Rachael Fletcher walked up the path to the canopied altar beneath the azure New Mexico sky on her son Aaron's arm, wondering all the while if her dress wasn't too revealing for a morning wedding. The neckline of her diaphanous pastel lavender gown plunged to her waist to show off her huge tits, with the skirt fitted at her waist and hips to hug every curve of her luscious figure. The soft intakes of breath and appreciative murmurs of the guests seated in rows on either side of the long, petal-strewn flagstone aisle were reassuring on that score. It was always her aim to be the object of lust by either men or women and on that score she had succeeded.
Rachael's fashion choices were hardly the most eye-catching among the wedding party, and it wasn't as if she could upstage the bride in that respect. Emily Marchand was dazzling in her daring gemstone-embellished white mini-dress, train, and high-heeled sandals. Her train fluttered on the arid breeze as she began her bridal walk, escorted by her father Glenn on her left and her aunt Danielle on her right.
Emily was as beautiful as Aaron was strong and tall and handsome. Everyone agreed that they were a perfect match. Rachael wished them all the happiness in the world in their future life together.
She also wished that her emotions were that uncomplicated and that she didn't envy Emily as she did. Her jealousy was unworthy and unfair. The girl was bright and friendly, appearing almost too innocent for her twenty-two years. Rachael had only finally met her face-to-face a week ago, and had liked her immediately. And yet...
"You're not losing a son, you're gaining a daughter." Seeing that Aaron's sudden betrothal to a near-stranger troubled Rachael, her well-intended friends were quick to volunteer that hoary proverb. But she was not close enough to anyone to confide the true reason for her dismay.
She might be gaining a daughter, but Rachael was losing the most fantastic stud she'd ever had between her legs. And she'd had him to herself for nearly five years.
Just last evening she'd slipped into her son's hotel room. They'd both been tipsy, but that hadn't prevented Aaron's prick from getting hard as an iron bar when his busty brunette mother had stripped off of her black cocktail dress and dragged him to bed. She'd barely released his cock all night, fucking him until he went soft and then sucking him back to life again, and again. She'd woken him before dawn this morning with a final blowjob before riding him to one last, ball-draining climax.
She didn't feel the least bit guilty about it. She knew Aaron's sexual capacities well and was sure that as much he and Emily adored one another, he'd have no trouble at all getting it up for her and filling her pussy with hard cock on their wedding night. And Rachael still felt the imprint of his huge cock inside her fuck channel six hours later, a last bittersweet memory to take with her when she returned to New York and left the young couple to make their new home together here in Santa Fe.
Rachael followed her own star where sex was concerned. She was an unapologetic, lusty slut, yet she'd never intended to become her only son's fuck-mate--at least, not consciously. Their affair had begun as what she'd believed was a simple case of mistaken identity.
She'd been very young when Aaron was born. His father, Milt, was a varsity running back at her high school. Milt was talented and strong as an ox, if only a little smarter than one, and was chasing an athletic scholarship and a shot at playing pro ball. He was a good fuck, but not looking to settle down and raise a suburban family. He'd proposed to Rachael anyway.
.She'd refused his offer, saying "no, thanks" to the prospect of married life with all of its archaic restrictions on female sexuality. Even at eighteen, her voracious sexual appetite and unbounded lust were too much for any one man to satisfy. Marrying Milt would have been unfair to him in more than one way. And he'd barely been able to hide his relief at being turned down.
Rachael had moved to the city, managing life as a single mother while working and putting herself through night school. She'd earned her degree, passed the securities exams, and landed a position at one of the big brokerages.
She earned every penny of her salary and commissions but was first to admit that playing the willing slut in the executive offices hadn't hurt her rise in the company ranks, either. But for every hour she spent on her knees or her back, she put in three on the trading floor, in client meetings, and researching the hell out of the market. Driven as she was, she vowed never to neglect her son. She was there for every teacher's meeting, soccer game, birthday party, and skinned knee of Aaron's life.
Rachael didn't have time for romance. She wasn't looking for a life partner. In her stolen hours of personal time, what she wanted was cock. Not sex with stressed-out middle-aged suits who could barely manage a few cum-spurts after three drinks at lunch, but crazy, hours-long no-strings fucking with hard-bodied studs.
She preferred her men handsome and creative and gentle--not too gentle--but mainly, she wanted them young and hung. A twenty-year-old part-time bike messenger with eight or nine inches always beat a heart surgeon who could read a wine list in French. She craved variety in her fucking, as well. That was a problem. Bringing a parade of strangers home to the apartment she shared with Aaron was out of the question.
Ever the pragmatic problem-solver, Rachael joined a sex club, It was an uptown place frequented by well-to-do professionals. In addition to the main club floor, it included party rooms where she engaged in delicious group scenes and a dungeon that she tried out once or twice. BDSM didn't turn out to be one of her kinks, even playing Dom. Most importantly, there were well-appointed private suites upstairs that she could reserve on short notice.
She had four hookup apps on her phone. She rarely knew the names or even faces of the guys she swiped right on until they were face-to-face and naked. She uploaded lots of nude snapshots of herself. Even with her face blurred out, she took a good picture. Droves of eager volunteers responded, and she gathered an impressive collection of erect dick pics. If a man measured up, she'd arrange to meet them at her club.
At 6:30 on the Friday evening that was to seal Rachael's destiny as an incestuous slut she found herself sitting alone at a table in a high-backed booth in the dimly-lit club bar. She was there to meet the anonymous owner of a particularly prodigious cock. She'd masturbated for days to images of her next lover-to-be's massive hard-on.
Too many men bragged if they were as much as an inch longer than average in the dick department. She'd learned to spot exaggerated camera angles and Photoshopped cocks. This new fellow was refreshingly modest. His profile didn't offer dimensions, but his cock hung more than halfway to his knees when soft. When erect it looked to her expert eyes like it must be nearly a foot long.
She sipped her Manhattan and flipped through of few of those pictures, brimming with anticipation at the promise of a leisurely evening spent taking that monster in all her horny holes. When a shadow fell across her table, she smiled and looked up at the handsome face of--her son!
"Aaron!" Rachael blushed crimson, mind racing to figure out how to explain her presence in a place like this. "Jesus Christ, what are you doing here?"
"Why does anyone come here?" Aaron looked startled, but not nearly as flustered as his mother. "Looking to meet someone."
"This...this isn't really an appropriate place for you to be hanging around," Rachael stammered. What would she do if her mystery stud showed up while Aaron was standing right there?
"Aw, Mom, a bunch of the guys from college hang out here. Guys who're into MIL--I mean, guys who like to spend time with more experienced women." Seeing that nothing he said was making the situation better, Aaron tried to change the subject. He frowned at the empty seat across from Rachael. "Look, do I have to stand here like I'm getting lectured about cutting school or something?"
"Sorry. Sit down." Rachael lowered her voice and glanced around furtively. Ordinarily, she assumed that no behavior was raunchy enough to create a scene in this place, but now she was suddenly afraid of attracting attention. "You're not even old enough to drink," she muttered weakly.
"Good thing you're my chaperone." Rather than sitting across from his mother, he slid onto the padded bench next to her. When she scooted aside to make room he followed, his hip pressing against hers as she backed into the corner. "I don't know what you're so skittish about. No one's looking at us. Isn't meeting strangers what people come here for?"
"You're not a stranger."
"They don't know that." Aaron rolled his eyes. "Let's get out of here, then. We can go for coffee. Unless you're waiting for someone?"
"Yes! I mean, no, I'm not waiting," Rachael blurted out. "Yes, let's go somewhere. I-I have a room. Upstairs."
She was at a loss for what to do next. She'd worked hard to keep her sexual adventures a secret from Aaron. She told herself that she was unashamed of her sexuality, but on some unconscious level, she'd always feared her son seeing her as a tramp. How could she explain being found sitting in a sex club waiting for a stranger to screw her? Where to begin?
Aaron put the question to rest as soon as she'd locked the door to her suite by handing her his phone. The screen displayed one of the photos from her online dating profile: her face out of frame, fingers toying with her hard nipples, her glistening, open cunt the focus of the camera's lens.
It was a photo she'd sent to tonight's anonymous stud.
"Oh my God," she croaked. "I'm here to meet you."
"You do go for young guys. Don't you, Mom?" Aaron's blue eyes twinkled. "Thing is, guys my age like to talk. They brag. And it turns out that last month you banged my roommate's best friend three times. He had pictures."
She immediately remembered the three-timer--a big lunk who could go for hours, yet wasn't stuck up about it. In fact, he'd been shy and disarming, so much so that she'd broken her own rule and taken a selfie with him.
"I'm sorry. Aaron." She sat down on the edge of the white Barcelona lounger in the middle of the living room. "I'm so sorry that you...that is, your friend --"
"Don't be. Bill's an operator. Comes off like a big kid, but gets what he wants. Don't worry, either. He didn't know who you were and I didn't let on that I recognized you. But I got your online profile from him."
She barely heard his last few words over the beat of her pulse in her ears as she struggled to absorb the shocking truth. The stud she'd fantasized about for days was her son. That gorgeous, giant cock in all those photos was Aaron's. It was straining against the fly of his slacks at that very moment, inches from her face and hard as a rock.
Rachael cared deeply about only two things in life. One was her son, and the other was fucking. Until that instant, the two had never crossed. But now he'd lured her into this meeting in full awareness of what she wanted. It added up to only one thing.
"I showed up here hoping to get laid by someone I didn't know," she said, voice trembling. "Your mother is a slut. What do you think of that?"
He didn't have to answer. His cock leaped visibly in his pants and his smile broadened into a thoroughly unfilial, wolfish leer.
"Well, then. You're more wicked than me, aren't you?" Rachael sank to her knees on the thick carpet in front of Aaron and reached for his crotch. "Like I said, I fuck total strangers. Anyone I like, whenever I want. You, on the other hand, came here hoping to fuck your own mother. You're a fucking pervert.
. "And that is so hot." She sank to her knees on the thick carpet in front of Aaron, reached for his crotch, and unzipped his fly. He wasn't wearing undershorts, and the huge wedge-shaped head of his prick poked out like a serpent's head.
"Sweet Jesus." Rachael's mouth was dry as cotton as she pulled his cock out into the open, inch after inch after steely inch. It was the biggest she'd ever held, and she couldn't wrap her hand all the way around its girth. It was warm, silky-soft and hard as a rock at the same time, the delightful male paradox that had fascinated Rachael ever since she'd first touched a prick.
But this was not just any prick. It was her son's cock, her own flesh and blood.
She unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down to his ankles. His cock sprang out long and beautiful and curving upward. The big veins on the stalk traced deep shadows along its length under the dim lamplight. When she slid both her small hands along it, the shaft grew even bigger. Her panties were soaked through with her pussy juice.
"So goddamn good," Aaron hissed. "I can't believe it's finally happening. You know how long I've wanted you to jack me off?" He pulled his sweater over his head and kicked off his shoes. "Play with it, Mom. Think about how good it'll feel when I stick my big dick up your cunt. I'm gonna fuck you til you scream."
"I can't wait, Baby. I know I'll love it. But first..." She sucked his cock-knob into her mouth, feeling it throb and swell further as his blood rushed through it. Her jaw was stretched to the limit, her lips taut as elastic bands as they slipped over the flaring ridge of his glans and took in a few inches more of the hard, fleshy column. Dribbles of pre-cum spilled onto her tongue and oozed down the back of her throat. She steadied the root of his prick with one hand and fondled his hanging balls with the other. His sack was huge and full. The lure and promise of a geyser of pure, hot semen spurred Rachael's efforts as she sucked more of his pole into her throat.
"I can't take this!" Aaron grabbed his mother's shoulders and abruptly pulled her to her feet. "I want you bare-ass naked too, Mom!"
Rachael undressed quickly, shimmying out of her dress and underwear and tossing them haphazardly on the sofa. Aaron's eyes grew wide as she turned slowly in front of him, displaying her lush body like a stripper on a stage. She'd done exactly this for hundreds of men over the years but found herself a little wobbly on her knees this time. Everything Aaron had said and done this evening made clear how vividly he'd imagined this moment and determinedly schemed to make it happen. She couldn't bear disappointing him in any way.
She was in fine physical condition for forty and knew it. Hell, she looked better naked than most women half her age. Her tits were huge, round, and barely drooped when she went braless, as she preferred to do. Her nipples stuck out nearly an inch when aroused, with lightly tanned, domed areolae that she could barely cover with her small, delicate hands. Her waist was narrow, her hips and ass small and curvy, her legs long and sleek and shapely. She had the high-arched feet of a dancer, though she used them far more often for jerking off men's cocks.
Rachael didn't consider herself vain. As a financial broker, she believed in realistically evaluating one's assets. Her one prideful indulgence was her cunt. She'd blown one of her earliest commission checks on having her pubic hair permanently removed. She pampered her pussy with oils and emollients just as she did her face, keeping her skin supple and soft and youthful. The vision of her completely smooth, pink mound framing the neat cleft of her narrow-lipped pussy was guaranteed to excite men, especially the younger guys that she most favored as fuck partners.
Standing naked before Aaron, feet planted wide and hips thrust forward to put herself on full display, she must have been more brazen than he'd dared hope. Wild-eyed, he lifted her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, setting her on the edge of the quilted satin cover of the oversized bed. He grabbed her slim ankles, tipped her onto her back, and spread her legs.
"Oh!" Rachael cried in happy surprise. "Fuck Mommy? Please?"
"Uh-uh." Instead of sliding his cock into his mother's cunt, Aaron knelt between her thighs and planted a kiss at the top of her pussy slit. Her already-stiff clit popped out of its hood like bread from a toaster. Aaron drew it into his mouth, massaging it with his lips and tongue.
"Yesss..." Rachael sighed, more turned-on than she'd been in years. She squirmed on the bed, her hips jerking in time with her son's gentle sucking. She loved getting her pussy eaten patiently, as any woman would. Most young studs rushed it. They needed some coaching and encouragement to master the skill. Not Aaron. "You're so good! So good..."
"'Cause I love doing it," he replied, lifting his pussy juice-smeared face from between her legs to grin at her. "To be honest, most chicks need it before they're willing to try to take my dick."
"Not this one, honey," Rachael cooed. "I'm ready for you right now."
He looked doubtful. "I'm kinda, uh, on the big side."
"You've got the kind of cock I've dreamed about." Rachael reached a hand down to stroke her son's dark hair. "It's awful of me, but if I'd ever suspected you were this well-hung I'd have jumped you the first chance I got. My own son."
"Don't sound so awful to me." He lowered his face to her cunt again, nibbling and licking on her straining clit before tracing his tongue around the inside of her pussy lips. He opened her gently, blowing light puffs of warm air into her wet hole. Her juices streamed down over her ass crack to soak the bedspread.
He'd said "most chicks" so off-handedly that she couldn't help wondering how many women he'd been with. Who had taught her son to please pussy so masterfully? She'd met one or two of his girlfriends over the years. They were cute young coeds, but she couldn't picture any of them as experienced seductresses.
There was no jealousy in her curiosity about Aaron's other lovers. She believed herself emotionally incapable of sexual envy. Not in those days. Not that evening.
Aaron ate her out for what seemed like hours. She floated in a haze of arousal, her senses awash in such sensual pleasure that she could have gone on that way forever. Then, without warning, Aaron's tongue probed deep into her fuck-tunnel to tickle her G-spot and the most unexpected, intense orgasm of her life surged through her.
"OH YES!" Rachael screamed, humping and jamming her pelvis against her son's mouth. He held onto her thighs and drummed his tongue tip without pause against the precious little nerve cluster. She gasped and cried and beat her heels against the mattress while she came.
When her climax subsided, she opened her eyes to see Aaron standing between her thighs with his legs bent to bring his hips to the level of hers. He pointed the mushroom-like head of his prick at her cunt and leaned forward.
"No," she managed to murmur.
"No?" A shadow of disappointment crossed his young face.
"Not that way." Rachael languidly extended one arm, patting the mattress. "Lie down up here. Mama wants to ride you."
He brightened and fairly leaped into the middle of the bed. Rachael straddled him, spreading her cunt lips apart with two fingers to fit the bulging head of his cock into her pussy hole. She grimaced slightly as she lowered herself, feeling her cunt stretching wider than ever on a man's prick.
"Careful," Aaron groaned. "Don't push too fast, Mom. I warned you."
"I'll be fine," she reassured him as she sank further onto his shaft. "I live for big dicks." She took a deep breath and pushed. "Not...that...I've ever had one quite like... yours!"
She put her hands on his broad shoulders, paused, and leaned forward to lift her cunt off of all but the tip of his cock. Rocking back, she managed to take more of him the second time, and still more the third until she was able to take his entire length into the depths of her sex channel.
Oh my God! Oh, Aaron, sweetheart, I love...I love you. I love your huge cock!"
A hint of amusement played on Aaron's lips as he grabbed his mother's small ass cheeks, squeezing the resilient globes possessively as she began rising and falling on his prick. She worked into a slow rhythm, luxuriating in the hot pressure of his huge cock gliding along her slick inner walls, varying her speed and angle so that his meat massaged all her most sensitive spots. Rachael knew her body and its responses well. When she fucked a man she made certain she extracted every ounce of pleasure there was to be had from the coupling, regardless of whether her partner was an experienced man of the world or some teenage office intern whose cherry she was taking.
In Aaron, she had the best of everything. He fucked like a veteran stud but with the stamina and unguarded glee that she so prized in young men. He lifted his hips to follow her whenever she rose, unwilling to relinquish an inch of her warm, supple cock-sleeve.
She was overcome by sudden regret--not guilt at violating some ancient prohibition against incest, but dismay at realizing that she'd lived with this virile young bull for so long without it ever occurring to her to indulge in such forbidden joys. The years wasted...well, there was no point in dwelling on missed opportunities. They'd surely make up for lost time.
She offered her son a fat nipple to suck. He latched on and pulled the tan flesh as far into his mouth as he could, flicking his tongue back and forth like a metronome across the hard nubbin. When he lightly bit down on her tit flesh and dug his fingertips deeper into her ass she squealed happily and clenched her inner muscles around his cock.
"Oh fuck, you are so hot," Aaron mumbled around her tit. "Keep that up and I'm gonna come real soon."
"Go ahead, Baby! I want to feel your cum shooting in me. I'll get you hard again right away!" Rachael babbled. "We have all night, and all the time we want from now on." She bounced faster on his prick, tossing her head back and moaning, savoring the sensation of being filled like never before in her life. For a wanton slut like Rachael, the awareness that it was her son's huge cock driving into her pussy multiplied her pleasure a hundredfold. It was the culmination of her life of debauchery. Nothing was forbidden to her, now.
Aaron never let up in his ravenous sucking at her luscious tit globes, pumping harder and faster into her pussy all the time. Huge as her tits were, Rachael almost believed that he might succeed in swallowing them whole. As he sucked he ran his big fingers down her ass crease, seeking out her anus. He teased the puckered ring of muscle and it dilated. She shrieked as her son's index finger slid into her ass up to the knuckle.
"Awwwhh...I'm...I'm there! I'm there! Cum with me! Oh, darling, shoot your load in my cunt now now NOW!"
Aaron arched his hips off the bed, spearing his cock to the balls in his mother's quivering fuck-hole. As the first sizzling blast of his potent jism rifled into her womb, she climaxed. Her cunt walls spasmed and she howled like a cat, waves of ecstasy engulfing her body and the entire span of her consciousness shrinking down until the pulsing heat of her son's driving, cum-spewing fuck-rod was the only thing in her universe.
"Fuck me, darling!" Rachael screamed. "Fuck Mommy! Fuck Mommy forever!"
"Forever" had passed too quickly. Rachael and Aaron continued to live together in her Upper East Side brownstone until he graduated from college. At first, both continued to date and fuck other people. Rachael had insisted on that. Over time, though, she lost interest in men other than her son.
She meant to be a good mother, and that included hoping that her son would find a life partner in his cohort, someone he could love for a lifetime and start a family with. Such a life had never been Rachael's dream for herself, but she never assumed that Aaron would follow her path.
Rachael was not the jealous type. Not at all.
Added to that, Aaron might be her ideal stud but he was only one man. "You did warn me," he said with a chuckle just before dawn one morning after they'd been up all night fucking. "I'm gonna need backup." He'd happily brought his friends around to help satisfy his mother's endless cravings for young cock. She rediscovered her passion for group fucking, only so long as Aaron was part of the group.
She dropped her downtown club membership. It had become redundant.
A few weeks before graduation, Aaron landed a job with Marchand Laboratories, a biotech startup in Santa Fe. Then the pandemic hit, and he found himself working remotely for the first year of his career. His productivity and innovation were nonetheless outstanding, especially given how much of the workday he spent with his mother crouched between his knees sucking him off. He attracted the attention of the company CEO, Glenn Marchand. When people started traveling again, Glenn promoted him to a position at company headquarters.
For the next year, Aaron shuttled back and forth between Santa Fe during the week and New York on weekends. Rachael knew that couldn't last. She braced herself for her son's eventual relocation out west.
She wasn't prepared for him to announce his engagement to Glenn's daughter, Emily.
And so, Rachael found herself sitting alone at the hotel bar at one end of the outdoor pavilion where the wedding reception was being held, nursing a drink and watching the celebrating throng. The weather was perfect for the occasion, warm and breezy with a few early stars visible in the gathering dusk. Dinner had been cleared, the toasts were done, and the family, friends, and eager young Marchand employees who'd made the guest list were dancing and drinking and laughing too loudly. A few couples were already offering Emily and Aaron their parting congratulations before drifting back indoors with more intimate celebrations in mind.
Rachael understood that urge. Weddings had always made her hot, but as she entered her forties her already ferocious libido had kicked into overdrive. She was in constant heat.
She needed to get fucked, and soon. But by whom?
Much as she adored young men, it wouldn't be fair to Aaron for her to start jumping the bones of the guys he worked with and, in many cases, supervised. Most of the men closer to her age were already partnered up.
There was Glenn Marchand himself. He was a dark man, fit and rugged, his curly hair touched with enough gray to lend distinction to his handsome features. His conduct toward Rachael since they'd met had been easy, charming, and reserved. She knew when a man was interested in her, and Glenn was.
She sighed and drained her glass. If screwing her son's workmates might undermine him then fucking his boss was surely out of the question.
"Ms. Fletcher? May I get you another drink?"
At first, Rachael assumed the rangy, good-looking blond youth at her elbow was a waiter, but there was something familiar about him. They'd been introduced at one of the whirlwind of social gatherings leading up to the wedding, but she couldn't quite place him.
"N-no thank you. I must already be over my limit." Embarrassed by her lapse, she struggled to remember. One of Emily's family?
"I'm Jeremy. Emily's cousin."
"Oh! I'm so sorry," Rachael said. "I remember you, you're Danielle's son. Blame it on my age."
"But you're so young!" Jeremy offered the awkward compliment shyly, but his eyes drifted downward, wandering speculatively over her firm round breasts and the smooth expanse of upper thigh visible through her revealing gown. Realizing that she'd caught him staring, he blushed.
"Um...I was wondering if you'd like to dance?"
"Oh, honey, that's very sweet of you..." Rachael began. Jeremy's face fell. He was so young, probably not yet nineteen, and he'd been lurking nearby working up his courage. He wanted more than a dance, that was obvious, and she didn't want to lead him on only to disappoint him later.
The only fair thing to do, then, was to fuck him. He was terribly cute.
"I'd love to." Jeremy's face lit with surprise and delight as she offered him her arm. This is an epically bad idea she told herself, warming to the erotic potential of the situation. A quick spin around the floor and she'd whisk him off to her room. At his age, he was probably good for two, perhaps three hard-ons in under an hour. She'd get a mouth and a cunt full and have him back at the reception before they were missed.
They didn't make it as far as the dance floor.
"Jeremy!" Danielle Marchand called out as she approached. "Would you run and fetch my purse? I left it in the suite downstairs that we used for a dressing room. I want to write the caterer a check for incidentals before--"
"Aw, Mom, don't you have an account with them?" Jeremy protested. "Ms. Fletcher and I were gonna--"
"Just be a dear and do it for me," Danielle said. "It won't take you five minutes."
Danielle smiled wryly at Rachael as her son trotted away. "No need to thank me for the rescue," she said. "He's a horny little bastage. They all are, at that age."
"He was charming, actually," Rachael replied. "And quite the gentleman. Or am I not the one you thought needed rescuing?"
Danielle's smile broadened into a toothy grin. "I like you, lady. I suspect we have a lot in common."
Glenn's sister had interested Rachael from their first meeting, as well. All Aaron had said about Danielle was that she served in a "consulting role" to her brother. She was aristocratically beautiful, with cool gray eyes, finely sculpted features, and flowing platinum hair which she wore this evening in a braided updo. She was curvy, with the kind of round hips and big tits that must have attracted attention no matter whether she was dressed for the office, in jeans, or the formal, strapless sheath she was wearing now. She'd attended the wedding unescorted, as she had the rehearsal and dinner. Rachael had seen no evidence of romantic attachments in Danielle's life, either male or female.
Danielle waved her champagne flute toward the crowd of guests, saying, "Rather slim pickings, don't you agree? I see most of these people every day at the office. Any of them I'd want to fuck, I have. And I don't like to double-dip. That only encourages expectations on their part that I've no interest in fulfilling."
"You are a frank one, aren't you?"
"I'm honest." Danielle drained her glass and sniffed at it. "I've got better stuff up in my room. Twelve-year-old Scotch. Why don't we get out of here for a while?"
"Lead the way."
The elevator doors had barely closed with them inside when Danielle leaned in and kissed her softly on the mouth. Rachael parted her lips readily to accept the blonde's probing tongue. "I wanna see what's under the gown," Danielle whispered, sliding her hands over the curves of Rachael's hips.
They undressed each other in the entrance hall of Danielle's suite. Danielle flicked Rachael's bra open with practiced ease before shedding her own and dropping it to the floor. "Sweet freedom! God, don't you hate these contraptions? They're murder on big-titty babes like us." She cupped her massive tits in her hands and lifted them for closer inspection. They were beautiful and even bigger than Rachael's, with large pale nipples that made the brunette's mouth water.
"I've been wanting out of that thing all day," Rachael agreed. "Sometimes I think big boobs are more trouble than they're worth." She ducked her head to suck one of Danielle's nipples into her mouth. The blonde shivered, backed up a few steps, and sat down on a nearby chair. Rachael straddled one of her trim thighs, rubbing her moist pussy along the soft, hot flesh.
"But they do get the guys' cocks hard in a hurry, don't they?" Danielle snickered. "Nothing like a tit fuck to resurrect a spent dick." She gave Rachael a curious look. "Do you suck your own, dear? Oh, you must!"
Rachael took her mouth from Danielle's nipple, chuckling. "That's like asking a guy if he jacks off, isn't it? The answer's understood."
"Show me!" Danielle sprang to her feet and took Rachael's hand, nearly dragging her new friend to the bedroom.
Rachael crawled across the luxurious French country bed and lay on her back with her head and shoulders propped against the richly upholstered headboard. Danielle snuggled up next to her, shoulder-to-shoulder, watching intently as Rachael raised one enormous tit-globe to her mouth and lightly stroked the underside of her tongue across the nipple. Both of her soft brown areolae puckered and tightened, her nipples hardening in the blink of an eye. She darted the tip of her tongue at one rubbery nubbin, heating up between her legs.
"I like the way you tease yourself," Danielle said. "It's like tickling yourself, isn't it, really hard to do. You're a real expert."
"Finding new ways to make myself cum is my favorite hobby," Rachael giggled. "When I'm alone, that is. Naturally, I'd rather have a hard stud to play with...or another woman."
"Mmmm, I can't wait for you to use your tongue on me like that." Danielle delicately traced her fingertips in circles around her own nipples, spreading her legs to give Rachael a better view of her pussy. She had a small slit with a prominent clit and a narrow tuft of fine, nearly white hair above her mound. "But, for now..." Danielle brought one of her tits to her mouth, mirroring Rachael as they both whipped their tongues rapidly over their swollen nipples.
The unfolding scene appealed to Rachael's exhibitionist nature. Continuing to suck and nibble at her tit-flesh, she couldn't help reaching down to rub her clit.. "Let's do each other," Danielle suggested, grabbing Rachael's hand and pulling over to rest on her own belly. She lightly massaged Rachel's pussy lips with a manicured finger. When Rachael lowered her hand to Danielle's cunt, the hot little hole clasped and sucked her index finger inside.
The two sluts lay together for a long time, squirming and moaning, each sucking their own fat tits while finger-fucking one another to orgasm. It was exactly what Rachael needed, to distract and stop her from wallowing in her self-centered grief at giving up her son to another woman. She was grateful for having found a kindred spirit in Danielle. The woman embraced and shared her kinks and her abiding commitment to the pursuit of sexual pleasure in every form. She was a most promising new fuck-partner.
Danielle rolled over on top of Rachael, kissing her deeply while mashing their huge breasts together. Talk about an expert! It required only the slightest deft wriggle for the blonde to position herself so that her clit brushed Rachael's, sending a bolt of sensual joy rocketing through both of them.
"Awwwgh!" Rachael climaxed immediately, arching her hips instinctively as if to capture a stud's stabbing cock. Instead, she wrapped her legs around Danielle's slender waist as tight as she could to maintain contact between their tingling fun buttons as they humped and ground frantically together. "Aw God, I'm dying...it's too good...you're killing me!"
"Oh, we're just beginning, you delicious bitch," Danielle taunted. "You think you're quite the whore now, but you've no idea of the wickedness that we'll get into together." She punctuated her words with short thrusts of her hips. "I'm going to love teaching you all of it."
She kissed Rachael's forehead and cheeks and chin before trailing her lips down the brunette's tender throat and over the upper curves of her quivering tits. Rachael's belly trembled as Danielle fondled the big, soft orbs, alternately blowing warm air across her stiff nipples and covering them with feathery licks and little bites.
"Such big beauties," Danielle murmured, kneading Rachael's tit-globes between teasing sucks at her nipples. "And so sensitive, aren't they? I can tell by the way your pussy leaks when I do this." She clamped her mouth around Rachael's left tit, sucking hard and long and steadily until Rachael sobbed with joy.
"Yes...yes...Suck me, Danielle...Jesus that feels wonderful...you are so good..."
"I know." Danielle looked up with a wry smile. "I'm good because I love titty-eating almost as much as I love sucking cock--and, in case you weren't sure, I'll suck cock for days. " She attacked the other tit with the same hunger and intensity as the first while Rachael twisted beneath her in the throes of helpless desire. Danielle worked her over for a long time, switching back and forth, sucking one tit while her fingertips danced over the saliva-slick flesh of the other. Rachael fought for breath, gasping and panting so desperately that she was afraid she'd pass out.
"You ever cum from having your titties sucked?"
"Uh-uh," Rachael wheezed, shaking her head wanly.
"You're about to." Danielle pressed Rachael's tits together and pulled the elastic flesh upward until the nipples rubbed against one another, inches from her drooling mouth. She whipped her tongue furiously over both hard pink tips, massaging the warm spongy flesh before opening her mouth wide to swallow nearly half of the throbbing orbs.
"Aiiieeeee!" Rachael shrieked. She writhed and flopped helplessly on the mattress, wrapping her arms around Danielle's head and crushing the blonde's face against her chest. It was as if a damn had burst inside her, a river of pussy cream squirting from her convulsing cunt as an explosive orgasm wracked her nervous system.
"I...don't believe it," Rachael said after catching her breath. "I've...never cum like that from tit-play. Imagine, at my age! You were right, it's embarrassing what I don't know about fucking and sucking."
Danielle rolled onto her back. "First time for everything. I'm sure you've got a few tricks of your own to teach me." Rachael caught the playful challenge in her tone, along with a faintly mocking note. Danielle winked, spreading her legs and bending her knees so that her feet were flat on the mattress and her cunt was on full display. "Come on, honey. Show Auntie how you eat pussy."
Auntie? The endearment was an odd one, but Rachael was too distracted by the allure of the blonde's beckoning cunt to dwell on it. Hers was a pretty, pouting little pussy. Even flushed and swollen with lust, her pale coral labia were trim, narrow curtains that barely stood out from her mound. It was like the fuck-hole of a woman half Danielle's age, and the tuft of blonde hair atop it pointed like an arrow to the polished pearl of her prominent clit.
Rachael lay on her stomach between Danielle's parted thighs, focusing first on that sweet pink button. She kissed it gently, pursing and working her lips around it as if it were a succulent grape from which she hoped to draw juice.
Danielle closed her eyes and inhaled through her teeth. "That's so fucking good," she hissed, running her fingers through Rachael's dark tresses, urging her on. Rachael needed no encouragement. The heat and scent of Danielle's glistening wet pussy called to her. She rolled her tongue all around the rim of the blonde's mound before probing the moist folds of the lips themselves. "Ahh! You do know what you're doing, don't you?"
"You're surprised?" Rachael had been a cunt-lapper since before her boyfriend Milt had fucked away her cherry, thanks to her next-door neighbor Julie Greene. The Greenes had been newlyweds. Bill Greene's job kept him on the road a good deal of the time. Julie took a special liking to the serious, dark-haired eighteen-year-old next door, inviting her over to spend summer afternoons lounging by the Greenes' backyard pool.
Young Rachael thanked God for the Greenes' high wooden privacy fence, which prevented her parents from seeing that Julie preferred to sunbathe in the nude and encouraged Rachael to do the same. Before long, Julie was playing with Rachael's body, fingering her to climax and eating her out.
Julie had a passion for teen pussy. Her taste for young twat eventually caught up with her at the private girls school where she worked as a nurse. She was caught one afternoon indulging in an after-school tryst with three senior cheerleaders. Rumor was that a newly installed infirmary security camera captured Julie lying naked on a cot with Kimmy Lee fisting her and the blonde Davis twins crouched at her sides sucking her nipples while she finger-fucked them both.
The scandal ended Julie's marriage. She left town shortly after the separation from her husband. But in those four perfect months with her, Rachael acquired years' worth of experience at pleasuring pussy as well as learning all the ways that her body was designed for sensual enjoyment. Rachael credited her neighbor for the gift of self-knowledge that would later factor into her rejecting Milt's proposal. Being tied down to a single cock would be bad enough, but to be denied pussy altogether? That was unthinkable.
Rachael moaned hungrily at the first taste of Danielle's cunt cream. She stabbed her tongue far up into the blonde's pussy and was rewarded by a flood of more of the warm gooey stuff. Danielle's cunt channel flexed and contracted in response to her explorations. She basked in the familiar sense of power that going down on a woman brought with it. Molding her lips to Danielle's mound in an open-mouthed kiss, she dabbed her tongue along the inner surface of Danielle's fuck-hole, searching...
"Right there," Danielle hissed. "Keep licking right there." Her hands clenched into tight fists and she pulled her knees tight against her chest, flattening her tits against her rib cage. Having found her target, Rachael lightly dragged the flat of her tongue back and forth over the blonde's G-spot.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Danielle gripped Rachael's head with both hands. Her eyes closed, her slack mouth gaped open and she climaxed, feeding pussy juice straight into Rachael's mouth. Rachael kept licking, milking more spurts of luscious female nectar, gulping greedily until it dribbled out past her lips and rolled down her chin.
Rachael's own pussy was drenched from the excitement of getting Danielle off this way. She ran two fingers in and out of her fuckhole, desperate to cum herself. Danielle watched her through half-closed eyes.
"You've got such dainty hands. Wouldn't you rather have something bigger between your legs?"
"Such as?"
Danielle stretched and rolled out of bed, reaching into the top drawer of an antique dresser to produce a strap-on dildo. It was made from a flexible, translucent pink plastic, curved like a man's erect cock. Rather than being realistically textured, it had thick, gently rounded intersecting spirals sculpted deep into its length, giving it a pronounced corkscrew appearance. At one end was a featureless egg-shaped knob about the size of a golf ball. On the other was a cup harness shaped to fit over a woman's crotch. Rachael watched with some trepidation as Danielle slipped the elastic straps over her thighs and secured them around her waist.
"I had it custom-made," Danielle boasted. "Molded snug to my pussy. I get a constant clit massage whenever I use it."
Rachael was still on her hands and knees. Danielle climbed into bed behind her, the comically male appliance wobbling and jutting incongruously in front of her. "Lift your lovely ass higher," she instructed. "There, like that." She slipped two fingers into Rachael's pussy from behind. "You're plenty wet and ready for my 'boyfriend' here. But let's make sure..." She sealed her cushiony lips to Rachael's pussy mound, drooling thick saliva and wriggling her tongue around to lubricate the inner walls of the horny brunette's slit. Then she sat back on her heels and landed a stinging slap across Rachael's ass while aiming the dildo.
Danielle pushed the smooth tapered tip of her fake cock into the wet open mouth of Rachael's cunt. Rachael automatically shoved her pelvis backward to capture the resilient plastic dome. Danielle drove forward, the thick nubby shaft of the toy stretching Rachael's pussy as it opened her up, driving halfway into her on the first thrust.
"Ow!"
"You love it, slut," Danielle taunted. "Now see how I fuck a bitch!"
Rachael whimpered from the intense stimulation of the dildo's passage up her creamy fuck-tunnel. It lacked the heat and intimate thrill of Aaron's hard naked flesh taking intimate possession of her motherly cunt but felt even bigger than her son's cock as it penetrated further and further. The plastic shaft's rope-like ridges triggered tiny spasms within her inner walls, which alternately tightened and relaxed as the sculpted surface glided along the moist, tender tissues. Danielle applied steady pressure until the plastic pole was buried halfway inside Rachael, withdrew it very slowly, and slammed forward again until her pelvic bone bumped Rachael's ass.
Rachael shrieked. Danielle laughed and pumped her hips in short thrusts with such force that Rachael couldn't catch her breath. She clawed madly at the bed sheets and twisted her hips, at one moment trying to escape the pummeling device and then trying to take more of it up her cunt in the next.
"I do know what you're feeling," Danielle soothed. "I've been on the receiving end of this fellow more than a few times. You've got ten solid inches reaming your horny cunt out. My cock never goes soft and I can do this for an hour if I'm in the mood. What do you think, hmm? Can you take an hour? Maybe two? What about all night?"
"You're killing me!" Rachael cried.
"Yet you're already so very close to cumming, aren't you? A woman can tell." Danielle bit her lip, enjoying the friction of the dildo's saddle against her clit as she pumped in and out. She ran her hands down Rachael's back, from her shoulder blades to her ass, tenderly massaging the quivering flesh. "You'll love this more every time I fuck you with it. Before long you'll be bringing this thing to me like a puppy fetches its favorite ball to its master."
Every time? What did she mean by that? Rachael's mind wouldn't focus. Danielle lengthened her strokes, yanking the dildo completely out each time before slamming it back in again.
"It's...I'm...I'm Oh OH FUCK!" Rachael's orgasm descended like a cyclone on the prairie, coming out of nowhere and everywhere at once. The guttural sound of her own screams echoed distantly and her vision dimmed as the whirlwind of ecstasy dragged her under. Her limbs went limp and she collapsed flat on the bed.
"Fuck. You always start without me," a male voice grumbled. Rachael opened her eyes. Danielle's son, Jeremy, was standing at the foot of the bed unbuttoning his navy blue blazer.
"Oh no!" Panic gave her the strength to scramble to her knees and grab two pillows to shield her nakedness from the teenager's unwavering stare. "What the hell's going on here?" Behind her, Danielle snickered.
"I didn't hear you come in," Danielle drawled lazily, rolling onto her back. "And you know very well by now what my rules are, darling. I get at least an hour alone with a new one. Then, and only then, you get your turn." She eyed her son appraisingly. "That is if I give you permission."
"But--"
"I haven't decided if I'm ready to share our new playmate just yet, Jeremy. She's something special. She may take some more breaking-in."
"Mom!"
"You can never take a joke." Danielle wrinkled her nose and poked her tongue at her son. "All right, then. Undress and come to bed."
Jeremy's body was lean and nearly hairless and his fully erect cock thrust out between his legs like a meaty missile ready for launch. It was nearly a match for Aaron's, a few inches shorter but just as big around. If the nature of his relationship with his mother wasn't already obvious, the lewd fire in Danielle's eyes at the sight of her son's rampant hard-on would have betrayed all.
Rachael's initial shock at his stealthy entrance gave way to lusty curiosity. She enthusiastically made room for him to get into bed between Danielle and herself. Stretching out his muscular arms, he hugged both women close. He shared a passionate kiss with his mother while Rachael looked on in wonder.
"You set me up," she said, chagrined but smiling. "Something tells me you two have done this before."
"We're a team," Jeremy admitted.
"I aimed him at you," Danielle said. "Dangled the prospect of a romp with a teen stud to get your engine purring, then swooped in to spring my trap."
"Nothing like overconfidence," Rachael said dryly.
"Was I wrong? I knew that you like the young stuff...?"
"And how would you know that?" Rachael's heart sank. There was only one possible answer. She wanted to hear it from Danielle herself.
"Pillow talk," Danielle said. "Now, don't go and fault Aaron. He's only a man. I can get most any man to tell me anything I want when I'm snapping my pussy snapping around his cock."
"You've fucked my son."
"And he's marvelous. " Seeing Rachael's dismay, Danielle took her hand and guided it to Jeremy's throbbing prick. "And now you have the chance to even the score by fucking Jeremy."
Rachael's head swam. Exactly how much had Aaron revealed about their unusual mother-son relationship? Did Emily know that her aunt had been fucking her fiancée? So many unanswered questions...but the immediacy of the hot, hard young prick in Rachael's hand distracted her from all of them. The dark, engorged head of Jeremy's cock was a blunt, smooth cudgel. Unlike Aaron's, it was smaller in circumference than the sleek tapering column of cock-meat it topped. She'd taken this kind of cock before. It would spread her tender pussy like a velvet wedge and open her wider and wider until the lad was in her to the root.
She couldn't deny herself such an experience. Her sluttish instincts took over and she moved her hand tentatively along the shaft, relishing each jerk and throb of the massive teen fuck-tool against her fingertips.
"Have you fucked many women?" she asked softly.
"A couple." Jeremy snorted as if it were the dumbest question he'd ever heard. Danielle slapped his ass hard.
"Show some respect," she admonished him, "or no pussy for you. Capisce?"
"Yes, Mother."
Rachael was about to object on Jeremy's behalf, determined to have him regardless of his manners, but saw that his mother's chiding was playful.
"Don't let his youth mislead you," Danielle said. " You might say his sexual education has been of the home-schooled variety--and he's a quick study. I introduced the curriculum when he turned eighteen. My birthday gift to him was a long morning suck-off in my bed. Then I straddled him and took his cherry. A once-in-a-lifetime thrill for us both. "
"My God..."
"Why so shocked?" Danielle looked at Rachael quizzically. "I'm a woman. Jeremy is a man. His cock fits in my cunt the same as any other."
Jeremy snickered. "Yeah, right. Admit it, Mom, you had some trouble."
"Don't be a braggart. But yes, getting my son's big cock up my pussy the first time was a challenge. I like a challenge, Rachael. Don't you?"
Rachael answered by bringing her face down to Jeremy's cock. Inhaling deeply of his male aroma, she parted her lips slightly and flicked her tongue out to catch a few drops of pre-cum on her tongue before pulling back teasingly. As she'd hoped, the sudden brief contact both excited and frustrated him; he hissed and lifted his hips off the mattress to follow her retreating mouth. She let him wait for several seconds before opening wide and guiding the hot head of his cock past her moist lips. His pulsing flesh was like warm velvet on her tongue.
"Fuck, that feels fantastic. Take it all, babe!"
"Jeremy!" Danielle said sharply. "I warned you once. Speak respectfully to Ms. Fletcher."
"Sorry. Please keep sucking me off, Ma'am." Smiling, Rachael bobbed her head on the teenager's cock. Closing her eyes, she shut out everything but the warm pressure of hard meat slipping into the back of her throat, the deep rasping of his breath, and the taste of pre-cum. Her cheeks hollowed as she gurgled and slurped her way along his length, drawing him down her throat. She lifted her head, swirling her tongue around the underside of his shaft, until only his knob was in her mouth. Then she swallowed the entire thing again.
Jeremy might be prone to youthful boasting, but he had a lot to be proud of--at least ten inches worth.
Danielle crouched and pressed her face to her son's nuts, licking his ball sack and peppering it with love bites. His glans swelled up even bigger in Rachael's mouth and more pre-cum flowed down the back of her throat. Jeremy produced more pre-cum than most older men did semen when they shot a full load.
How much cum was in those balls that Danielle so ardently nursed on? Rachael couldn't wait to find out. When he was completely inside her this time she ceased moving up and down on his prick, instead squeezing him inside her throat.
"Jesus fuck..." he groaned, eyes wide in disbelief.
"Is Ms. Fletcher a very good cocksucker, Jeremy?" Danielle winked at Rachael.
"She's awesome, Mom. Fuck, her mouth's like the tightest pussy ever is working my dick. Ah, Christ, she's milkin' me! She's jackin' me off with her throat!"
It was one of Rachael's favorite cocksucking techniques. Instead of bouncing her head up and down a guy's joint to get him off with the slippery friction, she remained completely still and let her rippling throat muscles massage his joint. Every so often she lifted her head, dragging her full lips snugly along his shaft until she reached the point where she could take a deep breath through her nose, then slowly descended until she was kissing his belly again.
The method never failed to drive men out of their skulls. And Rachael adored the powerful sense of womanhood that came from being filled to her limit by male flesh this way. What could be more feminine than surrendering to her primal lust for cock. She believed that her holes were made for pleasure--hers, and her partner of the hour. What else was being a woman all about?
Most importantly, sucking a man this way was guaranteed to build the pressure in his balls up to the point that when he finally erupted he'd cum like a fire hose
"I told you that she would be good, didn't I?" Danielle winked at Rachael. "A mother knows these things, Jeremy. Always listen to your mother."
On an impulse, Rachael took her mouth off Jeremy's prick and sat up.
"Rach--Ms. Fletcher, don't stop! Please!" he pleaded.
"I've never seen another woman suck her son's cock," she told Danielle. "That's got to be hot. Show me how you do it."
Silently, Danielle planted a lingering kiss at the base of Jeremy's cock. Her full, red lips clung to him as she kissed her way up one side of it, molding her mouth to the thick shaft, drooling and licking and gently humming deep in her throat as she went. Eyes half-closed, she looked intoxicated as she made love to her son's immense fuck-pole. Reaching the tip, she pursed her lips and sipped at his cum-slit as if it were a drinking straw through which she was consuming a treat. She laved his glans with her tongue, rolling it around its flaring rim before working her way back down along the big cum-tube on the underside of his prick.
Danielle wiggled her ass in the air and trembled from head to toe as she worked. Her nipples were hard and her areolae were tight as drums. Her customarily brassy persona vanished; exposing a woman consumed not just by passion but by deep adoration for her stud. What Rachael witnessed was worship. Doubtless Danielle would do anything, surrender everything in her life for her son and for the pleasure-pole that rose between his brawny young thighs.
Rachael felt a true kinship for the blonde. Danielle had been right when she'd said that they had much in common. They were sisters in embracing incest with their sons.
As if reading Rachael's thoughts, Danielle said, "Let's finish him together. You and me, sharing my son's cock, suck for suck."
Rachael pulled one of Jeremy's swollen balls into her mouth while his mother nibbled lightly down his cock-stalk. The women kissed. Danielle's mouth was wet and sticky with his pre-cum. Rachael wanted to devour her. They took turns throating him, one swallowing him to the root while the other played with his balls, switching off, drawing the game out until he was thrashing and arching his back off the mattress, cursing and begging for relief.
In the end, he filled two hot mouths with a fountain of cum. Rachael and Danielle shared his load. They kissed deeply, their tongues mixing the salty fluid and feeding it to one another.
"There's nothing like a young man's semen," Danielle said. "No matter how often I empty Jeremy's balls, his cum is always thick and flavorful. No one else produces sperm in the quantities a teen stud does, And just look at these cum-tanks." She hefted her son's balls on one palm.
"You look like you're weighing him for market," Rachael joked.
"Well, now that you mention it..."
"What? You're not serious!"
Danielle glanced at Jeremy. He dozed, at least temporarily exhausted. "Marchand Laboratories has grown tremendously in the last ten years," she said. "But at the end of the day, we're still a family business. We all have our parts to play in its success. My late father founded it. My brother, Glenn, is the visionary who leads us. Me? I'm a corporate consultant."
The change of subject perplexed Rachael, but she played along. "What exactly do you do, as a 'corporate consultant?'"
"I fuck, dear. Marchand clients, employees, even competitors, sometimes--you can file that last under 'corporate espionage.' Glenn's worked hard at building the business for the family. My talents and inclinations led me to become the best professional whore I can be.
"I'm very, very good. A turn in any of my fuck-holes is a powerful motivational tool for many of our key personnel. My cunt is a recruiting inducement. One of my rim jobs and the promise of more can be quite an effective negotiating tool.
"Sex is everything in life," Danielle declared, eyes glowing. "On the day that my father and Glenn first shared me between them, I realized that my destiny was to be a fuck-piece for powerful men. It's all I've ever wanted. But I have it on my terms. I've made myself indispensable to my brother, and that included giving him a son."
"Glenn is Jeremy's father?"
"Who else? There's some small possibility that he's Daddy's. I fucked both of them so often in those days. Sometimes they'd both cum in me within minutes, one after another. And we're too closely related for a simple DNA test to answer the question for sure. None of us care that much, least of all Jeremy. He's not gifted with much curiosity except about sex." Danielle sniffed. "I must say I envy you a tiny bit."
That startled Rachael. "In Heaven's name, why?"
"Your Aaron. He's smart, ambitious, and independent. All the things that Glenn is, and Jeremy isn't. I've spoiled my son. Having his mother suck the semen out of his balls several times a day will do that to a young man, I guess.
"So, I decided that his success must lie along the same path as mine. I'm the Marchand corporate whore, and Jeremy will be our sales-stud. I've made it my mission to inspire and train him for the life. There are many women among the executives that we do business with. Not to mention our energetic young female employees.
"To teach him properly, I bring in what you might call 'guest instructors.' It's not difficult to find mature women in my social circles who are intrigued by the invitation to join our mother and son special time. Worldly women that he can learn from. When I laid eyes on you, I suspected you could teach a master class. I'm rarely mistaken. Are you shocked?"
"It's...a lot to take in," Rachael admitted. She looked at the sleeping youth, at the long, soft tube of flesh resting on the bed sheet against one thigh. "'To market, to market,' hmm? He's certainly well-equipped for the trade. And all the stamina of youth, I imagine."
"When he's fresh in the morning, I've gotten him to shoot three times in under an hour."
"You're a lucky woman."
"Part of it is luck," Danielle agreed. "I offer him a great deal of encouragement. I wouldn't be much of a mother otherwise, would I? But there's discipline involved as well."
"What kind of discipline?"
"A training diet, for one thing. And I've had him on a strict regimen ever since he turned eighteen. No solitary masturbation. If I'm not jacking him off, then usually one of my girlfriends or my personal assistant is--you could say that Jeremy's become a perk of her job. One of my stipulations is that Lois works in the nude, and I rarely wear clothing around the mansion. I see to it that Jeremy is exposed to constant sexual stimulation of every sort. And then there are the professionals I employ. Physical therapists, doctors..."
"Doctors?"
"For supplementation. Hormonal support and enhancement. Jeremy's the same as any elite athlete. His chosen sport, if you will, happens to be fucking. He's a racehorse. A stallion."
As she spoke, Danielle brushed her fingertips in light circles up and down and around her son's cock, causing it to stiffen slightly. "Charting his course through life, he and I agree that the best use of his gifts is to sexually service as many women as he can, as frequently as he wishes. So what matters most in my darling son's case is virility. How often he can get it up. How long he lasts when I ride or suck him. The quantity and quality of semen he produces for me, or the other women I lend him to. Potency...Jeremy is a stud in the truest sense of the word. He's impregnated several of my more adventurous friends. They owe me for that.
"They're much too discreet to say it, but I suspect that they're hoping to bear 'Jeremys' of their own. As a matter of fact, I've considered motherhood again myself, and if I so choose, it will be my horse-dicked son who breeds me."
Danielle smiled lecherously. "Oh, I have managed to shock you, after all."
Before Rachael could answer, Jeremy grabbed his mother's wrist. "Fuck, I'll knock you up right now if you want, Mom."
"Darling! How long have you been pretending to be asleep?"
Shrugging, Jeremy spread his legs wider apart and moved her hand further down between his legs. "Play with my nuts while you run your mouth, huh?"
He radiated a laconic self-assurance that struck Rachael as unusual for a teenager. But then, what did he have to be insecure about? He was wealthy, good-looking, and well-endowed, and he lived a life of continual sexual gratification orchestrated by his mother--a mother with the body and urges of a sex goddess who lavished all of them on him without apology. If he was smug and not very bright, then he wasn't too different from many beautiful young women Rachael had met as an investment counselor to the wealthy in New York. If he were a she--the daughter of some billionaire, a fashion model, or an actress for whom the doors of opportunity magically opened because of nepotism--no one would give a damn whether she had a brain in her head as long she was making money for them or they had a shot at getting up her cunt. Preferably, both.
Rachael wouldn't trade Aaron for this insouciant youth for a minute. But just as Danielle had confessed to envying her, she envied the blonde's confidence that her son would always be at her side. For the first time, Rachael grasped why Aaron had willingly pulled up stakes and moved to the other side of the country away from her. Not for Emily alone. Besides the love of his life, there was "Aunt Danielle," a sophisticated and utterly depraved slut.
Rachael didn't see how she could compete, and it hurt.
"Why don't you fuck Ms. Fletcher?" Danielle suggested. "You wanted to earlier, and she's our guest."
"Actually, all this talk about your relationship has me hot to see how Jeremy fucks you." She scratched her manicured nails over the underside of the teen's cock, making it drip more pre-cum. "How about it, sport? Bet you're up for some mother-pussy."
"Aw, I wanna fuck you, Ms. Fletcher," Jeremy said. "No offense, Mom, you know I love your pussy, but it's like you said, just bein' polite."
"And what I want is to see you fuck your mother and blast a cum-load up her pussy!" Rachael declared. "I guarantee that'll make me so horny that I'll fuck you right through the floor."
"It would be foolish to ignore a promise like that, wouldn't it, Jeremy?" Snickering, Danielle got to her knees and gracefully positioned herself astride his hips.
"Whatever you say, Mom." Jeremy feigned nonchalance as he kept stroking and pulling at the smooth, shiny flesh of his prick. But when she lowered her pelvis until her cunt lips kissed the slippery dome of his cock, he couldn't disguise his excitement at the intimate contact.
Rachael understood. No matter how many times she and Aaron had fucked over the years, at the moment of penetration he still was awed that the wild-eyed, open-legged woman taking his cock was his own mother. He sometimes struggled against cumming immediately. That had happened a few times, early on, which hadn't bothered her one jot; in fact, having her son's hot seed shoot onto her belly and mound and clit was nearly enough to trigger her own orgasm.
Danielle's slender fingers caressed the underside of Jeremy's cock, coaxing his knob into her slit while she dipped her hips lower. Rachael traced a fingertip in a slow circle around her erect clit. She gasped as, inch by inch, the teen's enormous prick disappeared into her fuck-hole.
The impatient youth bucked his ass up from the bed and bored his cock halfway into his mother's cunt with one thrust. She let out a guttural moan of pure pleasure and forced herself the rest of the way down until he was completely inside her. Her aristocratic features twisted into a contorted mask of animal lust, her lush lips drawn back from her perfect white teeth as her gray eyes rolled up under their lids.
"Take it all, whore!" Jeremy chortled, startling Rachael. He grabbed his mother's ankles roughly as if preventing her from escaping, hammering rapidly into her sopping pussy. But Danielle had no desire to get away from the searing pressure of her son's giant fuckmeat. She whimpered and cried and her big tits jiggled as she frantically bounced atop him. She climaxed with an abrupt shriek and a shudder that ran through her whole frame.
Rachael shoved two fingers into her pussy, desperate to get herself off. She never took her eyes from the spectacle of the wanton blonde mother's savage coupling with her heavy-hung son. She'd never seen another incestuous couple in action. The reality was more thrilling than she'd hoped. Her libido had passed the simmering stage and was near to boiling over.
Coming down from the high of her first orgasm, Danielle glanced back over her shoulder and said, "You want in on this? Come on, use your imagination."
Rachael straddled Jeremy's head and spread her pussy lips wide with two fingers so that he could spear his tongue into her cunt. She sighed happily as he proved that he was as talented as his mother at eating a woman out. That only stood to reason. Danielle herself had coached him through pleasing not only her own pussy but those of dozens of her female friends and clients.
The women embraced one another, kissing and slipping their agile tongues into one another's hot mouths. Waves of pleasure coursed through Rachael's body. She reached between Danielle's legs to feel Jeremy's cock splitting his mother's cunt lips apart with each powerful thrust.
Despite Danielle's bouncing up and down on her son's prick, Rachael managed to snare one of the blonde's stiff nipples between her lips. Danielle crushed Rachael's head against her big tits with both arms, and Rachael slurped happily at the rubbery little buds until Jeremy's oral magic lifted her into Heaven. Danielle climaxed right along with her. Both shrieked gleefully as orgasms wracked their bodies.
"C-Change places with me!" Danielle lifted herself free of Jeremy's prick. "The kid's gonna be the death of me, he's a goddamned beast!"
"We'll tag-team him." Rachael laughed, and the women scrambled to switch positions. Jeremy's cock was an irresistible force. She was so wet and open from hours of play that she had no trouble taking it all at once, but still gasped at the girth of it moving up inside the steamy sleeve of her fuck tunnel. Aaron's prick was bigger, but Jeremy was better-hung than the majority of her fuck-partners. Size mattered to Rachael, as she believed it must to any real slut no matter what they might claim to the contrary.
Inspired by the change in cunts, Jeremy bucked upward harder than ever, plunging into Rachael's cunt with youthful energy but pacing himself like the well-trained and conditioned stud he was. Danielle cupped Rachael's tits, fondling and tweaking her nipples to send shivers of delight through her rocking, humping body.
"Pinch harder! Squeeze them!" she hissed. "I'm not a china doll, damn it, maul those big titties while your son pounds his big cock up my pussy!"
"Your wish," Danielle murmured, rolling her hips to smear cunt juice across Jeremy's face while he lapped at her slit. "You're liking that cock, hmmm? Have I taught him well?
"I love it! I love it!" Rachael screamed, gyrating wildly so that the rigid column of meat hit all of her most sensitive spots as she rode him. She, too, savored fucking someone new. Nothing in life compared to being stuffed full of new cock by a strong young guy who knew how to use it.
She'd been wrong, to dread coming here to give her beloved son's heart over to the care of a young woman she didn't know. Now that Aaron and Emily's vows were sealed, today was turning out to be one of the best of her life. Her son was lucky to be marrying into this family of horny perverts. She could only imagine how his bride fit into the lusty goings-on of her clan.
"I'm gonna blow," Jeremy grunted. "Keep fuckin,' keep on fuckin' my cock like that...squeezing the cum outta my balls while I drill your cunt. Yeah, scoot that ass, work that pussy, give it to me, give...it...to...ME!"
His cock swelled even larger, throbbing and jerking as he slammed it in and out of her pussy. She peaked just as the first scalding ribbons of potent semen blasted into her spasming depths.
"Fuck me, Jeremy! Fuck me, Danielle! Split me in two, tear my fucking tits off! Fuck me!" she howled.
When her all-consuming ecstasy finally began to ebb, Rachael toppled off of Jeremy and flopped face down on the mattress, choking for air. Danielle was on her knees immediately, dragging her tongue up the underside of her son's cock, cleaning the residue of his cum and Rachael's pussy cream while getting him hard again.
"You'd think Mom woulda had enough of my jism by now," Jeremy boasted, grabbing the back of Danielle's head and jamming his still nearly-erect cock into her drooling mouth. "She drinks my load at least three or four times a day."
"Never," Danielle sighed. "Never enough." She smiled at Rachael. "And he always makes more cum to feed his loving mother. You can take the next turn after me."
"I appreciate that," Rachael said dryly, "But you did lure me up here with promises of something with a little more sting to it. Didn't you tell me that you had some old scotch squirreled away?"
Awakening to the muffled sound of Aaron's ringtone, Rachael retrieved her phone from the nightstand and answered it with the video off.
"Mom? Where are you?"
She took a drowsy moment to orient herself. She was in bed, with Danielle sleeping naked beside her. Jeremy was nowhere to be seen.
"Mmm...your new Auntie and I got to chatting and we came upstairs for a drink." Danielle stirred behind Rachael and began kissing her shoulders and running a hand over her ass. "I'm afraid I zoned out on her. Still jetlagged, I guess. Showing my age."
"As if. Say, if you're up for it, why don't you both come on down to our room? Em and I are hosting a little private thank-you. Family only."
"What time is it? Reception over already?"
"We made our thanks an hour ago, Em tossed the bouquet and we split. At last look, the younger folks were still going strong."
"Younger folks?" Rachael laughed. "You stodgy old married man, you. "Sure, I'll be down in a little while. But I'm good for another half a glass of champagne at most before I turn in."
"That works. Tell Dani if you see her. She's not picking up."
"Will do." Rachael ended the call. Danielle stretched languidly and rolled out of bed. She sorted through her hastily discarded pile of clothing and pulled her panties on.
"Half a glass? Live a little, lady. Sleep late tomorrow."
"I'm taking the redeye back to JFK tonight, actually," Rachael said. "I can catch up on work at home before Monday."
Danielle frowned. "That won't do." She walked around the bed to sit beside Rachael, taking her hand. "No, that won't do at all. We're just getting to know each other."
Rachael exhaled slowly. "I'll be honest, I didn't expect to enjoy this trip when I flew out here. I didn't know anyone, and--"
--"We were just a bunch of strangers taking your son and lover away." Danielle said what Rachael would not. "Yeah, I'm good at reading people." She held Rachael's face in both hands and kissed her. "We're not taking him away, honey. And we're not strangers. Not anymore. We're family. Right?"
"Family." Rachael nodded.
"Good. And since now you know what that means to us Marchands...let's go party with the newlyweds."
Emily and Aaron had the single luxury suite on a concierge floor accessible only by keycard. They were Tahiti-bound in two days, but when Emily ushered Rachael and Danielle into the expansive, elegantly furnished rooms, Rachael thought that these private accommodations were all the getaway she could ever want.
"Aaron's taking a quick shower," Emily said, kissing her aunt and new mother-in-law each on the cheek. "What are you having?"
"You have an espresso maker? I'm good with coffee for now," Rachael said.
"Double vodka," Danielle said.
"Coming up. Where's Cuz? I bet Aaron he was with you two."
"I sent him off on an errand to fetch his father."
Emily paused. "You mean his uncle? Daddy?"
Danielle patted her hair and kissed her on the cheek. "Don't fret, Em. Rachael knows all about us."
"Oh!" Emily's feet seemed barely to touch the polished wooden floor as she skipped gracefully over to the bar. Clad only in a loose-fitting white cardigan and heathered gray tights, the long-limbed blonde looked every inch the champion athlete she'd trained to be.
One of the first things that Aaron had told his mother about the young legal intern who so intrigued him in video staff meetings was that she'd placed in the National Gymnastics Championships three years running. Emily had made it to Olympic trials twice before a shoulder nerve injury had sidelined her. Soon after that, she'd abandoned her athletic pursuits for law school and the family business, but she was still whip-thin and moved like a gazelle.
Rachael and Danielle settled down on a leather sofa next to glass doors leading out onto a walled terrace with a breathtaking sunset view of the mountains.
"Aaron says you're going home tonight," Emily handed them their drinks. "I wish you'd stay at least until we leave on Tuesday."
"I'm tempted," Rachael conceded. "I've had a lovely time."
"Please do," Emily said earnestly. "We've spent no time at all together, and it's all my fault. I've been a complete scatterbrain all week. All wrapped up in last-minute planning, and I've neglected my new Mom horribly. Haven't I?" The casual apology might have sounded glib from anyone but Emily, who always appeared so guileless that it was frightening.
Danielle sipped her vodka, set the glass down, and announced, "Then you two should get much better acquainted. I'll go stick my head in to say 'Hi' to the lucky groom."
She knocked once on the bathroom door before throwing it open and disappearing into the cloud of steam that billowed forth. Rachael stared after her, mouth agape.
"Mom, are you okay?"
"I'm--I mean, she..."
Emily giggled. "They have seen each other naked before."
"You're awfully blasé about it," Rachael said.
"I wouldn't call it that." Emily shrugged. Her sweater slipped off of one shoulder. "Aunt Dani and I are real close. It's just natural that--"
A loud groan echoed from the bathroom. Aaron's voice. Rachael snatched up Danielle's abandoned vodka and downed it at a gulp.
With a wink, Emily pulled her new mother-in-law to her feet. "Let's go peek!"
Danielle and Aaron were together in the double wide shower stall, water cascading over them from the rainshower spigot. He was naked, leaning against the marble wall with his eyes closed. She knelt in front of him with his huge cock in her mouth. Aside from having set her strapless heels on the bathmat she was fully clothed. The thin satin of her gown was soaked through and clung transparently to the lush curves of her tits and ass and legs. Her usually fair hair was dark, dripping, and plastered to her neck and cheeks and down over her back.
Rachael stood frozen in the doorway, her feelings in turmoil. Jealousy warred with unexpected arousal. She'd never seen another woman suck her son's cock. It was erotically compelling, in its way as awesome a sight as the mountain vista outside. Danielle put her entire self into the blowjob, her every muscle flexing as she undulated, snake-like, from head to toe. Each time she bobbed her head forward to swallow Aaron's whole prick she rose on the balls of her feet, sinking back onto her heels when she released him.
Aaron groaned again, twining his fingers in Danielle's dripping hair. Half-opening his eyes, he spotted his mother and smiled weakly at her.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Emily hugged Rachael from behind, slipping one hand inside the plunging neckline of her mother-in-law's gown to caress one of her big tits. Rachael hesitated for a moment before relaxing backward into the girl's embrace. "I love watching them fuck."
"Yes...beautiful," Rachael whispered. Her new daughter-in-law's fingers on her flesh were maddeningly gentle.
Danielle took no notice of the two women standing in the doorway. She was completely absorbed in her carnal devotion to Aaron's cock. Rachael had never seen a woman become so completely immersed in giving head as Danielle; she'd been lost in the same altered state of consciousness when blowing Jeremy earlier.
"Dani's an artist. She's taught me everything." Emily reached her free hand around to cup Rachael's other tit. She rubbed both of the soft globes sensuously, tweaking Rachael's big nipples before trailing her fingers down to massage Rachael's belly through the shiny fabric of her dress. "Everything a woman could teach, at least. Let's go to bed, Mom. Let me show you what I've learned?"
Without awaiting an answer, the young blonde spun away and danced down the hall toward the bedroom, unbuttoning her top as she went. Yanking her leggings down and discarding them on the carpet, she stood waiting by a bedpost at the foot of the bed in only her open sweater. Rachael got a tantalizing glimpse of her high, round tits and flat little stomach. The several-inch gap separating the tops of her thighs displayed her neat, hairless pussy mound like a pink gem set on a velvet cushion.
Rachael's tongue thickened with lust as she admired the girl's flawless body. She hurriedly pulled the straps of her gown down and stepped out of the dress. She wanted that jewel of a cunt in her mouth.
"Oh my God, your boobs are gorgeous," Emily cooed. "And your pussy. Just like Aaron said."
"Aaron said that? To you?"
"Uh-huh. He says you're the most perfect woman in the world."
"I'm most definitely not. Even if I were, that's a tactless thing to tell the woman you're going to marry."
"Why? He says I'm perfect, too. We can all be perfect, each in our own way. Can't we? Hurry and let's get into bed. I can't wait to touch you."
Rachael stretched out on top of the unmade bed. The sheets were already redolent with Emily's scent, as well as Aaron's, and if she weren't already so excited that alone would have been enough to get her dripping. Emily crouched and kissed her clit; fluttering angel kisses that sent a surge of horny longing through the older woman's belly and tits. The girl looked up at her mother-in-law from between her legs, her impossibly big, blue eyes holding Rachael's gaze while her wet, hot tongue danced around the edges of her pussy. Rachael was transported to a state of bliss unlike any she was accustomed to feeling when a woman went down on her--sensual and contented, without the usual urgency of a building orgasm. She could have floated there for hours on the brink of climax without yearning for its completion.
"Turn around," she rasped. "Turn around so I can do you, too!"
Emily climbed into the sixty-nine position, Rachael inhaled deeply as she lifted her head to press her mouth to the young blonde's sex hole, savoring the delicate but intoxicating fragrance of her pussy. It was evident now why Aaron couldn't resist Emily. The girl was a sexual prodigy.
Rachael strove to copy her daughter-in-law's oral technique and was rewarded with kittenish squeaks of pleasure.
"Oooooo, tongue me!" Emily's squeals resonated up Rachael's fuck-tunnel. "Lick my pussy, Mom! Oh, oh yeah, do that! Gosh, you're awesome!" Emily pressed her face snugly against Rachel's mound, darting her tongue rapidly in and out of her mother-in-law's cunt. She slurped at the flood of Rachael's juices. The more pussy cream Emily tasted, the more she seemed to want. The inner walls of her slit sizzled around Rachael's tongue. The girl was like a furnace.
Rachael mimicked her daughter-in-law's technique as long as she could, but Emily's natural talent made it impossible to concentrate. So Rachael fell back on instinct, finding an easy, repetitive rhythm that pleased the young blonde. She dipped her tongue into Emily's tight little slit for three or four strokes, then swiped her tongue across the girl's clit, That brought forth a stream of puppyish little yips and sighs signaling how much Emily enjoyed her mother-in-law's oral attention.
Emily stiffened and shrieked and climaxed, and as she did a river of cunt-honey gushed from her pussy, more of a stream than a lot of guys that Rachael had been with produced when they came. The delicate flavor of her cream was unlike a man's jism, of course, but as Rachael swallowed the juice she'd have been hard-put to say which she loved more.
When she was done, she gently pushed Emily's head away from her cunt, murmuring, "Come up here and lie beside me, sweetheart."
"But I'm not finished," Emily insisted. "You didn't cum yet."
"There will be time." What Rachael wanted was to caress and explore every inch of the young blonde with her hands and mouth. Emily dutifully snuggled up beside her mother-in-law. They kissed, and Rachael eased one finger and then a second into her daughter-in-law's moist little cunt. Emily trilled like a dove when penetrated, flooding Rachael's hand with still more hot nectar.
"You feel feverish, dear," Rachael murmured.
"She runs hot," Danielle said. She stood with Aaron in the bedroom doorway, naked now, one hand wrapped around his cock. "Oh, there's nothing wrong. She's just made that way. But it makes playing with her even more sensual."
"Aaron says he loves my fuck-holes being 'specially hot, too."
Rachael blinked and looked at Emily, surprised again by the girl's peculiar combination of earthiness and naiveté. Aaron smiled fondly at his bride. "I sure do," he agreed.
"She's a remarkably intelligent woman," Danielle said as if reading Rachael's thoughts. "Sophisticated, certainly. But she does have an...ingenuity about her, doesn't she? Fucking is pure play to her. Maybe it comes from our having avoided exposing her to the hang-ups and superstitions most of the rest of us learned when we were younger. Ideas about sexual morality that you and I had to overcome don't exist at all for Em, as far as I can tell. You know that old saying? If something feels good to her, she does it. And she wants nothing more than to make others feel just as good."
"She says you taught her all about sex."
"She would say something like that. She's such a sweetie, isn't she?" Danielle smirked. "I'd love to take credit for this one, it's not my handiwork. She's a natural. Right after she turned eighteen she came to my bedroom. She stripped and just stood there naked, wide-eyed and playing with herself. Eager to begin. But all I could teach was practice--which I happily did, for nights without end." She patted Aaron on the chest. "Until this big lunk came along last year and stole her heart."
"Don't say it like that," Emily pouted. "I'm still yours, too, Aunt Dani."
"I'm teasing." Danielle pinched Emily's cheek. "You're everybody's."
"You taught me to share. Now we have another person to share with. Two more." Emily looked brightly at Rachael. "Mom, if you want to fuck Aaron right away, it's okay. He told me you two did it last night, but you've been apart for months before that. You must be missing his cock something fierce."
Touched, Rachael could only say, "Let these two finish what they started." She hugged Emily close, stroking her puffy pink nipples
"Really?" Aaron asked. Chuckling at his bewilderment, Rachael stretched out a leg to tickle his balls with her toes.
"I've found out that seeing you in action is quite a turn-on. Give my new daughter and me a good show, both of you. Make Mama proud."
Aaron sprawled in an overstuffed chair by the bedroom window, his cock jutting up like a marble column. Danielle sauntered over, turned her back to him, and braced her hands on the chair arms to lever herself down onto his prick. He cupped her ass cheeks, spreading them apart to ease the bulbous knob of his immense cock up into her anus.
"Fuck, yessss...fill my ass." The mature blonde was ecstatic as the thick fuck-pole stretched her rectum. She leaned her head and shoulders back against him and balanced on the balls of her feet as she descended. Aaron closed his eyes and remained motionless, letting Danielle take him at her leisure. She rolled her hips, the slightest swivel upon the axle of his iron-hard prick, grimacing with the effort of absorbing the last few inches. When his entire cock was in her ass at last she let go of the chair's arms and leaned forward, cupping her hands together beneath his big balls and pressing them against her open cunt.
"I can't even do that," Emily whispered to Rachael. "Not yet. I can barely get Jeremy's cock up my butt. Aaron's bigger."
"It does take some getting used to," Rachael conceded, remembering the first time that her son had ass-fucked her. "But it's worth it. Having a dick like that up your ass changes a woman. Since he first did me, I want it all the time."
Aaron reached around Danielle and spread his broad hands, caging the abundant globes of her tits within his spread fingers. He squeezed and rolled them against her chest, pinching her hard nipples. She rolled his balls deftly with her fingertips, making his sack swell with cum, tightening and relaxing her ass muscles while he groaned and humped beneath her.
At the last instant, when it appeared that Aaron was about to erupt, Danielle stood up to let his prick slip from her ass. She knelt at his side on the thick bedroom carpet and started pumping his cock with both hands.
"Watch, Em!" she said. "I'll make him shoot for you. It's your wedding night, after all, you deserve to see your husband at his best."
"Yes!" Emily exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly. " Come on, Dani, jack him faster, make him shoot real high!" Rachael took her mouth from the girl's pert tits and sat up to pay full attention to the show that Danielle and Aaron were putting on for them.
"It'll be a hard one, all right," Danielle said, fingers flying up and down Aaron's shaft. "I didn't let him cum in the shower and my ass has primed him to the bursting point. I can feel the semen boiling up from his balls. Come on, Aaron, baby, show my niece what a stud you are. Let your mama see an ocean of spunk blast out of this monster between your legs. Remind her what she's been missing, make her hot to fuck you again!"
As if Rachael needed any encouragement to lust after Aaron! Still, she couldn't deny the kinky thrill of seeing Danielle jerk him off. She'd never brought any of her girlfriends into her sexual relationship with her son, fearful that even the most wanton of them might judge her for committing incest. Here she was free to run wild at last. The Marchands had shredded the last of her inhibitions. She was ready to follow the path of unbridled debauchery wherever it might lead.
While continuing to whip one hand up and down Aaron's fat prick, Danielle slipped the other under his balls, reaching behind him. Rachael knew the trick well, and she leaned forward with anticipation as the blonde thrust her finger up her son's ass.
"Yeow!" Aaron roared, bucking his hips wildly upward into the sleeve of Danielle's fist. The first glistening rope of his jism blasted into the air well above her head, raining down into her shower-damp hair. A second and then a third spurt shot nearly as high; splattering her face from forehead to chin, dripping and running down her neck. When the fourth splashed onto the tops of the blonde's jiggling tits Rachael was sure that he must be finished, but he managed another before Danielle plunged her mouth onto his cock to suck and gulp down whatever more he had to offer. When at last she lifted her head, a long, sticky web of cum and saliva bridged from her full lips to the gleaming wet knob of his prick.
Aaron sagged back in his chair. Danielle rose to her feet and crossed to the bed to sit beside her niece. "Kiss for Auntie?" Emily nodded eagerly, tipping her head back to offer Danielle her waiting mouth. Their lips brushed lightly, and Danielle's parted to feed the cum-hungry young bride a mouthful of her new husband's warm jism.
Aaron's long, thick cock sagged but hadn't gone completely soft.
"Come to Mama," Rachael growled, her heart pounding with frantic lust for her son. He crawled onto the bed and she pulled him into her arms, planting her greedy lips over his and slithering her tongue inside.
"Gotta recharge," he mumbled. "I'll never get inside you like this."
"Scoot on up here." Aaron crouched over his mother's face. Nibbling at the insides of his thighs, she licked her way upward to nuzzle her nose against his balls, inhaling his musky aroma. She sucked one of his big nuts into her mouth, confident that she could get him hard enough to penetrate her.
"For a young man in need of rest, your dick's as big as I can ever remember," she whispered. "It's like it gets bigger every time we fuck."
Her words had the hoped-for effect, causing Aaron's prick to jump and stiffen. Good. Once he was inside her cunt, she'd keep it hard. Since that last mighty eruption had taken his edge off it would be a while before he'd be able to cum again. That meant that Rachael could look forward to a long, unhurried fucking on the cock of her favorite stud.