Chuck Selwyn - Sleep-In For Daddy

The man swallowed noisily. «Wh — what? Debbie, what the hell are you — this isn't you; you never talked like — much less came up with such a wild idea; I don't know what's gotten into you.»

«It's what you have the opportunity to get into,» Debbie said. «Look at Angela, damnit! She has such lovely breasts, and her legs are so long and graceful; she's a truly passionate woman, and she's willing, Les. She's more than willing — she's hot, hot.»

Now Jerry watched his mom's hand creep into Lester Carter's crotch, fingering there while she leaned a firm breast into his upper arm, while her scented breath was warm at his ear.

Angela said, «It's not a wild idea, Lester; you're getting hard.»

Debbie leaned against her husband from the other side, and he was pinned between his wife and the woman he wanted to screw more just then. «Go ahead,» his wife said. «Feel those firm tits, her thighs; think of her pussy, all hot and juicy, just begging for your hard cock.»

«Damn!» Lester said with a gush of pent-up breath. «Debbie — Angela — I

— I just — «

«Come on,» Angela said then, lifting his hands to place them upon her breasts. «There — that was easy, wasn't it? Do you like my tits, Lester? They're not as big as your wife's, but I think they're pretty good. Feel how hard my nipples are — almost as hard as your prick, darling.»

Stunned, the man allowed himself to be nudged to his feet and moved on shaky legs between them to the living room. Jerry could see the bulge in his pants now, the outline of a good-sized shaft, but nowhere near as big as his own.

«There,» Angela purred, «just sit back and let us take off your clothes. Debbie — you get his shirt, while I take off his shoes and pants, okay?»

They stripped him quickly, yanking and pulling, and when Lester was naked on the couch, Angela ran her fingertips over his upright cock. «So this is what Debbie hasn't been getting enough of — it's a nice, hard one, too. And you have lovely balls, Lester; they seem very full.»

Chokingly, the man muttered, «Either I'm drunk or crazy, but I'm not stupid enough to turn this down.»

Standing away from them then, Debbie said, «I'll just slip over there and leave you two to make it by yourselves from here on.»

Her husband didn't even look up as she walked quickly to sit in the big leather chair where Jerry was hiding, and he wondered if Debbie knew he was behind it. Her eyes were fixed intently upon the couch, where Angela was disrobing now, and Jerry watched with her to see his mother's compelling body exposed.

She stood proudly, arching her back and making her high, fine tits stand out, rolling her hips lithely as the dressing gown floated down to the floor. Her burnished hair gleamed and drew Lester's eyes like a magnet. Jerry saw the guy's prick throb and looked closer at it; the rod was stumpy but solid, patterned by a blue network of swollen arteries, the head a bright and glowing red, as was the hair in his crotch and over his distended balls.

«All for you,» Angela said, and climbed long-legged onto the couch, pushing him down gently upon his back, so that the man's eager shaft stood straight up. «Let me do it all, Lester.»

All the guy could do was nod, his eyes wide and his prick bobbing hungrily. Behind the chair, Jerry came to his knees and reached around for Debbie's hand. The woman jumped at the touch, but instantly realized who he was. He drew her hand back and placed it upon his dilated cockhead as they watched his mother and her husband on the verge of fucking each other. It was groovy for Jerry, because the guy had no idea his wife was feeling another prick at the time.

Lester was mesmerized by the sleek body poised above him, the slender, polished thighs widespread to expose the golden wonder of Angela's lustrous mound and the dewy pinkness of her cunt lips. His hands went trembling up to take her slim waist, and she wrapped one hand around his cock, holding it still as she brought her hairy crotch slowly down.

When the silken hairs touched the tip of the man's prick, Jerry thought Lester would leap off the couch, but he settled back as Angela wriggled her smooth ass and pressed her humid labia against his knob. It slid eagerly up into her hot sheath, inch by expanded inch, until she was sitting against his pelvis, until only his balls were outside the slippery marvel of her practiced cunt.

Humping into Debbie's hand, Jerry dug the scene, watching his mother's gorgeous ass shift back and forth so the man's cock was rolled lasciviously around inside her snatch. He had seen his dad's prick slipping in and out of that magic box, and knew the sensations it could bring to his own stiff meat; now he was observing a new rod pumping into his mom's precious pussy, and could see that she was enjoying it, that the newness was thrilling her. And he realized that possibly she was turned on even more, knowing the man's wife was seeing every grind of her crotch, each voluptuous spiral of her ass.

Debbie's hand suddenly whipped from his cock, and Jerry blinked in surprise, until he saw that she was tearing off her clothing, flinging the pants suit into the air as she got naked. Her big, soft tits were heaving, their nipples standing out brown and hard.

Over on the couch, Angela was really laying it to Lester, her belly wheeling and dipping, one hand behind the man's head as she fed a nipple into his suctioning mouth. The cheeks of her satiny ass tightened and let go, and she had her knees drawn up high, rocking and seesawing upon the engorged meat buried inside her driving pussy.

Lester hung on, stroking back with frantic liftings of his pelvis, reaching up into the juicy glory of that wildly spasming vagina he had dreamed about. The wet, sexy, noises became louder, and Jerry could hear their bellies slap together, hear the rasping of their breath and the moans of his mother as she drew near to her orgasm with this new lover.

«Fuck him!» Debbie hissed from the chair, squeezing hard upon both her naked breasts. «Fuck him, Angela — make him come in you!»

And blindly, she pawed back for another grip upon another prick, one that Jerry happily slid into her fingers. He didn't take his eyes from the furiously screwing pair on the couch, and when his mother trembled and threw back her head in ecstasy, he knew she had come. Lester's balls jerked upward only a split second later, and the man dug his fingers into the smooth cheeks of Angela's ass as he strained his crotch to hers and fired the wad of his semen up into her shuddering cunt.

His mom loved the feel of hot jism spurting into her, Jerry thought, loved it any way she could get it, and he was glad for her now. And now Lester Carter couldn't say a damned thing about his wife balling another guy, even a young kid, because he'd never want to be deprived of his new, enthralling pussy.

Debbie's hand drew Jerry around the chair, and he stood uncertainly as the woman held onto his stiff prick. There on the couch, Lester Carter's shaft was still embedded to the balls within Angela's golden pussy, and the guy was panting hard, his red-haired chest rising and falling almost as fast as his cock had been, moments ago.

But Jerry still felt a little nervous, to be standing naked with the man's wife tugging upon his swollen rod. He didn't resist though, when Debbie slid from the big leather chair and pushed him down onto the seat. She balanced upon her widespread feet, staring at her husband and Angela, fondling her own heavy breasts, fingering the stiff nipples and rolling her plush hips from side to side in an intriguing motion.

«You did it,» she said to her husband. «You fucked Angela, and did a good job of it, too.»

Lester rolled his head to look at his wife, blinking as he saw she was naked, his hand still cradling another woman's slim ass. «Y — yes I did. But remember, you asked me to do it.»