Don Scott - Mom gives her all

Cathy was snapped out of her reverie when the door of her office suddenly opened and Miles walked in. She was too stunned to move. Her first thought was fear. Miles was going to force her to service his prick again. And Tom was working in a nearby office.

When Jayne walked in behind Miles, Cathy felt relief flooding over her. She was certain Miles wouldn't try anything with his sister there. Not even Miles, as wildly sensual as he was, would do something that dumb.

"Hi!" Jayne said cheerfully, closing the office door. "How's it going today?"

Cathy looked at her stepdaughter. She had gotten along fairly well with the teenager since being married to Tom, but there was still something about the girl that was disturbing. Perhaps, Cathy thought, it was just because Jayne was so different from herself. Or maybe it was because Jayne always seemed distant.

Taking her feet off the desk, Cathy smoothed her skirt over her thighs and faced the two intruders. The look in Miles' eyes wasn't unusual. She'd seen it before. It meant he was horny, and he expected Cathy to do something about it.

"What are you doing here?" Cathy asked sternly.

"What kind of tone is that to use with your new, loving stepchildren?" Jayne asked, her ruby lips pouting mockishly. "Here we've come, to see you out of the goodness of our hearts, and you say things like that to us!"

Cathy wished Miles would say something. He didn't. She knew he wouldn't. It was just another way for him to torture her.

"What is it you want?" Cathy demanded, getting nervous. Looking into Jayne's eyes, she saw the same wanton quality that Miles' eyes held. "What are you doing here?"

Jayne was dressed in a loose-fitting dress. The front was cut low, showing off the small swells of her tits. The dress was slitted up the front and, when she walked her long thighs were revealed. She sat on Cathy's desk, smiling mischievously.

"Can't you take anything at face value? We just thought we'd come and talk to you for a bit." Jayne looked at Miles, and her smile broadened. "Besides, Miles is horny. Tom… remember him? Our father, your husband? He's taken an early lunch with a potential client. We thought we'd keep you company while he's, gone," Jayne leaned closer to Cathy, her smile becoming even more broad. "And Dad said he wouldn't be back for a couple hours. We've told the secretaries that we're in here having a family-type chat. So they're going to hold all calls and not disturb us until Miles or I say it's, okay."

"Oh, my God! You're working together, aren't you!" Cathy's eyes darted from Miles to Jayne in disbelief. "You're insane! Both of you are positively insane!"

Jayne's smile faded quickly. She hissed: "Keep your voice down, dearie, or your secretaries will hear you. And we can't have that, can we? No, sir! Think of the scandal there would be if you'd be responsible for bringing disgrace to the Sanders' good name."

Cathy knew she couldn't fight them. Singly, they were dangerous, combined, they were impossible. Her only hope was to avoid them. She suddenly darted around her desk, heading for the door. In the outer office she'd be in the safety of her secretaries. Miles and Jayne wouldn't dare try anything in front of them.

She wasn't more than five steps from the door when Miles grabbed her by the elbow.

Cathy struggled briefly, then his arms were around her waist, trapping her arms to her sides. The brunette's big tits billowed out as she inhaled deeply, both angry and frightened.

"Let go of me, Goddamn you!" Cathy hissed through gritted teeth. "Let go, or I'll scream!"

Jayne stood in front of her stepmother, watching the woman's mountainous tits rising and falling. The teenager had never made it with another woman before, and she was going to try it today. The sight of Cathy's big, creamy tits straining against the blouse, flattening out and causing the buttons to pull apart, made the girl's mouth water.

"Quiet, damn you, or I'll make things even worse," Jayne threatened, her eyes burning into Cathy's. "Hold her, Miles. We're not letting her slip away this time."

Cathy glared at Jayne, staring deep into the girl's dark eyes. When Jayne touched her fingertips to Cathy's face, electrical shocks seemed to pass between their bodies.

Slowly, Jayne's face moved closer to Cathy's. The girl closed her eyes, but Cathy did not. She watched her face come closer. Then their lips were touching, and Cathy felt a strange moistness in her cunt. Jayne's tongue traced around Cathy's lips. Cathy smelled the sweetness of the girl's perfume, and she tasted her lipstick.

Cathy tried to be calm and calculating about what was happening. She had stopped struggling against Miles, but his arms were still wrapped like steel cables around her waist, keeping her arms down and defenseless.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Jayne purred as she kissed her stepmother with increasing passion. Their lips were pressed firmly together now, and Jayne's fingers pushed through Cathy's long, silky hair. "Open your mouth."

"No!" Cathy said quickly, then clamped her mouth shut.

She couldn't keep Jayne from kissing her, but she'd be damned if she'd French kiss. That was going too far!

"Open up, damn it!" Jayne snapped.

Cathy kept her eyes open as Jayne's face approached hers once more. When their lips touched, Cathy's lips relaxed. She felt the girl's tongue slithering into her mouth. Surprisingly, Cathy wasn't as repulsed by the girl's wet, caressing kisses as she thought she would be. The sensation of the girl's mouth sent a warm flush to Cathy's checks, and a familiar itch began in her pussy.

"Mmmmmmnimmm!" Jayne purred, kissing her stepmother more urgently as the glowing warmth in her own cunt grew.

Jayne flattened herself against Cathy, enjoying the way her stepmother's tit mounds pressed against her own taut, tingling tits.

"Hold her," Jayne instructed her older brother. Looking straight into Cathy's eyes she added: "If you fight us, it'll only be worse for you. Just stand there until I tell you to do otherwise."

"Just don't hurt me," Cathy whispered. She knew deep in her heart that Jayne and Miles would never hurt her. She knew they did not want to harm her, only satisfy themselves with her body.

Jayne's ups traveled to Cathy's smooth, silken neck. As her moist, painted lips caressed the woman's satiny flesh, she unbuttoned Cathy's blouse down to her stomach. Pushing her hands inside the silk blouse, Jayne cupped Cathy's twin mounds of firm, warm tit flesh. Even through Cathy's bra, Jayne could feel her lust-hardened nipples throbbing.

"So, you are getting hot after all!" Jayne said triumphantly. "Don't try to lie to me. I'm younger than you, but I know the changes in a woman's body when she gets turned on."

Cathy closed her eyes and tried to move, to get her tits out of Jayne's hands, but Miles held her fast. She damned her body for being responsive to the girl's groping hands and searching mouth.

The clasp of Cathy's white bra was between the cups, and Jayne had no trouble undoing it. Slowly, as though opening a present, she pulled the cups away from Cathy's big, creamy tits.

"They're gorgeous! So big! So much bigger than mine," Jayne purred.

She stared at Cathy's tits, amazed and envying their fullness, roundness, and total perfection. Her light-brown areolas were the size of silver dollars, and her tit tips protruded pertly.

Trembling uncontrollably, Cathy felt shame at her body's betrayal. Why did her body always have to get hot whenever it was touched? Why did her nipples always become so electrified, so obviously aroused whenever they were touched? And even now, with Miles' hulkish arms pinning her own slender arms down, she felt wanton desires building!

"Oh, God! Noooooooo!" Cathy lamented as the itching sensation seeped from her nipples through her veins.