“It is,” Cheese said authoritatively. “Joanna, please get the vibrator from my purse. You know the one Shawn is referring to.” Joanna ran off, and meanwhile Cheese said to Angela, “Now turn over and let’s see your ass. Stick it high up in the air so Shawn can clearly see the vibrator go in, doggy style. Shawn is our judge and he has to verify that the dare is completed.”
Angela did as she was told, getting on all fours with her firm, round ass pointing toward Shawn, and then said, “I can’t believe I’m doing this. But no lesbian stuff, alright? I’m really not into that.”
“Don’t worry, no lesbian stuff,” Cheese said confidently, even as she ran her hands all over Angela’s lovely ass. “Unless of course that’s what the winner of the hand wants. We can’t stop that. But hopefully no one will ask for that with you.”
Joanna returned with the dildo by this time and handed it over to Cheese. Cheese slowly and sensually stuck it into Angela’s sopping pussy, at first only a little, then out some, then further in, then out, and back and forth in this fashion until it was all the way in. Her hands continued to rub over Angela’s ass in the meantime, but she resisted doing what she really wanted to do, which was to grope at Angela’s big tits. She could see Angela falling down a metaphorical slippery slope and knew she’d have ample opportunity to climb Angela’s very real twin mountains later if she kept her patience.
Eventually Cheese asked Shawn, “So would you say the dildo is in yet?”
Angela looked at him and panted, “It’s in! It’s in! Shawn, please say it is in!” Her eyes were glazed with lust and her hips rotated at the sensations she felt deep within her inner walls, but she stayed where she was, ass high up in the air, while she stared at Shawn with a mix of desire and desperation.
He hemmed and hawed. Then he joked, “I’m not sure. As President Clinton once said, ‘it depends on what the definition of “is” is.’” Angela moaned in frustration; the political reference went right over her head.
Cheese, teasing Angela some more, said, “I think it’s in, Sweetie. Look. I’m pushing it aaaaallllll the way in, and then aaaaaallllll the way out. And then again. Aaaaaallll the way in, and aaaaaallll the way out. I don’t think it can go in any further. Look. I can barely keep my fingertips on it.”
“Okay. I guess. If you say so. Angela, the dare didn’t say anything about taking the dildo back out, so you’ve gotta keep it in there.”
“God!” Angela shrieked, a lusty smile on her face as her thighs began to tremble like an impending earthquake. “NO!”
Cheese let go of the dildo, but left it inside Angela. The super-stacked woman fell to the ground as she writhed in submission to her lusty urges. Angela had no idea why she was so unusually horny all of the sudden and wanted to remain in control. But her body wouldn’t listen to her mind. Everyone stared at her as she let herself go completely.
Angela’s huge and bouncy tits were highly entertaining and arousing for everyone, as were her verbal protests. Angela was a highly vocal woman when aroused. As she bucked her hips off the floor like she was trying to fuck the dildo harder, she cried out a steady stream of words and panted, “NO! God no! Someone please, make it stop! It’s too good! So fucking good! Lord God, help me! Please! I’m dying of pleasure! Fuck! Shawn! Don’t look! No, Shawn, no! This is so embarrassing. I’m going to cum in front of all of you! Fuck. Why did I, did I agree, to do this? Why? Oh no! Oh no! No! Fuck me! I’m cumming! YES! Aaaiiieee!”
This was just one sample of what she said as she reached one climax. She was wracked by a series of orgasms that just kept going and going. She babbled indecently as they hit her one by one, starting at Shawn with a pained, lustful expression on her face.
It was torture for Shawn to watch this without getting stroked. Joanna, who sat next to him, saw his anguish and dropped a hand into his lap since everyone’s attention was on Angela. Some light rubbing through his shorts was almost enough to send him off, given what he saw before him.
But right as he was ready to go in his shorts, Cheese had mercy on Angela and called time. She announced the game would resume. All eyes returned to the table and Joanna had to take her hand away when Shawn needed help the most.
Angela couldn’t even get back to the table; her body still shuddered and wriggled on the floor. The vibrator still worked within her, and it seemed she could go all evening, climax after climax. Cheese clarified, “Angela, Shawn’s dare only talked about putting the vibrator in. He said nothing about taking it out. So you’re going to have to keep it in there until and unless someone rescues you with another dare. For instance, a dare that would replace it with something else. But if you like, you can turn the settings down.”
“Oh, thank you, Cheese, thank you! Ohmigod. Ohmigod.” She flicked it to the low setting and recovered enough to sit back at the table and return to the game. But now she had a glassy look in her eyes. The setting was just enough to keep her close to orgasm, especially as she kept rocking back and forth as if trying to rub herself into satisfaction, but it wasn’t quite enough to get her there. There was no way she would protest about anything getting too sexual any more.
CHAPTER 4
Joanna lost the next two hands and was very happy about it. She still had her top hanging around her waist, but elected to expose first her pussy and then her ass. Now she had both her top and her skirt hanging off of her loosely, which left nothing covered. Shawn lost the next hand, the first time he’d lost. He merely took off a sock, to the frustrated groans of everyone else in the room. He lightly teased as he tossed the sock aside, “Maybe, I’m a little bit overdressed, hunh?”
All the females agreed with furious nods of their heads. That both amused and aroused him.
Vel lost the next hand and had to take off the last of her clothes. Then she lost another hand, and Joanna had the highest hand. So Joanna had the right to order Vel on a dare, and said, “Shawn’s penis must be in great pain after so much excellent visual stimulation. Mom, I order you to jack him off, but not too quickly. Keep rubbing his penis while we play.”
Vel eagerly leapt up, smiling as if there had just been an announcement that she’d won the lottery. Her tender hands went to work.
The Angela from earlier in the evening would have protested or even walked out. But now Angela just stared in total fascination at the sight of the mother jacking off the son, and again thought wicked thoughts of doing that to her own son. She licked her lips lewdly and repeatedly. She grabbed her clit and began a particularly intense orgasm, greatly helped by the vibrator that still gyrated and hummed quietly inside of her.
The other women looked on at Angela with envy and wished that they too had big dildos throbbing inside of their fuck holes. But everyone restrained themselves from any personal touching not ordered in the game and desperately wished for the game to hurry up so that they too could get off.
Vel stroked Shawn far too vigorously for him to last long. He said, “Mom, could you please slow it down a lot?” She did, but he couldn’t resist saying to her, “Anyways, Mom, what about the reservations you had this morning about this kind of thing?”
“Mommy can’t think right now,” Vel said and then blushed when she realized she’d called herself “Mommy” in front of Angela (not that Angela particularly cared at this point - she was completely lost in her own erotic reveries). “I’m sure that once I’m able to think again, those reservations will come back, but right now I see no problem in just enjoying the moment, if we can respect the boundaries.”
Vel huffed and puffed heavily as she said this. Seeing her resistance crumble and her chest heave, Shawn reached out and grabbed one of his mother’s tits. But to his surprise, Cheese said, “Tut tut. I don’t know about Vel’s boundaries, but that’s against the game rules. No touching unless a dare allows it.”
So Shawn withdrew the hand, to Vel’s vocal disappointment. He wondered if Cheese’s adherence to the rules could be a sign of jealousy.
They went back to the game. Shawn won the next hand and Hui Shan lost it. She needed a dare, so he said, “Little Stuffable Sister, since you’re so frustrated at never losing, I order Hui Shan to French kiss you and fondle you all over except in your love box. That’ll make you feel better. You have to keep your hands still, though. Angela, you don’t mind something lesbian if it doesn’t involve you, do you?”
“No, I’m okay with that.” With the vibrator pounding her relentlessly, she was ready for just about anything by this point, as long as it was sexual. In fact, she had to repeatedly grasp the edge of the table as her body swooned from too much pleasure. The puddle of pussy juice which had accumulated beneath her ass now resembled a small pond.
Joanna and Hui Shan locked lips and stayed that way for several minutes. Hui Shan’s hands roamed passionately all over Joanna, as if she had discovered her friend’s body for the first time. Like everyone else, she was greatly aroused by Angela. Joanna asked, as if talking to a child, “Now, who’s tits are you pinching, Hui Shan?”
“Umm, those are Shawn’s tits,” Hui Shan replied. “All of our tits, cunts, and bodies are Shawn’s now, right?”
“Very good. They are, except maybe for Angela’s. Not yet with her, right, Angela?”
Angela was so overwhelmed by such a thought that she nearly fell out of her chair. Crying, “Sweet Jesus!” she came in a tremendous climax that sent her cards spilling onto the floor. She couldn’t believe that she had had multiple orgasms, her naked, voluptuous body violently climaxing in front of four others.
With Vel on Shawn’s penis, a dildo pounding into Angela, and Hui Shan and Joanna occupied with each other, no one was in any hurry to continue the game any more. No one but Cheese, that is, who was left out of all the fun. Cheese was also a bit miffed at Joanna’s words - she certainly didn’t consider her body “owned” by Shawn. It was she who finally got the next hand of cards going.
Joanna and Hui Shan had to stop kissing, mostly, to play their cards, but Hui Shan still roamed her hands freely over Joanna as they played. She generally kept one hand holding her cards and the other teasing Joanna’s clitoris, since that was allowed by the terms of the dare.
Shawn lost the next hand and had to take off his other sock. Everyone groaned again that his shorts and shirt still remained (though of course his best asset, his penis was exposed and covered with hands). Angela acted as if she was a spectator in some kind of Chippendale’s show and shouted, “Take it off! Take it all off!”
Vel had some fun with his loss, though. “Here. Let me take that sock off for you, Tiger.” She licked her tongue down his leg and pulled off his sock with her teeth while she managed to keep a hand on his penis. Then she returned her full attention and both hands to his penis.
Angela couldn’t help but comment about that either. “Vel, that’s so hot. Everything here is so hot! I’m burning up. I’m dying! What is with this house? So sexual. Everything. How many minutes have you been jacking your son off, Vel? Your son! Won’t he ever shoot his load? Oh my God - I can’t get over that he’s your son!”
Vel calmly smiled. “Now you can see what we mean when we say he’s an insatiable sex machine. My son just never gives up his mouthwateringly delicious cum easily. You have to earn it. It’s hard work and can tire out your hand or jaw. And it never stops. Once he’s done, he’s hard again almost instantly. It’s like having a permanently hard cock slapping you in the face twenty-four hours a day. It’s a good thing there’s four of us in this house to help out, because there’s no way any one woman can satisfy him.” She beamed with pride at her son’s sexual prowess.
Hui Shan was also very proud and couldn’t help but say, yet again, “Angela, did you know that I’m his official girlfriend? It’s official!” It was a rather funny thing to say given that Shawn was being stroked by his mother and Hui Shan was in the middle of licking Joanna’s neck and pulling on her nipples. But in Hui Shan’s mind, she was now tightly bound to Shawn and nothing else really mattered.
Joanna goaded her like a mother hen, “What else are you, Hui Shan?”
“Oh, I’m his pussy, too!” She smiled a happy and proud grin. “One of his pussies, that is.”
Angela was tremendously impressed by all this and openly ached for Shawn’s penis to replace the vibrator that was causing her to nearly shake right out of her seat. She realized her attempt to overwhelm Shawn with her beauty was crumbling. She mumbled, “Shawn. Pussies. These pussies. Owned. Pussies. Cunts. … Shawn! By Shawn!” In a last ditch effort to beat him, she managed to ask as she writhed, “Shawn, who’s the most beautiful woman here?”
Shawn generally tried to maintain a low profile and not talk, but now he had to answer a very dangerous question. But he had a suave answer. “Angela, you’re very beautiful, sure. I love your chest and your cute face. But the most beautiful people here to me are the ones I’ve known the longest, because I can see their beauty both inside AND out.”
That got “Awwww” sighs of happiness from everyone but Angela, as they all thought of how long they’d known Shawn and their good times together. Each of them felt as if Shawn spoke directly to them and only them. Angela, however, realized she was beaten and that he wasn’t overwhelmed by her beauty like all the other men she’d known. But losing was never so good. She was having even more orgasms, and the best time of her life.
Joanna won the next hand and Angela lost it. Joanna said, “Shawn, I think it’s time you teach Angela that little back door trick that Caelist showed you.” Joanna saw Vel frown, so to appease her she added, “But that’s it. Don’t take your hands off of her ass.”
Needless to say, Shawn was delighted. Shawn had been incredibly turned on by the impossibly proportioned visitor, but hadn’t really had a chance to touch her. Angela pulled herself together enough to move over to a couch. Still panting breathlessly, she bent down low and raised her ass up high, her immense breasts hanging so low they scraped the fabric of the sofa. She babbled semi-coherently and rapidly, “Shawn, my ass. My ass. That’s my ass. Do it to my ass. Yes! You’re gonna… Gonna fuck my ass! So hard. So hard. So big. Big. Up the ass. Asshole. My asshole. Shawn. Fuck stud. Sex machine. He’s gonna… My ass. Gonna do my ass…”
That was all before he even touched her. He rubbed her ass gently all over, and she switched to high-pitched breathy moaning. Then, without any warning, he plunged a finger deep into her anus. She cried out earsplitting screams of ecstasy. The others had to cover their ears as she went on and on. Shawn could only wonder what noises she’d make during actual sex.
Shawn sawed his finger in and out of Angela’s butt for as long as he was allowed. She’d never experienced anal penetration before and was overwhelmed with what was, to her, a delightful mixture of pleasure and pain. With Shawn’s other hand he made the most of his opportunity to explore her butt. He kneaded it over and over like a baker making bread.
The others grew jealous. Cheese was increasingly unhappy to hear things like her daughter proclaim herself as an owned pussy, but she was too horny to really put her foot down. She made a note to talk about it with Hui Shan in private, later.
Vel was chomping at the bit, pained by the fact that Shawn’s penis was out of her reach. She finally used her position of authority to demand the game go on. Shawn made to go back to where he sat, but Angela still moaned as he left, “Wait! Cheese said that you’re not allowed to take your hands off of my ass. You have to obey the dare! Keep them there!”
The remarkable thing was that Angela was coherent enough to string these thoughts and words together. But her interpretation of the rules was to no avail. It was probably just as well that Shawn stopped, because she fell down onto the couch behind her as if she was about to die of pleasure. She writhed around as if she was having an epileptic seizure until she had yet another climax. Somehow she recovered and managed to sit up again at the table. It was all Angela could do to take and look at the cards she’d been dealt for the next hand. The vibrator still sawed away inside her.
Vel asked, “Enjoying yourself, Angela?”
Angela laughed. “You could say that! I don’t know what it is, but I’ve never been so aroused in my whole life! I can hardly stand it.” It was a moment of relative calm and clarity for her, and she went looking for her cards which had once again fallen to the floor. But she knew it was just another calm and that before long she’d be cumming and climaxing at full intensity.
Cheese won the next hand and Vel lost it. Aghast, Cheese pointed out, “Vel, you’re not stimulating Shawn in any way whatsoever! What’s with you? I think you need to make it up to him by stimulating his penis with your breasts. A tit fuck.” Cheese saw this as an opportunity to push down a boundary that Vel had stubbornly maintained.
In fact, Shawn had deliberately sat out of range of his mother’s hands after fingering Angela’s ass so his penis could have a couple of minutes to recover. But Vel took the blame. “I’m sorry. Sorry, Shawn. Sorry, Cheese. Tiger, let me make it up to you. Please fuck my boobs.”
Shawn jumped up. “Sweet! I’ve been waiting for this day!” He wanted to say more, but then remembered his rule: saying too much might ruin things, but silence was always safe.
Without any further ado he stood up and watched Vel kneel down, so his penis was at the same height as her tits. Having her below him emphasized the fact that he was the only one left wearing any clothes. Vel pushed her tits together with her hands and waited for him to fill her cleavage, but she was nervous.
“Mommy’s afraid, Tiger,” she said. “Please go easy.”
“Afraid? Why?”
“My whole boobs are so sensitive. Not just the nipples. When you touch them it makes me so crazy! So horny! I’m afraid I’m going to pass out. That’s why I’ve been holding out on this, because I’m afraid I’ll end up like Angela over there.”
She motioned towards Angela with her eyes and Shawn looked over. Angela somehow managed to sit at the table with the cards in one of her hands, but she was a total wreck. While she mauled one of her tits with her other hand, her eyes glazed over as she stared into space, and she appeared to be lost in some erotic nirvana.
“I’ll be careful, Mom. If it gets too much, just say something.” He cast a quick glance at his sister and added, “Uncle. The word is uncle. If it’s too much, just say that.” The was the safe word he and his sister had already agreed upon.
“Yes, Tiger,” Vel replied obediently.
He slid his penis through her orbs of flesh. There was no need to lubricate them because his penis was positively covered with and still dribbling pre-cum from so many long minutes of being stroked. In fact, his chief worry was that he wouldn’t be able to last long.
Vel merely slathered it around a bit before she began to slide her tits up and down his glistening shaft.
“Oh-ho-ho yeeaaaahhh…” he let out, as he pushed up into her chest and she squeezed her tits around his tool even tighter. “Oh, so good. Mom!”
“Oh honey! Tiger! My darling boy! You’re fucking my tits! You really are!” He pistoned in and out as he stood.
The others had all repositioned themselves to get a good view and enjoy the sight. Angela was obviously very fascinated by mother-son incest and turned her full attention to the tit fuck. She still couldn’t get over the fact that a mother and son would do such things and stated the obvious: “Shawn! She’s your mother! You’re fucking your mother’s tits! Vel! That’s your son! He’s your son, for crying out loud! I can’t believe what I’m seeing!” She rubbed her clit and moaned louder than even Vel.
This only spurred their passion. Things were going quite well, as Shawn stroked and stroked her soft channel, until Vel said, “Son, do you like them? Are these your favorite tits?”
“I love them! Mom, they’re the greatest! The best tits in the world! So big and so soft! Yes!”
This comment was not wise. He was lost in the moment and not mindful of his audience. Every other female in the room was offended, especially Cheese and Angela. In Angela’s case it actually increased her desire for Shawn even more. She cried out as she frigged herself faster, “Fuck your mommy!”
Cheese thought she was clever to get the tit fuck to happen, but now her jealous side made her want them to stop. She announced, “We can’t just sit here forever. Knowing Shawn, we could be here all day before he cums. Can the two of you hold cards while you do that?”
“I, uh, I think so,” Shawn panted.
“No! No cards!” Vel panted even louder. “Holding tits! Must hold tits! Uh. Ah. Fucking. Uh. Shawn fucking! My tits! My tits! My best tits! The best!”
Cheese seemed unfazed by their passion and just said, “Alright, we’ll play this next hand without Vel then.” So they all drew cards. Cheese had to put Shawn’s cards in his hands, as he wasn’t even facing the table.
Not surprisingly, for once Shawn didn’t win. He didn’t even get a good look at his cards. Joanna won instead and Angela lost again. Joanna wanted the tit fuck to end, since she also was annoyed by the “best tits in the world” comment. She knew one thing that might draw him away. So she said, “Angela, once you’re at least semi-coherent, it’s time that Shawn manhandles your boobs and sucks your nipples.”
Angela could hardly believe it. She still hadn’t recovered from his handling of her ass, and watching the tit fuck had her on the verge of complete ecstasy yet again. But she wanted more. She wanted it all. As she offered her giant tits to the teenager, she cried out, “Oh yes! God, yes! Do it, Shawn! Do ME!” The very thought excited her so much that she touched her clit and set off another world-shattering orgasm.
Shawn disengaged from his mother and turned around to look at Angela and Joanna. He said joyously, “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Sister! I totally owe you one! I can’t wait to get my hands on those huge tits. Those mountains. God, they’re the most amazing tits I’ve ever seen! Angela, words can’t even describe how super incredible your rack is. I totally want to do you all the way right now.”
They weren’t exactly the most poetic words ever spoken, but they put Angela in seventh heaven just the same. But they didn’t make her very popular.
Joanna, as usual, was jealous and upset at being upstaged, first by her mother and now by Angela, a veritable outsider. She frowned deeply and again cursed at Shawn’s ban on having sex with her in the house, and her grounding that prevented her from having it elsewhere. She felt like she was slipping behind and gave Angela the evil eye.
But Vel was even more peeved at Angela. For starters, she was upset Angela was losing so much, but what really got her unusually angry was jealousy over Shawn’s admiration for Angela’s tits. Who is this Angela with her freak tits taking my Tiger away from me? He was just saying how great I am. I want him to think MY tits are the best, not this ridiculous tit-woman! The fact that Shawn stopped the tit fuck to go to Angela’s tits brought her anger to a new level.
Vel launched an all out sex attack on Shawn to make him completely forget about Angela. She spun him around roughly. Then she took his penis deep in her mouth and sucked with intensity, grabbed his balls with one hand, and stuck a finger up his anus with the other. As she was bent over his lap from sitting next to him, she rubbed her hard nipples into the side of his thighs as best she could. All of that, plus the thought of groping and kissing Angela, caused Shawn to lose it before he could even get up and perform the dare.
Vel drank up all of Shawn’s cum. Then, as her son’s cum still dribbled down her chin, she stood up and announced, “Okay kids, that’s it. Party’s over. Everybody has to go home.”
CHAPTER 5
Vel’s command launched a chorus of complaints, as everyone tried to speak at once. The general gist was to incredulously ask Vel why they had to stop. As she stood with her hands defiantly on her hips, she answered, “This game is turning into a full-blown orgy, and we’re starting to break boundaries. Shawn just said he wants to fuck Angela, and look at Hui Shan. She’s been putting her fingers in Joanna’s pussy, even though the dare specifically prohibited that. In fact, they should have stopped performing that dare AGES ago. I have to put my foot down before this spins out of control! Everybody’s drunk with far too much wine. Plus, it’s late, and my two children here have to go to school tomorrow. School! You do remember the concept of school, don’t you?”
She punctuated her words by stomping her feet, which caused the ropes of cum dangling from her chin to wobble from side to side. She continued, “Not only that, but Shawn finally had his orgasm, which is the most important thing, medically speaking. So it’s all over, and no complaining!”
There was more complaining anyway, and Angela complained the loudest of all. When Angela saw Vel’s aggressive sexual attack on her son, her arousal level ratcheted up even higher. Despite her overwhelmed and ragged state, she wanted the night’s fun to go on and on forever.
But Vel remained firm, and the group slowly broke up as everyone began to put their clothes back on. Vel’s real reason for breaking things up was that she was very jealous of Angela, and didn’t want Shawn to get to know her tits. Plus, she saw things in a different light once she had her own orgasm while she gobbled up Shawn’s semen. She usually had more regrets and doubts after an orgasm, but this time it had made her particularly moody.
Most of the women were very horny, as the sexual intensity had built up and up for hours, but only Angela had gotten enough orgasms. So Joanna and Hui Shan ran off to Joanna’s room to be with their dildos and more pussy “shaving” of each other as quickly as they could.
Cheese and Vel wanted their own masturbation time, but had to escort Angela to the door first. Shawn also remained behind and hoped to prolong his experience with the three naked, big-titted women a little bit longer.
Cheese stood naked and took Angela’s clothes from where she’d put them in the underwear cabinet. Cheese was disgruntled about some things that had happened, most especially how events again seemed to spin out of her control. But her pride at Angela obviously falling completely under Shawn’s heel led her to triumphantly say to her buxom new friend, “So, do you still see a problem with us helping Shawn out with his problem?”
Angela could scarcely believe how much her attitudes had changed because of the game. Before the evening started she would have loudly proclaimed incest was wrong; now, she felt like rushing home and ravaging her son Adrian. “No. I’m so fine with it! I would never have believed it though. I’ve never done anything this incredible. When can we do this again?”
“Next Wednesday, of course,” Cheese answered. She still held Angela’s clothes, so she could admire that one of a kind body a little longer.
“But that’s a week away!” Angela whined like a little girl. “Can’t we do it sooner? This weekend, maybe? Friday night?”
“No,” Cheese said with a resolute shake of her head. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and we have a lot of fun plans with Shawn to keep us busy. I for one haven’t been getting nearly enough of his cock or his attention as I’d like.” With just a little bit of envy at Angela’s gravity-defying body, Cheese uncharacteristically added the dig, “But don’t worry, I’ll think of you next time I suck him off.”
Angela literally put her hands together in front of her chest and begged, “Pleeeeaaase? Pretty please? I’ll be so good. I really will! I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Anything?”
Angela nodded vigorously, which caused her naked, mammoth tits to shake with the motion. “Anything.” She looked over at Shawn so lustfully that he was nearly bowled over and not a little afraid of what she might resort to in order to be with him. She looked possessed with desperate need. Knowing that her tits were her best asset, she dropped her hands from in front of her chest and arched her back to make her tits thrust out even more than usual. It was hard to imagine that such a woman offering herself like that could be turned down by anyone.
Cheese appealed to Vel with hope in her eyes, but Vel shook her head no. Vel even had a scowl on her face about Angela. Shawn remained quiet.
“I guess not,” Cheese said. She herself was a bit disappointed at Vel’s stance, now that it came to putting one’s foot down. She was aware that it wasn’t exactly every day one had a buxom multimillionaire basically begging to be your sex slave just to get a little taste of teenage cock. But she realized that Vel’s feelings came first. “Vel is going to see the psychiatrist on Friday about some things. We can discuss this after then, but no guarantees. It looks like she’s upset with something. Maybe that we were taking things too far. And Shawn will be gone all weekend on a hiking trip in any case. But at least for you there’s next Wednesday.”
Angela bowed her head in disappointment, but she put her skimpy outfit back on, picked up her overcoat, and made to go.
But Cheese was too turned on to have Angela leave that easily. She said, “Before you go, now that you know our sexual traditions, you have to follow them all. And another tradition we have is that whenever anyone comes or goes, they have to French kiss each other hello or good-bye. It’s only polite. I’m afraid, for your sake, that that includes women with women.”
Before Angela realized what was happening, Cheese leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Angela reflexively tried to pull away, but Cheese grabbed her by the back of the head and forced her to keep kissing. Eventually, Angela put her tongue in Cheese’s mouth and halfheartedly kissed back.
Cheese pulled away when the long kiss came to an end, and said, “I thought you said that you’d be good, and you’d do anything. If you want me to even consider doing this again before next Wednesday, then I expect a better kiss than that.”
Angela was shamefaced and red as a beet. Everyone there clearly recalled Angela’s protests against any lesbian contact. But she meekly said, “I’ll be good. … For Shawn. I’ll do it for Shawn. Let me try again.”
Cheese pulled in for another kiss, and this time Angela did her best to kiss back. She tried to imagine that she was kissing Shawn, and that worked wonders for her enthusiasm. Angela was now clothed, so Cheese was frustrated in her desire to endlessly grapple and grope Angela’s tits like she wanted to. Aware that an angry Vel looked on, she limited herself to a few gropes over Angela’s leather top.
That kiss lasted several minutes while Vel and Shawn stood nearby and waited for them. Shawn had never taken his clothes off but Vel was still naked. It had been a good ten minutes since his last climax, more than enough time for him to recover, and he was excited again. He grabbed his mother’s hand, unzipped his shorts, and put her hand on his tool. He knew that he didn’t have to ask or say anything. She stroked it automatically and without thinking. Her only reaction was to turn towards him briefly and warmly smile in gratitude at being given the opportunity to touch and stroke his fuck meat again.
When Angela’s much longer second kiss came to an end, Cheese pulled back and said, “Much better. Much. It was almost as if you meant it. Now, you have to kiss Vel.”
Vel didn’t expect that. She waved the suggestion off with her free hand. “No, really, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” the mother said to Angela. “I’m perfectly occupied over here.” She didn’t want to kiss someone she was angry at.
Cheese was stern with Vel. “What about the rules? You said we have to follow the rules, and you can’t exclude yourself when you please.”
“Okay, I guess,” Vel said doubtfully. The Angela’s body had aroused her in the past; for instance they’d talked about Angela’s rack when the two of them first kissed each other. But this evening those same tits put her into a jealous rage. So she was torn. She roused herself enough to say, “Angela, kiss me,” but it came out sounding halfhearted.
Angela was now ready to do anything she was told, if it meant she could get more orgasms like the nearly nonstop series she’d had during the strip poker game. She leaned into Vel and did her best to kiss her. Because Vel was naked, Angela experimented with putting her hands on Vel’s naked tits. She’d never fondled another woman before and was very tentative. Angela had to do virtually all the embracing because Vel never took her hand away from stroking Shawn’s shaft. Angela tried to touch the penis in mid-kiss, but Vel slapped her hand away.
When that kiss ended, Angela decided, Kissing a woman isn’t such a bad thing once you got used to it. I think I can grow to enjoy this, assuming that these two are going to make me do it a lot more in the future. And I think that’s a safe assumption.
She then made another move towards the door to go, but Shawn said, “Wait a minute. What about my good-bye kiss? You still owe me one, Angela. Plus, that was the dare we never got to do.”
Angela’s eyes lit up like a happy puppy dog. However, she knew Vel had to approve the idea, so she looked at Vel anxiously.
Vel glared and frowned, but Cheese said, “The kid’s got a point. Two points, actually.”
Before there could be any argument, Shawn grabbed Angela, pulled her towards him, and kissed the monster-titted woman. He made sure she came to him so his mother could continue jacking him off while he kissed. Vel let out her jealous anger through extra-vigorous fondling of his tool. Angela kissed back with a hungry passion, but he wasn’t content just to kiss. He pulled her leather top from off of her boobs and then got down to the business of seriously exploring Angela’s twin peaks. He was already a man very intimate with many impressive chests, but he thought to himself, Jesus! Two hands isn’t enough for one tit! I have to have more of this! He leaned down and sucked on her nipples, which jutted out absurdly far.
A very cross Vel ordered, “Okay, the kiss is over. Your mouths aren’t touching. That’s the end.”
Shawn reluctantly withdrew after another brief French kiss. Angela found that her legs were quivering and her hips were involuntarily bucking upwards, as if to fuck an imaginary penis. She turned around and was about to walk away, when Shawn reached up from behind and renewed his manual assault on her chest while he kissed her on the back and around the neck. He thought, I don’t care what Mom says – I just can’t get enough of these fucking squeezable watermelons!
Angela groaned and bucked her hips harder.
“Shawn?” yelled Vel. “Shawn! Listen to me! You stop that this minute! You hear me?” She was really pissed now, but that didn’t stop her from intently pumping his thick rod. She hadn’t stopped for one second ever since he’d put her hands on it.
Shawn finally let go of Angela. Vel tried to step in between them, and stood up close to Shawn so she could slide his penis up and down her thighs. She even slid it over a wet inner thigh in a desperate and angry attempt to distract him from Angela. Her hand holding it and guiding it continued to squeeze and stroke it as well. She had become a most excellent penis pleaser.
He looked back at his mother’s mean face and then whispered in Angela’s ear, “Don’t worry, she just a little jealous of your tits. She’ll get over it. Especially if you make her happy next time.”
Angela moaned again and squeezed his hands over her giant breasts. She pulled her skimpy top back up over her extremely extended nipples and finally put on her overcoat.
Cheese figured she’d go home momentarily, and since they all stood near the underwear cabinet, she put on her clothes too (she dressed quite formally, as she’d told her husband that she was going to an investment club meeting).
Vel was cold and wanted to dress, but she also didn’t want to stop jacking off her son even for a moment, so Shawn picked out a top for her and slipped it over her head. She remained naked from the waist down.
Angela blew kisses at everyone and said, “God, that was weird, but I had the most wonderful time. Shawn, I can’t wait until we…” - she looked over at Vel and toned down her words, blushing like a schoolgirl with a crush - “… uh, until we get to know each other better.” Her eyes lingered at the sight of Vel’s hands frantically sliding up and down Shawn’s dick and once again she thought of her own son, Adrian.
She could have stood there forever, transfixed, but a deliberate cough from Cheese snapped her out of it. She said, “Thanks so much everyone for inviting me. I hope we can play again next week. See ya soon!” Then she left.
Everyone had forgotten the vibrator still in Angela. She was so frazzled that she’d even unthinkingly put her dress on over it. It wasn’t until she nearly got in an accident on the way home that she fully realized it was still deeply filling her vagina. But she didn’t take it out. Back home, she was relieved to see that her son was asleep, so she could continue to play with herself. She vigorously worked on her tits and set the vibrator to high, so she could have one last shattering climax. Then she finally took it out and passed out for the night.
Cheese immediately turned to Vel, whose hands continued to piston Shawn’s penis. “So how about it Vel? Another poker game before next Wednesday? You have to admit that was lots of fun.”
“NO. End of discussion.” She would have stomped off to make her point clear, but once she had her hands on her son’s penis there was no way she was going to take them off until she received a big load in her mouth.
Cheese finished putting her street clothes on in anticipation of the short walk home, but she put on an overcoat for good measure. She playfully wagged her finger at Vel and said, “I think somebody’s jealous!” She used the voice kids use when they say things like, “I saw Jenny kissing Johnny!”
“Jealous? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Vel said as Cheese winked at Shawn, who was nearly lost in the throes of the hand job’s pleasures.
Shawn groaned and put his hand on his mother’s, indicating she had to pause for a bit. He’d been using his PC muscle training to its fullest extent to prevent from cumming, and was fairly amazed at all the stimulation he’d managed to endure.
CHAPTER 6
Cheese put her hand on the door, ready to leave, but then a thought occurred to her. She asked Shawn, “How many times have you cum today, Sweetie?”
Shawn counted in his head, somewhat able to think again now that Vel was merely lightly stroking his dick. Mom in the morning, Peggy at school, a wicked Sera fuck, Peggy again, no, wait. I didn’t climax then. Hui Shan and Sis together with the whole crazy milk thing, Cheese after that with a Sis assist, then Mom again during the poker game. Six times. Is that all? Strange. I thought for sure it was at least eight. “Let’s see. Six times. And now Mom is working on her third time helping me, as you can see. We’re close. So close!”
“Only six times? But you’re aiming for eight each day this week for the scouting trip. And Vel, didn’t you say earlier that I was in charge of Shawn’s penis for the rest of the evening? What happened to that? I think I need to take over here.”
“NoooOOOoooo!” whined Vel. “I thought you were going home. Won’t your husband be worried?”
“Good point. I’ll give him a quick call. Now take your hands off before you make my Sweetie cum. Didn’t you just say you’re not the jealous type? So you won’t mind if I take Shawn back to his room.”
“But…” Vel’s mind spun into high gear as she fretfully tried to think of some reason not to relinquish her death-grip on her son’s penis. But she couldn’t think of a single rational excuse and visibly deflated with the defeat. She picked up speed in her stroking, hoping to get him off before she had to hand him over. She asked, stalling for time, “Are you sure about that? You’re just joking. Right?”
Cheese chided, “Who said I had his penis for the rest of the evening?”
“Some best friend you are,” Vel grumbled, but she handed Shawn over. She literally handed Cheese Shawn’s penis, and Cheese began to piston her hand to the same rhythm that Vel had just started. Between them, they barely skipped a beat.
Vel just stood there and watched enviously while Cheese stood on the other side of Shawn and pumped in her usual style.
But Cheese wanted to be alone, so she held out her free arm like she expected a hug, and said to her best friend with a sweet smile of her full, red lips, “Goodnight kiss.”
Vel gave her best friend a hug and goodnight kiss. Cheese was pleased to see that, although the morning had started out with a no kiss ban from Vel, that ban didn’t even last the day. The two of them French kissed for several minutes while Cheese continued to wank Shawn. Unfortunately Cheese was fully (and quite formally) dressed and Vel partially dressed, so they didn’t go as far as they otherwise would have.
Cheese thought, as the kiss went on, Now this is why I scheme so much. Shawn’s cock in my hand and Vel’s lips on mine - if only I could be fondling Joanna or Angela with my other hand, life would be complete. People who don’t take risks are such chumps.
Vel stood up but continued to gaze longingly at her friend’s hands whipping up and down her son’s penis. She wanted those to be her hands. She wondered if it was right and proper to share the penis simultaneously with Cheese. But some doubts still lingered from the morning and held her back from breaking yet another new barrier.
Cheese looked up, a bit annoyed. “Goodnight Vel. See you tomorrow.”
“Yeah, goodnight, Mom,” Shawn chimed in. “Don’t I get my goodnight kiss too?”
Vel had been holding off, hoping to do that in his bed. But she realized there was no reason why she couldn’t kiss him now and then again later. So Cheese had to wait a couple more minutes before she could have her privacy. It felt strange to Shawn to have to kiss his mother without her being topless, but he refrained from taking anything off and taking things further because he could tell Cheese was getting antsy. As a result, the kiss was rather hurried and tame. His penis was also briefly unoccupied during the kiss, for a change, because any more stimulation would have set him off. He at least got to play with his mother’s tits some, even though doing so was tempting fate in his goal not to cum too soon.
Cheese had her hand on the door. She turned to Vel and said, “Friend, I love how we’re passing the cock back and forth. Imagine a future when you and I can take turns holding Shawn’s cock all day long. We can have it in our mouths, in our hands, in our tits, in our butts, and who knows where else.” She looked at Shawn and winked with that last suggestion. “But you don’t have to imagine that future, because it’s already here.”
Vel’s eyes went wide. She tried to reply, but words got caught in her throat. There was a part of her that felt she should protest and reaffirm boundaries, but she didn’t want to. Instead, she ran off to her bedroom to masturbate over Cheese’s beautiful vision.
Cheese’s problem was that it had gotten very late and she needed to talk to her husband. Now that Vel had left the room, she lingered a few moments more and said to Shawn, “Sweetie, since I’m all dressed up, I’m going to show my face briefly back at home so he doesn’t worry about me. Wait for me in your room. You’re right on the verge now and need a longer break anyway. Don’t let your mom come in and steal you away from me. Set up a blockade and pile furniture up against the door if you have to,” she joked.
Cheese was back in less than five minutes and went straight to Shawn’s room naked except for her stockings, where he waited expectantly, also naked. “Angela and that poker game got me all worked up, didn’t it for you?” she asked him.
“Hell yeah,” he answered enthusiastically.
The two of them sized each other up. Both clearly had sex on the brain and were ready to fuck each other senseless. Shawn was weary after another day’s exhausting sexual activity, but he was fairly certain that this was the time he would finally get to fuck Cheese, so he’d psyched himself up. He’d gotten quite nervous while he waited for her to return.
However, Cheese was crazy with desire to fuck, but there was one thing that held her back - fear that Vel was listening in. Eavesdropping at Shawn’s door was so common now that it was nearly comical. Cheese figured that the way she’d taken over from Vel, odds were excellent that the sexually frustrated mother would be right outside the door and waiting for a chance to have a very thorough goodnight kiss (if she wasn’t too busy masturbating). So first she had to know if the coast was clear. As she’d just entered the room, she decided to stall for a couple of minutes to see if Vel would come by to spy or not.
Cheese walked over to Shawn and said, “Hey, Mister Pussy Tamer, can you put me in the mood with a little bit of tongue?”
Shawn was quite surprised, but then he realized this didn’t necessarily mean no fucking; it was just foreplay. Keeping to his usual “don’t say anything stupid to ruin the mood” strategy, he said, “Uh, yeah.”
She sat up on her heels in his bed and let him lick. She was impressed - he did it with gusto, and better than ever before. He lapped his tongue and probed her inner reaches with it. He now knew just how to work her clit, and he never stopped teasing her little nub.
After a couple of minutes where she just leaned back onto some throw pillows and let him do all the work, she said, “You’re really getting good at that, do you know that? How did you get so good since we did it last?”
He paused for a short rest. “Thanks. I’ve been learning in school.”
Cheese laughed. “In school? They’re doing practical sex ed now? And to think, I had to learn less useful stuff like reading and writing.”
“That’s not what I mean,” he complained. “You know I’m getting help at school too, from my chart.”
“Ah yes. The mysterious extra check every day. Your mother and I have speculated over what that meant many times during our morning exercises. So who has it been all this time? I hope you’re not risking it with your sister there.”
“No. You know me. I try to be at least somewhat prudent. I can’t tell you who it is.”
“Ooooh! Mystery! Hmm. Just how far have you gone with this Lady X figure? Has this teacher of yours taught you how to sixty nine?”
“We haven’t done that yet, surprisingly enough. But how did you know she’s my teacher?”
“Aha! A clue! I was using teacher in the sense of one who teaches, but I’m glad I did. Let’s see… What teacher would you be doing it with? That’s easy. Ms. Lee is one lucky broad.”
“Hey! How did you know that?”
“Duh! Now you’ve completely given it away. You’ve only had a crush on her for two years now. And how many other female teachers do you have this semester, much less teachers up to your exacting standards of beauty? It’s a no brainer. It’s a lucky thing you don’t have more gorgeous female teachers, because knowing your way with women, we’d never get you home after school. But why are we sitting here talking when we can be doing more fun things?”
“Will you keep that a secret? She could really get in trouble with having an affair with a student.”
“And I could really get in trouble with having an adulterous affair with the teenaged son of my best friend. Of course I’ll keep it a secret. I won’t even tell Vel if you don’t want me to. Though of course she’s bound to find out sooner or later. But out of curiosity, are you fucking Mrs. Lee yet?”
“Not yet. Just like you and Vel, she’ll let me go so far, but won’t let me actually fuck. It’s so frustrating!”
“Oh poor, poor boy,” Cheese said half-sarcastically. “You’re just like so many teenagers with a large harem of women who spend too much time cocksucking and not enough time fucking. I think I saw a tragic TV movie on that very topic.”
His penis pricked up at the mention of “large harem of women.” He thought, Aha! Cheese confirms it! I DO have a harem. I’ll be that she doesn’t see herself as one of my sex slaves, though. She puts herself in a special category.
But he tried to play it cool, and answered, “Very cute, but it is a real frustration. It’s like you get so close but are still so far. It’s like, you go with a woman to the beach and she lets you put it in her cunt, but then you have to take it back out again. And that’s it. Three days later, still no nookie.”
Cheese laughed. “Who might you be talking about now?” knowing full well it was her.
“Umm, Cheese, what’s with all this talking and foreplay? I was kind of hoping that we could, you know…”
“Sweetie, are you suddenly afraid to use the word fuck? What’s with your bashfulness?”
He blushed a little. “I don’t know. I’m sorry. I get so confused. What’s allowed? How aggressive can I be? Should I be more aggressive? I don’t understand what women want. Lately, I’m trying to be more considerate, you know, like listening more, and pleasing others more.”
“Sweetie, I really appreciate the effort, and the nice tongue work. But have some balls too! Don’t be so accepting of the rules. Don’t always wait for me to tell you what you can do. Try pushing your luck more often. When I came in this room, you should have been all over me, and make me have to fight you off, if I’m not ready to fuck.”
She decided enough time had passed and either Vel would be at the door, or not. So she said, “Let’s try this again. I’ll pretend I’m coming in again, and you act more aggressively.”
She walked to Shawn’s door, and put her ear to it. But she couldn’t hear any breathing. She didn’t know if that was because Vel (or Joanna) wasn’t there, or if there was an eavesdropper who just hadn’t gotten really aroused yet. So she said, “I’m going to open the door and come back in.” She opened the door a crack, and heard the sound of high heels scurrying down the carpeted hallway. She caught a quick glimpse of Vel as she ducked into the bathroom across the hall.
Fuck, she whispered. Foiled again. Looks like I do have to behave, somewhat.
She hurried back to Shawn’s bed, knowing that she could talk out loud briefly before Vel returned to the door. “Sweetie, I’m afraid we have company. A certain big-titted mommy is listening in, that horny bit…, uh that horny big sneak. The fact is, I want to fuck you as bad as you want to fuck me, but we can’t do it with her there.”
Shawn appeared devastated, and she was nearly as disappointed.
She further explained, quieter now, “I don’t care too much any more if she finds out, but I don’t want our first fuck to be interrupted by some angry scene. I just about stole your penis straight from her mouth, so she’d be particularly pissy, not to mention this whole psychiatrist thing. I want it to be perfect. You are I are going to go to a private place and do it right, where we can scream to our hearts’ content. So no more mention of any of this, okay?”
“Okay,” he answered, and only halfheartedly tried to keep his voice down. He thought to himself, I’m too fucking understanding sometimes. I should just say, “No, it’s not okay,” and fuck her like a raging beast. I’m just too fucking agreeable and polite. If I’m really a harem master, I need to take charge, and even take charge of Cheese. I love her, but I’d love her even more if she eagerly obeyed my every whim, instead of always scheming. Wouldn’t it be great if we fucked like rabbits with Mom pounding on the door, trying in vain to get us to stop? Dang. I just can’t stand to see my mom get upset.
yesterday I thought for a moment, is bro shawnieboy going to fly us kite?
Luckily you did not, keep up the good work my friend.
Will it be too much if you post the story in PARTS??? example 1 day 1 part.
try to up you again…..
sometimes i dun post is because.. when there is high traffic in SB forum the server loads very slowly and can take up to 10 mins pers post