Mummy

“Have you told him about us yet?”

‘Him’ was Chloe’s boyfriend Jarryd. They’d met on their first day at university and had fallen head over heels in love. I’m ashamed to say that when she told me he was Black, I’d expected the cliché of a big, muscular bull, but when she brought him home to visit at the end of that first term, he was really quite the opposite.  

Only Chloe’s height, and as skinny as a whippet, his wild afro curls, cheeky smile, and wacky taste in clothes made up a most distinctive look. So much for preconceptions!

Despite his goofy style, I soon saw why she’d fallen for him: he had a confidence about him, and an easy, laid-back charm. I soon heard why too. Every night her moans and cries of ecstasy rang out around the house as they made love for hours.

‘Us’ was the fact that my daughter Chloe and I had been having incestuous girl-on-girl sex since the day she turned eighteen. No doubt others might rush to judgment, but we just couldn’t get enough of one another, from the sweetest girly kissing sessions to torrid oral worship.

They’d finished uni now, and had come to live with me, as Jarryd had got a job in tech nearby and rental prices were just stupid.

“No, Mum, I haven’t. It’s not the sort of thing I can just drop onto the conversation, like, ‘Oh, by the way, hunny, mum and I eat each other’s pussies at every chance we get.’ You said it’s meant to be our secret.”

“Yeah, well, I think Jarryd’s got a secret too. The other morning when you went to the gym, I thought he’d gone with you, and so I was in the kitchen washing up in just my knickers. He must have sneaked down quietly because, suddenly, there he was in just his boxers. He moved behind me, grabbed my tits, pushed his bulge against my bum, and said, Come on, Mrs. Jenkins, I know you want this big Black cock.”

“Oh my God, Mum, that’s so hot. Did you let him fuck you?”

“No! I thought I’d better ask you first. But he obviously wants to. Why don’t you tell him about us? Are you worried he’ll be shocked you’re bi?”

“Fuck no, we’ve had a few threesomes at uni. It drives him mad with lust to see me with another girl. Loves to watch us making out, and then he joins in and makes sure we’re both completely satisfied. He’s a wonderful lover, Mum, not just well hung, but he has real skill and prowess with his tongue. Anyway, knowing he’s tried it on with you has given me a good idea.”

"Chloe, you’re such a naughty girl. Tell Mummy all about it.”  

The following morning 

“Bye-eee, off to the gym."

“Ok, see you later, guys." I shouted my reply from my bedroom, then wandered into the en suite for a shower before slipping into some tiny G-string panties and kitten-heeled slippers. 

Going downstairs to make coffee, I sang to myself in that carefree way people do when they think that they’re alone. 

But I knew that I was not alone, and sure enough, within five minutes, I heard footsteps on the stairs, and then his soft, deep voice behind me. 

“Morning, Mrs. Jenkins.”

Without turning round, I answered him. "Oh, morning, Jarryd. I thought you’d gone with Chloe, and by the way, it’s Sarah, please.”

“Sarah, right, thanks. No, I thought I’d skip the gym today.”

“Would you like some coffee?”

“Sure.” I could feel his eyes on me. I knew these little heels made my ass jiggle as I moved between the kettle and the cupboard. 

“Milk and sug—" as I turned round to face him, I saw that he was nude. I tried to keep my eyes on his, but an unstoppable force pulled down my gaze, first to his smooth, lean torso, then to his forest of curls, before finally coming to rest on his penis, where it remained for several silent seconds.

There was something incongruous about what hung between his thighs. Its length, and especially its girth, were wholly disproportionate to his modest height and slenderness.

“Jarryd?”

“Yes, Sarah?”

“Haven’t you forgotten something?"

He pursed his lips and put one hand under his chin in the exaggerated style of The Thinker.

“Er, nope, don’t think so. Cleaned my teeth, combed my hair….”

“You’re missing got dressed."

“Oh, like you got dressed?”

“I’m wearing underwear.”

“Underwear!” he gave a snort of laughter as he moved in closer to me. He hooked his thumbs under the string sides of my panties, then let them snap back against my hips.

“Let’s face it, Sarah, these are nothing more than decorative. You’ve put them on to tease me.”

He roughly grabbed my shoulders and spun me round so that I had to brace my hands on the kitchen counter.

I felt his cock rapidly rising, thick and hot, powerfully pushing between my butt cheeks as his hands came up to grope my tits.

“How long have we got?” My voice was low, and laden with lust.

“At least an hour; she’s training glutes, and that takes her bloody ages.”

“Come on then, big boy, it can be our secret,” and I curled as much as I could of my hand around his outsize shaft and led him upstairs to my bedroom.

I hastily pulled one curtain across the window and then jumped onto the bed with my legs spread wide. Jarryd stood calmly looking down at me, as if he were appraising an artwork.

“Chloe tells me that you like to eat pussy.”

“Well, that’s not quite right.”  

“No?”

“No. I fucking love to eat pussy, and yours looks delicious. I love your little landing strip. Your daughter is completely bare.”

I just caught myself before I said I know.

Slowly, Jarryd climbed onto the bed. His penis was fully erect. The foreskin had retracted, displaying an enormous bulbous head, out of which clear drops of precum were leaking down his shaft, itself heavily veined and curving slightly upwards.  

He lowered his head between my legs, and with one last look at me up through his bushy afro fringe, he touched his tongue against my outer lips.

Chloe

Mummy and I first got it together on my eighteenth birthday. Her present to me were matching bra and panties in a lovely shade of baby blue, and when I modeled it for her, she stripped off and showed me she was wearing the exact same set. We laughed, then kissed, and thus began our taboo affair. She was my lover, my mother, my mentor, and muse. 

As soon as Jarryd told me that his ultimate fantasy was watching two girls make out before having them both, I hatched my plan. 

It was easy to set up some trial runs with my freinds Ruby and Tania at uni. I’d always been bi, and Jarryd’s quirky sexual allure meant that they jumped at the chance. Our threesomes were so horny and such fun. He was rampant, and learned all the special treats that two girls can give a guy.

So when he came to live with us, it was only a matter of time. 

He and I always trained together, so that first time I knew mum would assume we’d both gone out and be around the house, as usual,  either naked or as good as.

The second time she was in on the plan, and played her part to perfection. 

"Bye-eee, off to the gym."

But I wasn’t. I drove round the corner, parked the car out of sight, walked back to where I could see mum's bedroom, and watched for the signal—the half-drawn curtain—and I knew it was on. I sneaked back into the house, stripped off my gym gear, and tiptoed up the stairs.  

Mum’s bedroom door was open, and the sight that greeted me made juices flow like lava down my thighs.

She was on her back with her legs hooked over Jarryd’s shoulders. She was running her hands through his hair as he feasted on her cunt. Sloppy kisses and lingering licks; the noises were a testament to how wet she was for him.

She saw me watching and smiled.

“Oh, Jarryd, you eat my pussy so good.”

“Fuck, you taste good,” he raised his face for a second to speak before returning to his meal.

“Yeah, baby, right there, lick my big, pink clitty.”

His head moved in a nodding rhythm as he tongued her love button.

“Oh fuck, oh yeah, you’re gonna make me cum. You lick pussy almost as good as Chloe.”

Jarryd’s head snapped up.

“Say what?”

“Oh yeah, she loves to taste my juices too; we have such horny fun together.”

“Damn girl, that’s fucking hot; I love these wild fantasies.”

Jarryd rose up, took hold of mummy's ankles, and spread her legs apart.

From my viewing angle of forty-five degrees behind, I could see that he was massively erect, the biggest that I’d ever seen him.

“Oh, it’s much more than just a fantasy."

“Fuck off, you're kidding me?”

“No, she’s not.”

Jarryd spun round when he heard my voice, then jumped up off the bed in shock. 

“Chloe, I thought you…" Then, as my words sank in, a look of confusion spread over his face. "What?"

I walked slowly over to him, pulled down his towering member until it was horizontal, then let it spring back up against his flat belly with a meaty slap. 

“No. She’s. Not.

“Not what?”  

“Not kidding, silly. I do love to taste her juices,” and with that, I climbed onto the bed.

"Mmmmm, come here, baby. Come to mummy. Let's put on a show for him.”

We kissed with a deep and wanton passion, mouths wide open and tongues entwined, both softly moaning as we shamelessly made out. 

“Oh fuck." Jarryd’s tone was incredulous but reverent.  

I broke this kiss and, after a cheeky glance over my shoulder, shuffled down the bed and sunk my face into her sex.

She was molten. Not just wet but oozing juices, her clitty engorged and erect and asking to be sucked and nibbled.

“Oh fuck yes, you bitch, eat me out, you little minx.”

“Sweet Jesus," Jarryd muttered under his breath. 

Mum grabbed my pigtails and pulled me right into her so that my nose rubbed on her love button and my tongue pushed deep into her hole.

“Jarryd, baby?”

“Hhmmmm?”

“Don’t you think your girlfriend would like to be licked? She’s pushing her bottom up into the air, and I’m sure it’s for a reason.”

He was up behind me in a flash and lapping at my dripping folds.

We continued this taboo orgy of oral pleasure until I felt mummy’s thighs start to tremble and shake, and her moans became deafening cries as her orgasm exploded, soaking my face in a spurting torrent of golden nectar.

As her spasms died down, I looked over my shoulder again.

“Fuck me, baby, fuck me with your monster cock."

Jarryd’s face came up from my bum, glistening wet from his forehead to his chin.

Such was the power of his erection he had to use both hands to pull it down to the angle to enter me.

“Aaarrgghh, oh fuck, baby, shit, you’re huge today.”

Normally, he entered me slowly to allow me to get used to his size, but today he plunged it all in up to the hilt. Witnessing our taboo girl play had obviously been a huge turn-on, and he immediately started pounding away, his bush slamming into my butt cheeks and his balls swinging onto my clit.

“That’s it, Jarryd, fuck her hard. That’s how she deserves it.”

I looked up at my mother as I started to cum. “Oh, Mum, I think he’s gonna break me.”

“Take it, babygirl; make your mummy proud of you.”

Jarryd let out a triumphant roar of conquest as his final strokes were unleashed with brutal power, and we climaxed together, both screaming in rapture as his love juices flooded my depths. 

Mummy got up from the bed, and as I slumped forward, quivering with aftershocks, she greedily started to suck his cock as it emerged, still pulsing, from my ruined cunt.

I rolled over to watch. Her eyes were closed in bliss as she took all of him into her throat. The noises were simply obscene, wet slurps and gurgles as she cleaned his tool, and soon brought it back to full erection.

“Get on your back, Mummy,” he said the last word with relish. 

Eagerly, she did so. He grasped her calves and spread her legs to fully display her treasure, then came forward on his knees to take up position to fuck her.

I climbed onto the bed, swung one leg over her head, and slowly lowered myself onto her face, Jarryd’s semen already dripping into her mouth and eyes.

His cock was bouncing and twitching with a life of its own, and his eyes were as wide as saucers. Still with my mound on mummy's face, I leaned forward and pulled down his massive member to touch her outer lips.

With my hand around his shaft to stop it springing up again, he began to rub his bulbous crown forward and back over her clit, with my toungue licking his eyehole at the apex of each stroke.

She had her hands on my plump buttocks as she feasted on her daughter’s streaming cunt, choking and gurgling as she tried to swallow the copious volume of my lover’s cream cascading out of my gaping quim, and all the time circling my clitty with her tongue in the way she knew would make me cum.

Precum was streaming from Jarryd’s bellend as I guided him into my mother, her stifled cry bore witness to his massive girth as he stretched the tightness of her tunnel, and filled her to uncharted depths.

At this angle, and with the natural curve of Jarryd’s dick, I knew that he’d be on her G-spot, and the effect would be immediate. 

I took hold of mummy's ankles, pulled them back, and spread them wide, sitting back on her face so that her nose tickled my butt hole and I could look down to see her tongue thrusting up to reach my clit.

Jarryd put his hands behind his head, and fucked her just with the rhythmic thrusting of his hips.   

My toes started to tingle, and a surge of golden pleasure rushed up through my thighs into my womanhood. Wave after wave of ecstasy erupted as I ground my pussy into mother’s face.

She’d started to buck and writhe beneath me. It was like riding in a rodeo. She spanked my ass and emitted brazen, stifled cries of joy as she also reached her peak.

Seeing both his girls cum together was much too much for Jarryd, and from the way his thrusts became more urgent, I could tell that he was close.

Releasing mum’s legs and bending forward, I had a close-up view of her bulging belly as his big Black cock pushed up against her cervix.  

I looked up at him. “Fill her up, my darling, flood my mother with your sperm.”

His eyes widened for a second before his head went back, and he released a full-throated conquering roar as he did exactly that.

After four or five violent, orgasmic thrusts, I grabbed his shaft, pulled it out of her, and took the remaining jets of seed into my face at point-blank range.

*******

The low rumble of his breathing, and the steady rise and fall of his chest, told us that Jarryd was asleep. A well-earned rest after his magnificent performance.

Mummy and I were lying either side of him, our hands entwined across his chest.  

Our faces, both encrusted with the juice of sex, were glowing with postcoital satisfaction.

“Mum, I love you very much.”

“I love you too, my sweetie. You’re such a wonderful lover, and Jarryd is a dreamboat. What a cock! I feel hollowed out and full to the brim with cum!

“Mummy, can we go shopping tomorrow?"

"Of course we can, honey. What would you like to buy?”

“We’re gonna need a giant bed that’s big enough for three.”