Son finds mother sucking cap 3 ((Swingers parents))

The next day was not a school day, so Bobby woke up late. When he went into the kitchen rubbing his eyes to sleep, his mother was in the sink washing a dish. She looked over her shoulder and smiled. "So how was it?" she asked. "Mom, I can't talk to you about this". "Why not?" "This is very embarrassing". "Julie did. She said it was great". "Did she really do that?" She made me jealous. "Yeah, right, um, what about Mr. Wingate, how did he...?" A lump formed in Bobby's throat. "When she told us how good it was, he bent her over the couch and fucked her from behind. "Mom, I don't want to hear about what you did to him". "Why not?" "It is very strange". Okay, sweetie, but you know what, finding out what you were doing with Julie got me so turned on, I couldn't stop laughing. I said, "Mom!" "Oh, all right. So are you hungry?" "Hungry as hell". "Yeah, sex is going to cause that". "Mother!" "Well, it burns a lot of calories. Why do you think I'm thin?" "Mom, please!" "Okay, okay. What do you want for breakfast?" Life was almost back to normal for the Presleys <unk> almost! They were a family again, chatting over dinner and spending time together. But Bobby's father couldn't stop teasing him when he heard how sensitive his son was about what had happened to Mrs. Wingate. Even his mother would play with him from time to time. And every time that happened, Bobby would be brave and hold his tongue. So one night, they informed Bobby that they were going out. "For one of your group's things?" he asked. "Yes", replied his mother. "Is Mrs. Wingate going to be there?" Sally looked at her son curiously and said, "No, I don't think so. Why?" "Oh, I was just thinking". "If she were, would you like to go along?" Bobby blushed and looked down. Without raising his eyes, he nodded. When only silence followed, he looked up. "You understand what kind of group we belong to, don't you?" Sally said. "Yeah, I guess so". "It's a swing group, which means we're switching partners, so for your father, for example, to have sex with someone like Mrs. Wingate, I would have sex with Mr. Wingate". "But that didn't happen the last time". "No? What do you think I was doing with Mr. Wingate while you were having sex with his wife? So you traded me. Do you understand? In order for you to have sex with her, you had to let her husband have sex with me". "I didn't mean to force--" "You didn't force me. I loved it. But I wouldn't have had sex with Mr. Wingate if your father, or in this case you, hadn't had sex with his wife. That's how it works. I was hoping that you'd learned that... and that you'd understand now that it's okay as long as everyone agrees. You didn't have sex with Mrs. Wingate for love... and she didn't love you... and I. I don't love Mr. Wingate and he doesn't love me. When I have sex with your father, it's all about loving him and him loving me. Bobby kicked the floor with his toe while his mother spoke, his head down. When she finished, he looked up. "Ok, I thought I'd be able to do that again", he said. "Who would you trade? Me? Would you let someone have sex with me if you could have sex with his wife?" Sally looked at her son. His chin was resting on his chest and his hands were in his pockets. His foot was going to make a hole in the carpet, but she just waited. And then, with his head down, he nodded. Sally put her hands on his shoulders, holding him with her arms outstretched and Bobby looked up. "Maybe you'll finally understand why your father and I do this", she said. "I'll tell you something. I'll think about it and talk to your dad. Okay?" Bobby said yes. Bobby heard a gentle knock on his door and quickly closed the browser window full of pornography. He looked over his shoulder and said, "Come in". "Hello, darling", said his mother as she stuck her head through the door. "What are you doing tonight?" "Nothing, just hanged himself". "Why is that?" "There's no one around". "Would you like to come with me?" Bobby's heart stopped beating for a second, and then he grumbled, trying to speak, and clearing his throat, he said, "Where?" "I spoke to Dad and he said it would be all right if you replaced him. So since he's out of town, I'd like to know if you'd like it. If not, I'll stay at home". The excitement ran through Bobby's body. "Will Mrs. Wingate be there?" "No, not this time. But there will be someone else. Do you still want to go?" "Yes, I would. Can I?" "I wouldn't have asked if you couldn't. So get ready. We're leaving in 30 minutes. And don't wear jeans. Okay?" "Do I have to dress up?" "No, but not just jeans, okay?" "All right, half an hour". Bobby's mother left him alone with his heart pounding and his hands sweating. I'm going to have sex again. I wonder who it will be. Will I meet her? I hope she's not too old. He never thought about the fact that his mother would have sex with someone who wasn't his father. When Bobby came down the stairs, Sally whistled and said, "You look beautiful". He was wearing navy blue pants and a light blue buttoned shirt. She ignored that he was wearing sneakers instead of shoes. "You too". "Hmm, you smell good", she said. Bobby blushed. "I borrowed some of Dad's cologne. "Of course. My son is growing up. Soon you'll be shaving". "Yes, it is growing. Bobby tilted his head back and pointed to his upper lip. Sally approached and looked for any sign of a mustache, but there was none. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips and backed off. "Yes, soon you'll be shaving", she said, holding back the laugh. During the car ride they talked about everything except what they were going to do. Sally tried to bring it up, but Bobby quickly changed the subject. He was nervous about having sex with an older woman. Last time it was spontaneous, but this time it was different. He was afraid that she would see him as a child <unk> which of course he was. And then his heart beat so fast that he wondered if a 15-year-old boy could have a heart attack. His mother stopped the car in a garage and turned off the engine. "I hope you didn't masturbate when you were in your room", said Sally looking at her son. "Eita, mother, please stop!" "Well, it's just that you're gonna have to be ready for"... "Mother!" "Oh, that's all right. Don't be so sensitive". Sally messed up her son's hair. Bobby turned his head and lowered his visor. Looking in the small mirror, he combed his hair with his fingers. When he turned to his mother, she was smiling. Bobby followed Sally to the front door and waited. When the door opened, Bobby had to look at the 6'5" man. His big hands grabbed Sally's waist and he lifted her up as if she weighed nothing. She wrapped his body with her legs and hugged him tightly. "Is that a cannon in your trousers or are you as big as I remember?" said Sally laughing. Bobby was shocked when the man's hands slid into his mother's buttocks and grabbed her butt, pulling her groin into his. His dress went up her thighs exposing most of her legs. He was about to look away when a woman's head bent around the man. She had dark hair cut short, like Demi Moore's in Ghost. And although Bobby liked long hair, he noticed how beautiful her face was <unk> protruding cheekbones, green eyes, nose and small, fleshy lips. "The way he enjoys it is actually a good way to describe it", she said. "This must be Bobby". Coming out from behind her husband and reaching out her hand, she said, "Hello, I'm Wendy". Next to her huge husband, at 4'11", she looked like his daughter. When Bobby shook her hand, his arm accidentally touched his mother's bare leg. "Either put me down, you beast, or pluck that monster stick and fuck me right here", said Sally laughing loudly. Bobby got as red as a beet and looked down the street to see if anyone had heard him talking. So he turned around. His mother slid across the man's body and the back of the dress got caught in his arm. She climbed up to her waist and Bobby looked at her bright yellow panties, which were so torn that he saw her butt break through it. It happened very quickly, but the image was etched in his brain. When Sally was down, the man reached out his hand and said, "I'm Harry. Thank you for bringing such a delicious ass". Bobby was offended and was going to say something, but when the others laughed he took the man's hand and squeezed it. To his consternation, his mother grabbed hold of the man. They went to the room where Sally and Harry were sitting on the couch and Bobby was sitting in a chair. Wendy stood up awkwardly, and then threw herself into Bobby's lap, her legs dangling from the side of the chair and her arm around his neck. Her short skirt went up the thin legs to the groin, but she hardly bothered to pull it down. She moved in her lap, pressing her butt against her groin. Her penis hardened instantly. Wendy leaned close to Bobby's ear and whispered, "I love a hard cock. I'm so glad you came. I really need a good hard fuck". Bobby was stunned and whispered back, "Isn't Harry your husband?" "Yes, why?" "Well, doesn't he... you know... do that to you?" "We have fun with our hands and mouth, but it's too big for me. You don't choose who you fall in love with. That's why we joined this group. We love each other and give each other pleasure, but sometimes we need a good fuck". She moved in Bobby's lap again. "Will you give me a good fuck?" Bobby blushed and whispered, "I've only done this once before". "That and sweet". Kissing him on the mouth, she pulled his hand to her thigh and climbed up her leg. He felt her skirt go up and then his hand was in her sketch - no panties! He choked on his mouth and turned his head away. He was ashamed that his mother had seen him. But when he looked past Wendy, his mother wasn't paying attention to him. She was kissing Harry passionately. Her dress was tied at the waist and her legs were wide open. The man's hand was inside his yellow panties and Bobby clearly saw him having sex with her. Looking away, Bobby said, "Can we go somewhere?" "What do you mean?" Wendy asked. "To your room". "We don't exchange like that. We like to observe each other". "But my mother"... Her voice disappeared without knowing what to say. "You knew she was gonna have sex with my husband, didn't you?" "Yes, but"... Bobby lowered his head. Wendy looked at Sally and her husband and then at Bobby. "I didn't know. But that's how it is with us. Trust me, you'll love it". Bobby looked at Wendy's face and then looked at his mother. Harry was pulling on his yellow panties. They were twisted at the knees and Bobby saw his mother's bush for the second time in his life. With his mouths pressed, Sally's hands opened Harry's belt and pants. When Bobby saw his mother's hand plunge into the man's panties, he had to look away. Wendy was looking at him. "Are you okay with that?" she asked. Bobby looked into her green eyes. She was beautiful and could easily have passed for a high school student. His eyes fell on her chest. Extending his hand, he put his hand on her little bosom. She covered the back of his hand with hers. Bobby squeezed her chest. "If you're a tit man, I have to apologize", she said. "I'm completely small. Guys generally like breasts like their mother's". Bobby automatically looked at his mother. He couldn't see her breasts. She was leaning over Harry's lap and all he saw was the back of her head moving up and down. He quickly looked away. "Here, let me show you", said Wendy and pulled her blouse over her head, swinging her short hair that fell perfectly in place. Her braless breasts were small, with a lot of space between them. They were cone-shaped with little nipples on the tips. Bobby timidly raised his hand and held one naked breast. He felt Wendy's hand on the back of his head pulling him to the other breast, which fit completely inside his open mouth. He sucked and moved away slowly, dragging his lips over her skin. When he reached the nipple, he caught it between his lips and stretched it out. When he let go, it took considerably longer. "Mmmm, that's nice", she said. "Just because they're small doesn't mean they're not sensitive. But I have something even more sensitive". Bobby didn't have time to ask for an explanation. He stooped down as she passed her right leg over his head. She climbed into his lap so that her raised butt was pressed against his belly and her legs fell over his shoulders. She was small enough to lie on his legs, his knees being the pillow. Her skirt was up, so nothing blocked the view of her little face. "Go ahead, touch it", said Wendy, panting like an excited dog waiting for a treat. Bobby looked between her legs. She had a lock of black hair on the top of her muzzle, but her lips were well shaved. Unlike Mrs. Wingate, Wendy's dark inner lips were long and extended beyond her outer lips. This intrigued him, so he took one between his fingers and pulled it. "Do you like them?" Wendy asked. "Harry thinks they're sexy". Bobby didn't answer. He stuck his fingers between her thin lips and pushed it out, opening it. The inside was pink and wet. He put a finger in her hole and pushed it, watching it disappear inside, feeling her grip squeezing it. "Oh, yeah, fuck me with your finger", said Wendy out loud. Bobby panicked and looked up at the couch to see if his mother had heard him speak. He gasped. His mother was sitting on the couch with her legs spread, her hands on Harry's head which was between her legs. Her dress was at her waist and Bobby saw her yellow panties around her ankle. Wendy followed Bobby's gaze and tilted her head back. "See, it's not exciting to see them doing that", she said. "It makes me so hot. Watch if you want, but don't forget me. Play with my smile". Bobby looked down and saw Wendy furiously rubbing her clitoris with her index finger. He fucked her with his fingers a few times and then removed the wet finger, placing it at the base of her clitoris. As she rubbed herself, she squeezed the clitoris against his finger and her legs tightened around his neck. "Yeah, take control. Do me while I watch". She said breathing heavily. Wendy put her feet on Bobby's shoulders and pushed. She slid back. Raising her head with her chin resting on her chest, she opened her knees and said enthusiastically: "Make me laugh before your mother". Then she dropped her head on his knees to observe Bobby's husband and mother. Bobby looked at his mother. Her hips were swaying, crushing her cheekbone into Harry's face. She was moaning loudly, her fingers clenching her hair. She looked like she was ready for the climax. Bobby pressed down on Wendy's clitoris and rubbed it in circles, then he stuck one finger of the other hand into her pussy and fucked her with it, her feet pressing on his shoulders as her back arched and her hips raised. "Yes, I'm close!" she cried. "Make me laugh. It's so nice to see your mother while you make me... Yes! That's it! Do it! Do it! Yes!" Bobby pinched his fleshy clitoris and rubbed it between his index and thumb. He furiously shoved the other finger in and out of her so fast that sometimes he would lose control and the other finger would come out completely, but he quickly pushed it back in. Wendy was groaning and her feet slipped a little. They now pressed against her chest and he felt her toes rolling and unrolling. "Now! My clitoris!" she shouted. With her finger deep inside her pussy, Bobby vigorously rubbed her clitoris with two fingers. Her fingernails nailed into her calves and she let out a shrill scream. Her body shook and her knees cracked, but Bobby kept rubbing. And then she pushed with her legs, sliding backwards and falling to the floor. Bobby sat up straight, leaning forward on the edge of the chair. He looked at the older woman lying on her side with both hands holding her muzzle and her knees on her chest. She was rocking. Slowly opening her eyes, she said, "Did we win?" and looked at the sofa. Harry moved to the side and Bobby saw his mother sitting with the dress at her waist and her knees apart. Her head was leaning against the back of the sofa and her eyes were closed. She was breathing with difficulty. He looked between her legs. Unlike the other two women, the lips of her mouth were not scraped. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed so that Bobby could see her slit open and how wet it was. Most of it was Harry's saliva, but he wondered if some of it was his mother's juice. He couldn't take his eyes off her crotch wondering if she would react to him by rubbing her clitoris the way Wendy did. The only sound in the room was heavy breathing, and that was until Bobby choked. Harry stood up, showing his profile to Bobby, his trousers fell down to his feet, and his hard cock came out of the brace on his boxer shorts - his eight-inch cock! "That's why he can't fuck me", said Wendy, in a voice full of regret. Harry undressed and sat down on the couch. Sally had recovered and was watching him. When he sat down, she got up and Bobby was happy to see her dress falling into place, covering her. But then she unbuttoned it and pulled it over his head. He was looking at his naked ass. And then he saw her hands tangle with the bra clasps and soon he was on the floor too. She was completely naked, although Bobby's view was from her back. Sally leaned down by her waist and leaned into Harry's lap. Bobby couldn't see her doing that, but he knew she had his dick in her mouth. Her head was rocking up and down and her arm was moving, so he knew she was masturbating to him, too. In this position, with her legs spread wide and her knees bent, he saw her pussy peering in between her thighs. Bobby was distracted when Wendy crawled up to him and unbuttoned his pants. She took them off with Bobby lifting his legs to help her. Before long he was as naked as everyone else. She leaned on his lap and let the saliva flow from his mouth into his penis. "What are you doing?" asked Bobby. "I told you, I'm all small... and you're pretty big for a 15-year-old boy". Wendy looked over her shoulder as Bobby choked. Her mother climbed onto the couch with one knee on each side of Harry. Looking between her legs, Bobby saw her grab the giant stick and guide it to her mouthpiece. She slowly bent down <unk> seemed to get stuck. She waited and then pushed down and waited again after it sank a centimeter into her. Bobby watched her buttocks contract and then she got up a little and sat down again. This time more of Harry's stick disappeared. "It takes some time to adjust", said Wendy, and then she turned to Bobby and spit on his dick. Wendy climbed into the big comfortable chair that Bobby was sitting in. She had one foot on each side of him and was holding his head to balance herself. Then she turned around carefully until she was backing up to him. Getting behind her, she grabbed his shoulder and fell to her knees. Then, like Bobby's mother, she grabbed his stick and put it in the entrance of her booth. She bent down. "Aahhh", Bobby whimpered. "Excuse me, I'm going to let go quickly. You'll fit in as soon as we start". And she did. While her mother struggled to get Harry's dick inside her, Wendy slipped into Bobby's lap. She was much more comfortable than Mrs. Wingate, but equally warm. The glove-like grip around her penis made Bobby groan, and then her hips went up as he exploded. "I kind of expected you to do that", she said. "There's nothing like sperm to lubricate a sketch". Wendy waited for Bobby to catch his breath and then she pulled his hands around her body over her tiny breasts. As soon as he grabbed tight, she began to move slowly, sliding her wet muzzle up and down on his hard cock, fucking it. They both watched the other couple - his mother had more than half of Harry's stick inside her. And then Harry's big hands grabbed her buttocks and lifted her up and down. In doing so, he opened her buttocks and saw Bobby's mother's ass. Not long ago, it would have been embarrassing for him and he would have looked away, but he was glued to the huge stick trying to fit into his mother's muzzle. Wendy was sure <unk> it was exciting to see the others climbing. "What do you think?" Wendy said softly, slowing her movements. "No way. There's no way that's going to fit inside her". Wendy had a little laugh. "Just watch". As if his mother's little face had heard the challenge, Sally suddenly fell into Harry's lap. She leaned forward and put her arms around his neck, with the side of her face resting on his shoulder. Bobby saw her hips swaying back and forth slowly. And then she sat down and looked over her shoulder. She had a vague look, but then she smiled at Bobby. He blushed, but didn't look away. With her eyes fixed on her son, Sally stood up. She bit her lower lip and half-closed one eye a little, but kept going until three-quarters of the huge dick were appearing. She paused and then blinked. When she sank again, her eyes closed tightly and she shivered. And then she turned to face Harry. "I said it would work", said Wendy. He was watching Harry's cock disappear into his mother's sketch. "You look like a strong boy", said Wendy. "Can you stand up and hold me without your dick slipping?" "Yes, you weigh almost nothing". "Okay, on your feet". Bobby's hands slid down her breasts and then he wrapped his arms around her. He grabbed her little body and she grabbed his forearms. He moved to the edge of the chair and leaned forward, then got up from the seat and stood up. Wendy's legs went behind his legs, feet pressed against the back of his legs, holding him. "Oh God, I've sunk deeper into your dick", Wendy said. "All right, go to my husband... but don't leave me. I like to jump on a dick when the guy's walking". Bobby hesitated. His mother was having sex with Harry right now. She was leaning forward with the side of her face resting on his shoulder and raising and lowering her butt. This was done very slowly, as if she was trying to fit in his size. But when Wendy stuck her fingernails into his arm, he walked the short distance. "All right, put me down gently", said Wendy. Bobby leaned forward and Wendy reached out and put her hands on her husband's knees while his feet touched the floor. She was bent at the waist with Bobby behind her, his penis still inside her pussy. "Now fuck me", said Wendy, the excitement obvious in her voice. With his hands on her hips, Bobby rocked back and forth. He looked at her ass, but was drawn to his mother's ass. He looked up and saw her looking over her shoulder at him with a huge smile. As if trying to show off, she increased her movements, fucking Harry's big dick faster. "God, she's stretched", said Wendy, leaning over to take a closer look. Bobby looked over Wendy's back to his mother's ass so close that he could reach out and touch her. His eyes went down a bit to her furry little mouthpiece appearing between her thighs. Every time she stood up, the inner lips of her mouthpiece were pulled out while clinging to the thick stick, and then part of her outer lips seemed to be pushed straight into her mouthpiece as she lowered herself. He understood why it took her so long to understand everything. But the friction was unbelievable! When the dick became visible, Bobby realized how his mother's rat could slide over it - the dick was shiny with its juices. Bobby continued to watch as Wendy slid a hand across the inside of her husband's thigh and placed two fingers on his testicles. She stroked them for a while and then moved her hand up, sliding two fingers on either side of the base of Harry's penis. She held it like this while his mother jumped up and down, falling into his hand. After a while, Wendy let go of her hand and held it back. Bobby looked at him - it was wet. He leaned forward and smelled the back of her hand. He smelled his mother's kiss. Digging his fingers into Wendy's hips, he fucked her harder. She looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Lamba", she said in a hoarse voice. Bobby frantically shook his head negatively. "Go ahead, try it. She'll never know". Wendy stretched her arm back and Bobby grabbed her wrist. He looked at the back of her hand, for the moisture in it. It was even closer to her nose and the smell was stronger. He pulled her hand up to her mouth and passed his tongue over it. He did this again and again until there was nothing left but saliva. Wendy pulled her hand back and it disappeared under her. "Fuck me hard!" she said, supporting her bent body with her other hand on her husband's knee. Bobby felt her rubbing his cheek. He pulled his dick out and shoved it back into her as hard as he could. She grunted, but that only stimulated him. He hit her tight cheek with all his strength. Wendy yelled for him to fuck harder. The sweat was dripping from his face onto her back. Her fingers grabbed her hips tighter, pulling her back every time he moved. Her pelvis hit her buttocks making a tapping sound. He felt her hand move furiously. And then she let out that shrill scream as her cheek pressed against his penis. Bobby pushed her in and out a few more times and then leaned forward, hugging her sweaty body on her back. Her huge jets leant at her climax, hitting the climax. Bobby opened his eyes and looked. His face was right next to his mother's snout. He could smell it. He could hear the wet sounds sliding up and down on Harry's dick. He could see the dick going in and out of it. He pushed his still hard dick in and out of Wendy's snout several times and then - this had never happened to him before - he climaxed again with just a little pause. It was like a continuation of his last orgasm and actually this most powerful one. When Bobby opened his eyes, he saw his mother's buttocks contracting, her head was thrown back and she was moaning, her hips wobbling erratically, and then she stopped, sitting on Harry's stick. Bobby watched in fascination. And then his mother woke up. She leaned forward and put her mouth on Harry's. She kissed him passionately and then laid her hands on his shoulders. She started fucking him again. Bobby saw Harry's dick was much wetter than before. His mother had reached climax and he was looking at the result of her orgasm. He started fucking Wendy again. His mother was jumping up and down really fast now. She didn't seem to have any difficulty with her penis. Harry was grunting, raising his hips as best he could. And then he grabbed her, pulling her into his lap. Her face made a face. He pulled her up to his body and held her tightly while her hips shook. When Sally was pulled forward, her muzzle partially slid out of his penis. At that angle, Bobby saw clearly where the two were connected. And then his mother was moving very slowly up and down. The shiny white penis now had stripes, and every time she sat down, the muzzle pushed its pieces into the base of his penis and his balls dripped into it! Bobby moaned and scoffed once more.