John Friday: Swapping families

"Your-your…" He couldn't bring himself to say the word.

"Wouldn't you like to fuck me, Ben? I mean really fuck me in the cunt?"

"My own mother?"

It was a weak protest. The eager lapping of her tongue was making his cock swell hard again. And when she first stripped off her clothes, he had noticed what a thick, dense spread of pussy hair she had. His cock swelled with a surge of fresh blood.

"No, I can't fuck you!" he said grimly.

"Of course you can. You came out of my pussy, you know what's the harm if you go back in?"

Ben shrugged, tossing his head in confusion. Somehow, none of this was working out right. He'd come here thinking he would shock his mother, but now she was shocking him.

"I'm a woman, Ben, I have needs."

Ben sighed. That's what he hadn't fully understood before. He'd never thought of his mother as a woman, a sexual creature with desires and urges to fuck as strong as his.

"What I need right now is your cock. Look how hard and strong it's getting." She twined her tongue around the puffed ridge of his mighty cockhead. "You want to fuck me, I know you do. Your cock is so hot I can feel it throb."

"Hhhhooo, shit!" he gasped.

She was right. He did want to fuck, and the way his cock was aching, he didn't give a damn who.

"Mike wouldn't hold back," she whispered softly. "I'll bet he'd be in my cunt right now… fucking and sucking on my big tits all at the same time."

"Grrruuunnngh!" Ben growled.

He slid down and knelt between her spread legs, eyeing her dark, richly furred pussy mound while he stroked his cock with his hand.

"I know Mike wants to fuck you," he said. "But, God damn it, I'm going to fuck you first!"

Dina smiled and felt her cunt squirm deep inside. "That's my boy!"

"I'm not a boy," he said firmly. He rubbed his bulging cockhead up and down in the wet mouth of her pussy.

"I know… I know! Fuck me, Ben. Fuck me as long and hard as you can. We've only got until midnight."

"What happens then?" He lashed her sleek cunt again.

Dina moaned, smiling slyly. "You'll see."

"Nowhere near," she told him.

She went on brushing her hair, letting the long strands spread across the shimmering white fur like tongues of flame blazing in the snow.

"Glad?" Mike sat up slowly, flashing a lewd grin. "I'm getting hot again just looking at you."

She sighed as she watched his cock swell hard, then she turned away. "You'd better get dressed."

"Dressed? What the hell for?" Mike scrambled off the bed and made a grab for her.

"Because we'll be having company soon." She spun out of his grasp and flashed a wicked grin. "Everybody comes to this suite to start the last round of fucking."

"Everybody?" Mike stood gaping. "You mean my parents too?"

She nodded, and her eyes flashed with a lewd glimmer. "It will be easier for you if you have your clothes on at first," she said. "And more fun later when somebody takes them off."

"Somebody like who?"

Mike still hadn't adjusted to the idea of his parents coming to a room still heavy with the scent of cum and female musk – a room where he'd just fucked his brains out with a sexy bitch-goddess old enough to be his mother.

Sharla gave him a sly look and shrugged. "I don't know… maybe Dina Franklin. Or Mary's mother. The last round is sort of a free-for-all. We all get together and do what we want most."

"My parents too?"

"Yes, Mike. Them too. What's the matter? You look white as a sheet."

"I-I can't," he said flatly. "I can't face my parents. Not here… not now."

"Mike, they know what we've been doing. Your dad and I talked about it earlier, thinking how great it would be if I fucked you. And he's been fucking my daughter all this time."

"And you don't mind?"

She parted her lips to speak, then paused to think. "I have to admit… it shocked me when you kids first arrived. But I think it's better this way than all of us sneaking around."

"Maybe… but Jesus, I could never fuck with my mother in the same room!"

"Ben's been alone with his mother all this time. What do you think they've been doing?"

Mike swallowed enviously as he pulled on his clothes. "I know what I'd have done with her big, beautiful tits!" His lips quivered just from thinking about it.

Sharla nodded, pinning like a conspirator. "And Dina would have done some things with those tits that you haven't even dreamed of."

A soft knock at the door broke off their conversation and left Mike dangling, wondering what it was Dina might do. The idea of them all being together to fuck and suck seemed far less disturb big now.

Sharla went to the door and fucked him a smile of understanding and encouragement as she undid the lock.

"Dina," she said brightly. "Mike and I were just talking about you."

Dina smiled. "I'm surprised. I didn't think you two would find time to talk at all."

"We almost didn't," Mike said. He was still tucking in his shirt.

"Well, don't waste time dressing now," Dina said. "I've got plans for you, Mike. BIG plans!" she breathed deeply, swelling her tits until they almost spilled from the fur-trimmed neckline of her gown.

Ben came into the room behind her, grinning sheepishly and sweeping his gaze across the floor. He hardly dared look at Sharla. She looked so sexy with her long, fiery hair streaming across the sleek white fur.

"Ben, don't look so shy," Sharla said. "I've been thinking a lot about you." She brushed against him as she turned to close the door, softly caressing his cheek with a swirl of red-gold hair.

"You-you have?" Ben thought surely she would pick one of the older men to start the last round.

"I just love a hot young cock that I can teach new things to," she said with a kittenish grin, running her fingers through the deep white fur draped over her pussy mound. "Oh, there's the door again."

Ben gulped, trying hard to swallow. He couldn't. His throat was dry with desire.

"Relax, old buddy," Mike whispered. "She's the best teacher I ever had!"

Ben pulled himself up, and his stern face split with a grin.

"My mom's pretty good too," Ben said proudly. "Hi, Paul. Hi, Mary." Sharla ushered them both into the room.

Brad and Salena arrived just as she was closing the door.

"Ooooh, this is going to be the best time ever!" Sharla said.

Salena could hardly believe how sexy her mother looked, and she felt a nervous pang of jealousy. Mary saw the look in her eyes and smiled.

"Salena, I never thought I'd see you lose your cool."

"We'll see how cool you are when your mother gets here," Salena shot back.

Sharla threw up her hands. "Hey, whoa! Why don't we all try to rein? You kids thought you were going to shock us old folks and maybe teach us a lesson by showing up here the way you did. I don't blame any of you for that. I can see now that it was wrong for us to lie and sneak around the way we did. But let's face it, you've been hiding your true feelings too."

"We've all been trying to sweep fucking under the rug like it was dirt that had to be hidden… and I say that's a bunch of shit, whether you're young or old. I like to fuck, and I don't give a shit who knows it! I'm not going to lie about it. I'm not going to hide it… I love to fuck, and I'm not afraid to say so any more! What about the rest of you?"

Nods and murmurs of approval began slowly. Only Mary remained stiff and silent. "I could say that now," she agreed. "But when my mother gets here… I don't know."

Sharla fought back a mocking laugh. "Your mother… you know what's wrong with her? She likes being fucked as much as I do… maybe even more. But she won't admit it. She grew up in a time when most girls were taught to endure fucking, not enjoy it. Times have changed, but she hasn't."

"Not yet," Mary whispered softly. The door creaked open behind Sharla, and Mary watched her mother enter the room. "Hi, Mom."