Morning came. I dressed in a simple sweater and a charcoal hoodie, finishing the look with plain black sneakers before joining my family for breakfastMom was already at the stove, the smell of burnt toast filling the kitchen. She slid plates toward Rita and me before dropping into her chair with a weary sigh."I'll be late tonight," she muttered, focused on her toast. "Got a date. I'm heading straight from work to a friend's to get ready.""Is it Mr. Darren again?" I asked, my voice flat.Mom didn't answer. She just sighed, eyes darting away to the wall clock. "Eat fast, both of you. You're going to be late."Rita shot me a sharp, questioning look. I merely shrugged and shoved the last of my breakfast down, though it was tasteless, thanks to a certain demon that took my sense of taste. Without a word, I walked out and claimed the passenger seat of her car.A moment later, Rita climbed in. Instead of turning the key, sh

I had to admit, watching a woman as stunning and wealthy as Lady Clarice strip off her panties for me in front of her husband was incredibly hot. I watched intently as she hooked her thumbs into the silk, dragging it down the heavy, plush curves of her ass until she finally kicked them aside.I swallowed hard, taking a long look at her. Perhaps it was because she had lived such a comfortable, luxurious life, but her skin was flawlessly smooth and mesmerizing. It was almost hypnotic; I found myself lost just staring at her. My gaze drifted lower, tracing the valley between her cheeks to her neat, pale rose opening and down the crack to her expertly groomed pussy.​"She shaved just for you, you know," her husband said from beside me, his voice casual yet thick with pride. "How does she look? Quite the masterpiece, isn't she?"​His voice snapped me back to the moment. I looked at him, my pulse racing. "Sir, with all due res

From the look on Clarice's face, I could tell she wasn't regretting anything that had just happened. In fact, she gazed at her husband with loving eyes, and he looked absolutely ravenous for her.She perched on the edge of the couch, parting her legs for him and giving him a full view of her cum-filled pussy. The folds of her lips were parted and slightly swollen from the pounding I'd given her.Seeping from her pink slit was a steady flow of my thick, milky cum mixed with her own slick juices. I watched as Steve inhaled deeply, savoring and memorizing the scent and sight of hus wife's sexy body and that hot, well-fucked pussy.He opened his mouth and extended his tongue, starting with a lick at the lowest part of her pussy, just above her asshole.Clarice moaned as her husband's tongue made contact with her sensitive folds.His nose pressed against her clit while he bathed his tongue in my– and Clarice's– combined love juices, slowly lap

A few moments later, Steve descended the stairs, a small crossbody bag slung over his shoulder. "Oh, look at you two," he said with a knowing grin. "You both look utterly spent... but deeply satisfied." Evelyn turned her head lazily toward him, her voice soft and drained. "Hey, hubby." His gaze drifted hungrily between Clarice's thighs, as he licked his lips when he spotted the thick drops of cum still oozing from her swollen pussy and stretched anal hole, glistening trails sliding down her inner thighs onto the floor where we both rested. "Honey, can you walk?" he asked gently. "Go to the bedroom. I'll come clean you up." He helped her to her feet, her legs quivering like jelly, barely supporting her weight. "I... I'll try," she murmured, taking shaky steps like a newborn deer, one hand gripping furniture for balance as she wobbled away toward the hallway. I

Karen and I both whipped our heads toward the door. A silhouette stood there, draped in a thin nightdress. Even in the gloom, the curve of a heavy chest was unmistakable, but the shadows clung to their face, masking their identity. My mind raced; my sister and mother were both well-endowed, and Joyce wasn’t far behind. It could have been any of them. But before we could breathe a word, the figure turned and vanished, the door clicking shut behind them. I swallowed hard, a cold knot forming in my throat. Who was it? And why hadn't they demanded to know exactly what the hell we were doing? What if it was Mom? The thought sent a jolt of anxiety through me. What would she think of me fucking her friend, a woman significantly older than even her? The twist in my stomach was interrupted by the sharp, heavy sting of a hand slapping my bare backside. "Forget the in