Hurricane Party Ch. 06

After all that had already happened, nobody was shocked - watching Butch's bare butt proceed thru the back door and out into the "raging hurricane" - carrying his sweet sister Missy - mostly holding her with his hands cupping her cute little butt ("cute little butt?" What? Where is my mind taking me? I'm noticing my best-friends' daughter's "cute little butt?" Sure. It makes sense that I couldn't get Butch's monster cock out of my thoughts. That thick, slick, fuck stick. That long, strong, man dong. That... enough...enough..., but... Well. I guess our innocent little Hurricane Party was changing what we all just accepted as "normal.") Oh. Yes. "his hands cupping her cute little butt" - but also his monster COCK (OK. THERE was Butch's cock in my thoughts. His cock. His great big, thick, hard C-O-C-K. Yeahhhh... what I'd like to do with THAT...) supporting his sister by still being buried inside of her cute little pussy (wait... now I'm back to Missy and her "cute little pussy?"... Oh, fuck it... just GO with it, Carol. There is no "normal" anymore. There is no "taboo". This is your chance. Probably your ONE chance to just DO it - whatever "it" is - and have some very naughty naughty memories to carry you for the rest of your life. Just figure out what "it" is and fucking DO IT!) - Ummm... "buried inside her cute little pussy" - and it took some serious squeezing to get that tree-limb of a cock inside his sister. (Damn... I can feel myself staining the chair cushion under me. After everything that's already happened, the thought of THAT cock in THAT pussy - just made me wet. Again.)

I looked around the table. Everybody was looking out the back door. Still open. If you've never experienced a typical hurricane, you may not understand that most of the experience is just varying bands of rain. And wind that gusts harder every so often. I mean, there are truly some killer hurricanes, but this wasn't that. It was just slightly-enthusiastic rain and unpredictable wind. Nothing really threatening.

Brittany. Bratty Brittany. Had been staring at the open back door and apparently made a decision. She stood, saying, "Fucked if I'm going to miss THIS," and just walked out the door herself, presumably to join the brother-sister fuck show presumably "now showing" in my back yard.

The rest of us sat and felt the heat. The humidity. Shifted gazes among each other.

And I felt the sweat run down my back. And between my still-totally-naked Mommy boobs. And down my butt. And I listened to the rain and wind. And looked around the table.

And made a decision that I was not done. That I was ready to wring this night out and get every drop of memories I could from it.

So I looked at my sweet husband, Dave. Totally naked. Our daughter's pussy juice - mixed with his own cum - slowly drying on his spent cock. The heat and humidity slowing the drying process so that he was still pretty gooey from balls to cock-tip.

And I looked at myself. Totally naked. My own son's big load of cum up inside my Mommy pussy. My sweat mixed with Eric's. My son's. Also drying very slowly.

And my naughty naughty pussy just took over again as I rose from my chair, took the 2 steps to Marla. Marla, my best friend. Bent at the waist a bit and just unapologetically attached my mouth to hers.

Feeling my lips savor and slip on my best friend's lips. Feeling my hands hold the back of her head - fearing that she would pull away. Pull away from this "mommy on mommy" kiss. Feeling the ecstacy explode from my mouth - out and down - filling my body because it just felt so RIGHT. So Goddamned RIGHT to kiss my best friend. To MAKE OUT with Marla. The woman who I had raised my kids beside. The respectable Mom who would NEVER kiss another woman. The respectable ME who would NEVER kiss another woman. Never mind that I just fucked my own son. I'm respectable dammit!

But. Oh. My. Ghoddess! This was just SO right. It just felt like something that both Marla and I had been waiting for our whole lives. I pushed my tongue forward and through my lips and forced Marla's lips apart. Pushed her mouth open and suddenly our breaths were mixing. Our tongues found each other and explored the textures and shapes of each others' mouths. Tongues. Lips. Teeth. ... Souls.

GHOD it felt so right. So good. So "FINALLY... what I've been waiting for my whole life."

I spread my thighs wide and plopped onto Marla's lap - naked - as we continued the kiss. The KISS. The amazing, wonderful, heady, tasting-each other KISS. Our eyes fluttering open from time to time - to verify that, yes, this was my best friend that I was making out with, then closing again to savor the scent. The feeling. The flavor. The emotions. My eyes teared up feeling like a dam that had been carefully built for my whole life - had finally split open and let out the real ME. My hands slid down from the back of her head and found Marla's hands and pulled them to my naked tits. Put Marla's hands onto my "Lovely Lady Lumps" and helped her begin to fondle me as we continued our kiss. Our KISS. Our tongue dance. Our heady mouth-coupling. Our intense melding of two Moms - through our mouths.

and since my hands were now free, I fumbled and found the hem of Marla's T-shirt and broke our kiss just long enough to pull her shirt inside-out up and over her head and fling it in the general direction of my husband, Dave, then deftly squeeze the hook on her bra, free it, and pull it down her arms - taking her happy hands off my boobs just long enough to disengage her boob-binder entirely and throw it in the general direction of her husband, Chuck.

which left us both nude. Naked. Gloriously bare. Nothing between us.

I pressed my bare tits to Marla's while pressing my bare lips to hers.

I pressed my tongue back into her mouth and closed my eyes and just swam in the beautiful, sweet feeling of Marla. On me. On my tongue. On my breasts. On my hands. ... but with me on her lap. My bare pussy soooo close to hers. Our hands and skin and breaths and consciousnesses merging and forbidding any taboos from being present.

Me. Marla. Love. Sex. Hands. Tongues. Skin. Touch. Smell. Taste. Merge.

As our husbands watched.

Sweat and saliva and pussy juices mixing and coating our mouths. Faces. Skin. Pussies.

My focus shifted as a wicked thought formed and I caught Marla's attention and smiled a slow, evil grin, holding her gaze as I slid two fingers in between our naked bellies. Our sweaty, slick, naked bellies, and slowly worked my hand lower and lower. Waiting for Marla to realize where I was going.

Lower. And lower. Until my fingers encountered my furr. My pussy furr. And kept going.

I found my slit. My wet, juicy pussy slit. Slippery with sweat. Slippery with my own lubrication from my renewed arousal. But mostly slippery with semen. Slippery with my own son's slippery cum - deposited into me. Into my son's mother's pussy. And slowly oozing out.

And I scooped up a double finger-load. A double finger-load of the slippery, gooey fluids.

And pushed *down*. Down between my legs. To find another patch of pussy furr. This one blonde.

Marla's thoughts caught up with my intended destination and her eyes widened, then the evil smile in my eyes - jumped over to hers and she nodded ever-so-slightly. Confirmed that, yes, she wanted to be wicked, too.

So my fingers continued down - to find Marla's pussy. Her blonde Mommy's pussy. And to slide my cum-coated fingers down over her clitoris - making her catch her breath and moan - and on down her very-well-lubricated pussy - to find her opening - and to slide my son's cum right inside of her. Right up into her wet, slippery fuck hole. To intentionally put my son's young potent baby batter right inside of my best-friend's pussy. And to just look each other in the eyes - feeling so wicked - then to feel me pull my fingers - and arm - out from between us and, naked, embrace tightly.

We held each other. Naked Mom to naked Mom. Listening to our breathing - and the rasping breathing of the 3 males wantonly watching us.

I pulled my face away slightly, looked Marla in the eyes, and said, "Marla, my best friend. I wanna fuck Chuck. I want to fuck your husband. Is that OK with you?"

Marla's judgement might have been a bit impaired. Or maybe, instead, she had a clarity she'd never had before.

Either way, her glassy eyes stared back into mine and she nodded and said, "Fuck, yeah. You fuck Chuck and I get to fuck Dave. Deal?"

We turned our gazes to our husbands to find Chuck looking too lustful to even try to pretend that he didn't want to give me a ride on his baloney pony, but my sweet husband was holding his hands up, fingers spread up and straight - in the "hold everything" motion.

"Wait, wait wait wait WAIT, ladies," Dave pleaded.

"Oh, honey," I started to scold, "We're WAY past worrying about propriety..."

"No, no, dear," Dave clarified, "I would LOVE to fuck Marla, but remember that I just shot a major injection into our daughter, Brittany. I'm not a young man! I just CAN'T go again so soon. The spirit is WAY willing, but the flesh..." He gestured toward his cock, resting happily - and very-much NOT erectly - between his legs. Glistening with Brittany's pussy juice, to be sure, but not in any condition to invade Marla's lady parts.

"Are you sure, dear?" I prodded.

"Absolutely!" Dave confirmed, then thought a moment and added, "It's OK for you and Chuck. I mean, I've seen how you've looked at him tonight and I'm really, truly OK, but I just can't - again - so soon."

Marla and I turned our gazes back to each other and searched each others' eyes. Nodded silently, then both of us swivelled to look at my son, Eric.

My son. Eric. The one whose cum was still inside of me and, now, also in my best friend's pussy - under mine.

My son. Eric. Whose respectable cock was nearly at full attention. Still.

At almost full attention - partly because he's young and he ALWAYS has an erection.

Partly because he'd been watching his mother in a steamy make-out session with his mother's best friend.

But mostly because he had his dick in his hand and had been masturbating because it was so hot to watch his mother make out with her best friend.

Eric realized that he had suddenly gone from being forgotten - to being the center of attention. All of the parents' eyes were on him.

He stopped stroking his cock. Looked from one to another of us. Then said, "What? Why are you all looking at ME?"

More looks. Me to Dave. Marla to Chuck. Me to Marla. Me to Chuck. Marla to Eric - with a very un-motherly look in her eyes.

Silent agreements made.

Then Marla fixed Eric with a stare. A lustful stare. And proposed, "So how would you like to have your second ... fuck ... of the night, young man?"

It was cute the way that Marla couldn't just SAY the word "fuck". Too many years being a good Mom and teaching her kids to NEVER say that word. I had to smile as I dipped my head and took one of her nipples into my mouth for a good suck and a little bite.

Eric continued to stare. Shifting his gaze from parent to parent - but getting the same stare returned.

"How would you like to ... Fuck me ... Eric, while your mother fucks my husband?," Marla clarified - getting more comfortable saying "that word" out loud. Good thing she was getting more comfortable saying it - since she seemed absolutely on track to be *doing* it soon. With my son!

"Oh! Yeah. Of course. I've always thought you were hot, Mrs. Reynolds. I'd love to have sex with you!" Eric couldn't believe his luck.

"Well, then, Dave, dear," I said to my husband, "Grab the waterproof GoPro. You're going to be camera man while we go fuck in the hurricane. I've had a fantasy about fucking Chuck in the backyard - for years now. Marla, please help me strip your husband while Dave gets the camera. I want this to be recorded."