying on top of him, Sandy gave him a wet, deep kiss.
"You don't mind if my mother hangs around, do you?" Sandy asked. "The old girl loves to hang around when I'm fucking."
"Sandy, don't refer to me as the old girl, please," Marge said.
Sandy was kissing Biff again, so she didn't answer her mother.
Biff was getting used to the idea of being with these two chicks. In fact, it was wonderfully kinky. As he kissed Sandy, Marge's tits were resting against his side.
Sandy began sliding down Biff's body. Her tits were dragging down his stomach, then over his thighs as she curled up between his legs and began sucking his prick.
As soon as Sandy had moved down his body, Marge began kissing him just as Sandy had a second before. It was strange to kiss Marge while her daughter was sucking his prick – strange but wildly kinky!
Sandy didn't seem to mind that her mother was sticking her tongue into Biff's mouth while she sucked his prick. So Biff tried to relax and enjoy himself.
Once again, Biff was thrilling to the sensation of being buried under Marge's enormous tits. But this time, he had the added thrill of Sandy sucking his cock. He put one hand on Sandy's head as she sucked him. He put his other hand on Marge's head as he kissed her. It was as though Biff had to make sure that he was really making it with both of these chicks rather than dreaming.
Even while kissing Marge, Biff was appreciating Sandy's cocksucking skill. She could suck a cock as well as her mother, he realized.
Marge soon followed her daughter down Biff's body. The boy watched as Marge moved beside Sandy. She slipped a hand into Biff's crotch under Sandy's chin. Her fingers crept to his balls and began playing with them.
Then Sandy took her mouth from Biff's prick. She brushed her hair from her face, but before she could resume sucking him, Marge had taken over.
Sandy looked up at Biff with a smile as she pointed at her mother. Marge looked up too. Her eyes told the story – she just couldn't help herself where pricks were concerned.
"Well, since she stole your cock, how about eating me?" Sandy asked.
"Yummm," Biff said and licked his lips.
Sandy crawled up Biff's body. She straddled his head and lowered her pussy to his face.
Biff watched her cunt descend. He stuck out his tongue. It slipped right into Sandy's spread pussy.
"Oh-h-h-h-h," Sandy moaned.
Biff could look up and see Sandy's tits swinging on her chest as she moved her hips over his outstretched tongue. He couldn't see Marge now, but he could feel the lovely things she was doing with her mouth on his cock. And her tits were once again spread over his legs.
With his face under Sandy's drooling cunt, her cunt juice was running down Biff's throat and down his cheeks. Its slippery warmth felt nice on his face.
Suddenly Biff's prick was released by Marge's mouth. Then he felt her mounting him. He could picture himself lying under the two chicks who straddled him.
"Hey, what's the big idea?" Sandy said to her mother as she turned to look behind her. "You already fucked him. By the time I get a chance, he'll be all fucked out."
"Nonsense!" Marge said, as she pulled Biff's cock into her pussy. "A kid like Biff could fuck all day. Couldn't you, Biff?"
"Well…" Biff began.
"No one can fuck all day," Sandy protested. "Not even Biff."
"OK, honey," Marge said. "You can fuck him. I just wanted to feel his nice, big cock in me once more."
Marge reluctantly got off Biff's prick. Sandy scrambled to take her mother's place. Marge climbed onto Biff's face.
In a few seconds, the women had changed places. Sandy was riding Biff's cock; Marge was riding his tongue. If Biff's head hadn't been spinning so, he might have felt like a ride at an amusement park. As it was, the mixture of lust and amazement kept him from thinking at all.
"You've taught him to eat cunt like a champ," Marge said to her daughter.
"Yeah-h-h-h," Sandy said. "Isn't he great?"
Biff grabbed Marge's ass as he licked her pussy. Above him, her heavy tits swung.
Sandy was giving Biff's prick a good ride. She was rocking back and forth rather than moving up and down, so Biff's prick could remain hard without ever coming. It felt great.
When Sandy did start moving up and down, driving his prick in and out of her flowing pussy, Biff began moaning with pleasure into the cunt he was sucking.
"O-o-o-o-o-o!" Marge wailed. "It feels so good when you moan into my pussy!"
Sandy was lifting her hips until Biff's prickhead was at the portal of her cunt. Then she lowered herself, taking Biff's cock deep into her body. It wasn't long before she and Biff were coming.
Biff's tongue and moans excited Marge to the point of orgasm, too. The three of them were in the throes of orgasm together. Their cries and moans rose to a fevered pitch. The couch began to slide around on the floor with all the activity on it.
As he came, Biff couldn't keep his tongue wagging in Marge's cunt. So Marge had to rub her spread pussy up and down Biff's face.
Slowly, the three of them began to calm down. Marge and Sandy remained sitting on Biff. But now they were still. They panted in exhaustion. Marge moved back from Biff's face and sat on his chest so he could breathe.
Now Biff could look up and see Marge's face. And as he looked up, he saw that Marge was staring at something with a surprised expression.
Even before Biff followed Marge's gaze, he knew what to expect. Sure enough. His mother was standing in the middle of the room. They hadn't even heard her come into the house.
"Hi, June," Marge said, as though they were all dressed and sipping tea rather than at this orgy.
"My God!" June said.
"Come on, don't be a stick in the mud," Marge said. "Come join us. Biff knows about our affair anyhow."
Nothing could surprise Biff any longer. But if his mother did join them, that would really be something.
"How long has this been going on?" June asked.
"I came over to see you," Marge explained. "When you weren't here, I seduced Biff. But what's the difference? Come on. Take off your clothes!"
June didn't undress, but she didn't leave, either. She merely stood staring at the three naked people on the couch.
Finally, Marge climbed off Biff's chest. She went to where June stood and embraced her.
June was looking at Biff. He realized that he should say something. After all, he knew how his mother must feel. He knew how he would have felt if she had found him peeking at her and Marge.
"Come on, Mom," he said. "It'll be fun!"
Suddenly, his mother seemed like just another woman to Biff. He knew how beautiful she was and how kinky!
Marge kissed June on the mouth. Then she cupped one of her tits in her hand. June let Marge handle her. Then, gradually, June warmed up. She hugged Marge and kissed back. Her hand rose to capture one of Marge's huge tits.
Biff and Sandy smiled at each other. When they had peeked into Marge's room, they never dreamed that they would soon be in the same room with their mothers making love.
As the kids watched, June was changed from a shocked mother to a lusty sexpot.
By this time, Marge had June's blouse unbuttoned and was caressing her naked tits. Then Marge walked June to the couch and sat her down between Biff and Sandy.
Sandy began helping her mother undress June. As Sandy helped June off with her blouse, Marge was tugging down her skirt.
Biff couldn't resist putting his hand on one of his mother's gorgeous tits. Sandy grabbed the other. Then both kids began kissing June's tits. Marge, kneeling between June's thighs, began licking her cunt.
With three people kissing and sucking her, June was quickly initiated. She lifted her legs onto Marge's shoulders and put her arms around Sandy and her son.
June watched her son sucking her tit as he reached across to finger Sandy's cunt.
"Aren't you glad you came home when you did?" Marge asked from June's cunt.
"I… guess… It's so…" June stammered.
"Come on honey," Marge said. "Relax and enjoy it!"
Then Marge punctuated her words by pressing her vibrating tongue on June's clit.
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h!" June cried at the application of Marge's tongue.
After warming June up by sucking her cunt, Marge began kissing her way up June's belly. Her head passed between Biff's and Sandy's as they continued sucking June's tits. Then Marge reached June's face; she kissed her on the mouth.
As Marge kissed June, she took Sandy into her arms. Then she pulled Sandy away from June. Biff remained at his mother's tit, sucking hungrily.
"Let's let Biff and his mother fuck," Marge said to Sandy. "I have a feeling that's what they want to do."
Actually, Biff had never really thought of fucking his mother. But Marge's words seemed hypnotic. Both mother and son stretched out on the couch.
June lay under Biff. She spread her thighs. Biff filled them with his hips as he stuck his twitching cock into his mother's cunt.
"Yeah-h-h-h, fuck me!" June whispered, as her son filled her cunt with his hard prick.
Biff knew that he had reached the ultimate perversion. But he didn't regret it. In fact, he was more excited than he'd ever been. And his mother was turning out to be a hot chick as she wrapped her legs around his hips and pumped her cunt up and down his cock.
As Biff fucked June, he watched Marge and Sandy, who had moved to the floor. They were kissing, and feeling each other's tits. Their bellies were pressed together.
Marge then began sucking her daughter's tits. And just as Biff expected, Marge finally swung around and put her head between Sandy's thighs. Sandy's head went between Marge's thighs.
So as Biff came in his mothers cunt, he had the thrill of watching Sandy and Marge eat each other.
Before Biff pulled his prick from June's cunt, he and his mother watched Sandy and Marge lick each other's pussies to orgasm.
Now that all four of them had had at least one orgasm, they got dressed. June offered to make coffee, but Sandy and Marge said they had to be going.
"Well, we'll have to get together again real soon," June said.
When Sandy and Marge left, Biff and June went to their own rooms. At dinner, neither of them spoke about the orgy they'd had.
Biff didn't feel like calling Sandy. And she didn't call him. Nor did Marge call June. And before they knew it, it was time for Biff to leave for his first year at college.
Only after Biff was away from home did he find another girlfriend. He took her out three times before he even tried to kiss her. She almost gave up on him. But Biff knew that things could get out of hand very easily. Maybe he was just an old fashioned boy. But all he wanted was a nice girl he could fuck a few times, a week.
After all, apple pie tasted best when one hadn't had any sweets for a while!