C Ralston - Donny_s hot mother

Now, as she sneaked guiltily up on her own house in the gathering darkness, Laurel found she was hoping that the plan was going to work. Everything looked good so far. The lights were off in the front of the house and the pool light was on in the backyard, reflecting up off the big tree that shaded the house. The sound of a girl's carefree laughter floated on the still night air, then the splash of someone diving in the pool.

Laurel smiled with satisfaction and slipped the lock on the front door open with her key. The house was dark, but the back patio was lit up from the underwater light in the pool. The deck and pool area looked as stage-lighted as if it had been done by a set designer for the local theater guild.

Slipping into the kitchen, Laurel made herself a whiskey and water from the open bottle on the counter. She sipped the strong drink as she made her way down the hall to her room in the darkness. Laurel's bedroom window overlooked the pool and she went immediately to it and eased it open so that she could hear what was said as she peered out through the slightly open curtains.

Donny and Marsha were standing by the pool, dripping wet, drinks in their hands. Marsha was giggling and obviously quite tipsy and it was clear from the way Donny's thin, wiry frame wobbled back and forth as he leaned back to take another drink that he was keeping up with the older girl's alcohol consumption.

"I'm gettin' really fucked up!" Marsha laughed.

Donny smiled and reached for the girl's big tits. "How about just getting fucked instead?" he asked wolfishly, his words slurring a little.

Marsha giggled again and stepped back, shaking her wet hair. She had on one of Laurel's skimpy two-piece suits and the teen's big tits almost spilled out of the flimsy cups as she jerked her upper body back.

"Uh-uh," Marsha shook her head negatively. "I keep telling you, that other time was a mistake. It was the wine, and having your mom out here with us, and, uh, I don't know. It was just weird, different. I'm not that way, really!"

Donny harumphed. "Aw, come off it, Marsha. Jeff Wallace told me he fucks you all the time. Come on, how about a little tit at least?"

Marsha's eyes went wide. Anger flashed across her pretty, young face.

"That fucking big-mouthed Wallace!" the girl stormed. "Just what did he say? That prick never could keep his mouth shut!"

Donny laughed. He drank the rest of the bourbon in his glass and set the empty down on the picnic table. He was clearly enjoying his secret knowledge of Marsha's varied sex life.

"Wallace just told me about the time he took you out and you two drank a lot of beer before the Spring Fling dance," Donny smiled cunningly at Marsha. "We just talked about how, uh… friendly you get when you've had a couple of drinks, baby."

Even in the pool light, you could see Marsha turning a little red. She stamped her foot and took another big drink.

"And just what else did that fucking prick tell you?" the eighteen-year-old demanded.

"Oh, he just mentioned about how Dale Henry had a flask of bourbon at the dance and him and Jeff and you were hitting off it, getting really screwed up, and how you all ended up outside in Jeff's car in the parking lot," Donny went on, chuckling. "And how you sucked Dale's cock until he came in your mouth while Jeff fucked you from in back."

Marsha went redder.

"And he went on to tell about how Sam Henry happened to see his little brother, Dale, giving you a mouthful. So when the two of them finished. Dale and Jeff that is, good old Sam and a pal of his climbed on and each gave you a cunt full."

Marsha was too embarrassed by what the teenager knew about her to speak. Donny smiled and stepped forward, his hands snaking around Marsha to the snaps behind her back that kept the top on. He undid it and the shocked girl numbly let him pull the top off completely.

"So see, Marsha, you don't have to act so high class with me," Donny said quietly. "After Jeff let me in on what you did with him and his pals, and after what you did here with Mom and me, I feel like we know each other pretty good. See?"

Donny walked over to the pool and pulled off his swim trunks. His thin cock was half-hard in the soft glow of the light as he waved for Marsha to join him.

"Come on, honey, let's skinny dip a little," the boy urged the half-naked girl.

Apparently Marsha was just drunk enough and just convinced enough by what Donny had said to figure "what the hell?" The eighteen-year-old nymph eased out of her bottoms and walked naked to join Donny.

The boy smiled and turned his attention to his dive. He launched himself off the edge and split the water in a clean, steep arch. Donny came up ten feet away from the side and motioned for Marsha to give it a try.

"The water feels great on your bare skin!" Donny shouted happily.

Marsha put her arms over her head and leaned forward, her big tits rolling forward with a jelly-like shake. The older girl didn't have the boy's good form, but she splashed in on her belly and knifed the water over next to him.

"Now these are what I call a set of buoys!" Donny laughed, grabbing Marsha's bobbling tits, one in each hand, as they floated to the surface.

"Now, Donny, I thought we were gonna swim!" Marsha began to protest. "Mmmmm, ohhhhh, myyyyyyy!"

Marsha gurgled happily and stopped trying to pull her tits away from Donny's hands as the boy found her semi-erect nipples with his fingertips and began massaging them. The boy's thumbs flicked across the pink nubs until Marsha was moaning and her twin knobs were as stiff as a pair of pencil erasers.

"These look too good to miss tasting," Donny murmured, bending forward.

His mouth found Marsha's left nipple and sucked the hot nubbin inside. The raven-haired girl cooed delightedly as the lad's lips tugged at her tits.

Donny was treading water with one arm and both feet, sucking Marsha's big tits alternately as he swam. His other arm was around the girl's trim waist beneath the surface, his hand on one of her sleek ass cheeks as she kicked and paddled to keep herself afloat. Donny moved his hand down a little and let a finger float up between the girl's scissoring legs and disappear up into her hot pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Marsha groaned loudly, missing a few strokes and nearly going under.

"Let's get out for a little while," Donny panted, releasing the tit he had been busily nursing. "I can do a better job of sucking these big tits on dry ground. Wouldn't you like that?"

"Oh, yessss!" Marsha purred.

Donny towed the aroused girl over to the side of the pool and jumped out. He reached down and took Marsha's hands in his and pulled her up out of the water. As soon as her feet touched the concrete, Donny was helping her into the house, his arm around her naked body, caressing her bouncing tits as they crossed the patio.

Inside the bedroom, Laurel was smiling to herself. She had observed the scene out on the patio and in the pool intently, nursing her own drink as she did so.

Now, in the darkness of her room, Laurel eased out of her own clothes and finished what was left of her drink. The beautiful blonde felt as fucked up from the three drinks she had bought at the bar earlier and the one she had just downed at home as the kids in the front room.

"You like my cock, baby?" Laurel heard her son ask Marsha as she crept down the hall toward the pair in the living room.

"Mmmmm, you have a nice, nice cock for a kid, Donny," Marsha answered softly.

"How would you like to suck it, honey?" Donny urged the girl. "How would you like to put that sweet mouth of yours on it and lick it a little?"

Laurel felt her pulse quickening as she heard the girl say teasingly: "Well, maybe just a little!"

The voluptuous blonde tiptoed to the end of the hall and peered into the living room. Donny was flat on his back in the middle of the carpeted floor, his prick standing up unwaveringly above his tightening balls. Marsha was kneeling next to the boy, her head hovering close to the tip of his steely prick.