Unknown - Jeff_s harem

His Mother was getting it from both ends again. A second boy had knelt at her head and was face fucking her. One after the other, the guys took a turn at their pussies and assholes and mouths again.

After a while, some of the guys passed out drunk, others left. The party wound down. Jeff went upstairs with Phil to see him off.

When he came back down to the basement, Joe Broadson was pumping his prong in his Mother's asshole as she lay half conscious on the floor. Fred Ennis was screwing Paige, who was flat on her back, her feet up on his shoulders. What gave Jeff a shock was that their masks were off.

He quickly looked around. There were only five guys still conscious here, and none of them had ever been to his house before. He didn't think any of them knew who either of them was. Just to be sure though, as soon as Joe dropped his load, he grabbed a mask off the floor and pushed it back over his Mom's head, and did the same with Paige when Fred finished.

The last of the guys wandered drunkenly up the stairs, carting the two dead to the world drunks with them.

Jeff magnanimously helped the two sweat and cum covered women up the stairs and into a bath. He started cleaning up downstairs while they cleaned each other up. After an hour or so, he went back upstairs and found them kissing and jerking each other off.

"Don't you two ever get enough?" he demanded. They both grinned up at him bad returned to each other.

Now that the season was over, Jeff had a lot more spare time to devote to the girls. He spent it in thinking up different ways to enjoy their bodies. After all, he reasoned, in another six months I'll be gone to college. Best get as much pussy as I can now.

His friends wondered why he never wanted to go out anymore. Truth was, he would have loved to tell them. He felt cock proud, having two gorgeous females at his beck and call. The fact that they were his Mother and Sister though, might cause problems if word got out.

He had gone shopping with the both of them and they'd bought the most sluttish clothes he could find, mostly one or two sizes too small. He took them out in public, to places his and their friends never went, dressed to catch everyone's eye.

Once he took his Mom to an outrageously expensive restaurant. He'd had her dress in a thin, slinky white dress that was so skintight she could hardly breathe. It was so low cut that she had to keep pulling on the top because her nipples were showing.

He hadn't made any secret of the sexual nature of their relationship either, giving her deep french kisses several times, and tonguing her throat, and cupping her tits in front of everyone in the restaurant.

Another time he'd taken Paige out to a disco wearing a translucent little dress with no underwear. In any kind of moderate light her breasts were clearly visible, and in just a bit more light, like in a normal room say, her entire body was revealed to anyone who cared to look, and that was nearly everyone.

He'd made sure to swing her around in wild gyrations on the dance floor too, so her skirt would fly up around her and everyone would see her cute little ass and bald crotch. In slow dances, he'd kept his hand on her ass, pushing up her short skirt to cup her naked buttocks.

He'd taken her to the park once when she'd worn a little zip up denim dress. The zipper ran from the hem to the neckline. He'd lain her back on the grass in a fairly secluded area, then pulled the zipper down all the way, opening the dress completely. Of course, she wasn't wearing anything else.

He'd unzipped and fucked her right there in the grass. There'd been people all over, but nobody closer than fifty feet or so. He didn't think anyone saw.

He'd taken his Mom, wearing a tiny sweater dress, to a friend's apartment. Once inside, they'd gone up to another floor and gotten off. The building had three wings, like a Y. He'd stopped her in the center of the floor, where the three wings intersected, and drawn her sweater up over her head, leaving her naked.

He pushed her down on her hands and knees, unzipped his pants, drew his cock out, and plugged her right there. He'd ridden her for a good five minutes before dumping his load. He was having the time of his life, and didn't want it to ever end.

One afternoon, about a week after the big party, he was sitting in the living room watching TV. Paige was sitting sideways in his lap, naked of course. Her right arm was around his shoulders as he absently toyed with her body.

He had two fingers in her cunt and was sliding them slowly in and out, enjoying the tight wetness against his fingers. Her legs were spread wide and her body was trembling as he kept bringing her up to the peak, and then backing off.

The doorbell rang, and Paige had had to scurry away to her room. His mom answered it and Phil came in, smiling strangely at her.

"Hi Mrs Edwards." he grinned.

"Hello Phil. How are you?"

"Oh fine, fine." Phil came in and sat beside Jeff, looking back at his Mom as she went back to the kitchen.

"What you doin' man?" Phil asked.

"Nothin', just watching TV."

"Yeah." Phil shifted uncomfortably.

"Hey, that was some party, Jeff."

"Yeah, wasn't it though."

"You gonna have another one soon?"

"Ahh, I don't think so."

"Too bad." They watched TV for a few minutes, then Phil turned to him again.

"Hey, you know how everyone used to think Andy was a dyke?" Andy was Andrea Delaney, Phil's girlfriend.

"Yeah?"

"Well, it turns out they were half right, man."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, see… she likes girls too. She likes guys better, but she likes girls, you know, she's… like… bisexual."

"What do you think of that?" Jeff asked.

"Kind of turns me on, you know, thinking of her with another girl, like at the party, with those two girls? I'd like to see that."

"I bet."

"I was kind of wondering if one of them might be… like… available."

"I don't own them Phil. You can't borrow them like my car or something."

"Well, I was just thinking… if they were, like… bi too, they might like to, you know?"

"I doubt it. They don't want anyone to know who they are." Phil nodded.

"I would never tell anyone man. I haven't told anyone about Andy either."

"You told me."

"Yeah, well, you're different. You'd never tell anyone."

"No, not me."

"You could tell the girls I wouldn't tell anyone about them."

"I don't think they'd want to trust that." Phil looked at him strangely.

"I haven't told anyone so far."

"What do you mean?"

"Well… see… I wasn't really that drunk, you know? I wasn't really out cold when Joey took off their masks." They stared at each other.

"I wouldn't tell anyone man." Phil insisted, hands up before him.

"What do you mean?" Jeff acted confused.

"I know who they were, man!" Phil insisted.

"Yeah, who were they?" Phil looked around him, then turned back to Jeff.

"Well, for one thing, one of them is in the kitchen. I guess the other one is upstairs somewhere." Jeff's eyes narrowed.

"I mean it man. I'd never tell anyone." Phil shrugged, and grinned.

"Hey, I can understand… I mean, shit, look at them. Those are two very hot looking foxes. I think you're the luckiest bastard around."

"Maybe." Jeff was noncommittal.

"I'm surprised you weren't too exhausted to play in the last game." Phil grinned. Jeff smiled slowly. "Yeah, it's kind of tiring sometimes."

"Yeah, well, I'd be glad to help, man."

"I think I can manage by myself."

"Hey, I was thinking, like, how about a little get together, you know, me and you, with Andy and, uh, Paige, say, or whatever." It was awkward for him to even mention Jeff's mother, even though he'd unknowingly fucked her in the asshole already.