MRS. JACKSON

The next day Denise went to Debbie's house again, but Debbie's Mom, Mrs. Leslie Jackson, met Denise at the door. Leslie was a petite 40-year-old with short blonde hair and a nice tight body. Dennis had a crush on her a couple of years earlier. "Come in, Denise," the woman said, "I sent Debbie out on some errands. I want speak with you alone for a few minutes." They sat on the couch in the living room. Leslie's eyes swept over Denise. He was wearing a simple white blouse, short black skirt, white stockings and heels. Denise knew that look; it was the look men gave him when he wore particularly revealing clothes to the mall. Leslie scooted closer to him on the couch and put her arm behind him.

"Denise," she said, "I know what Debbie did with you yesterday. No, she didn't tell me. I could hear you all over the house." The blood drained from Denise's face. Mrs. Jackson quickly said, "Denise, don't get me wrong. I-I'm n-not mad at you! I-I'm just so worried about my little Debbie..." Leslie began to sob quietly and she put her head on Denise's shoulder.

Denise didn't know what to do, so he put his arms around the disturbed woman and silently held her. "Debbie is only 18," Leslie continued, "and you're such an ... exotic person now. I'm afraid that you're too much for her at this point. I don't want her to be hurt." She started crying again.

Denise smoothed her hair and stroked her back as he whispered, "I know what you mean, Mrs. Jackson. Everything has changed so quickly. I wish I had a guide, an experienced partner to teach me about sex and love."

He felt her warm breasts pressing against his and her nipples hardened, and he smiled lewdly. He knew that the tortured mother was thinking of her daughter and him, and the mental images were in turn causing unmistakable arousal in her body. Leslie Jackson could feel a certain twitching deep within her belly, and her traitorous cunny began to secrete droplets of moisture which flowed warmly down between her legs to dampen her soft inner thighs. She tried to will her body to cease its tingling ardor, but it was rising in her now with undeniable force.

Her daughter's lover continued to stroke her shoulder, letting his hand slide slowly and lightly down her side, knowing it was having the desired electric effect upon her. She sobbed against his bountious chest, finding a gentle security in his strokings ... she began to whimper softly ... and all the while he was whispering words in her hair, bolder words, "I need someone, Mrs. Jackson. Someone like you ... " Leslie was breathing faster now, and then Denise brought his hand casually and lightly up against the ripely swelling mound of one of her breasts, rubbing the quivering flesh tenderly through the light material of her dress. He heard the sharp intake of breath, felt the shudder of excitement spread through her voluptuous body in a shock wave, and she stiffened against him. But he didn't stop caressing her breast, running his thumb freely over her nipple, and his cock lurched, throbbing with the victory he felt was now imminent.

His hand lifted the hem of her dress up over her firm ass. A warning voice in Leslie's mind penetrated the lethargy her hapless state of affairs had placed her in. "No ..." she gasped, trying to jerk upright from his clasp. "What are you trying to do to me?"

"Come on, Mrs. Jackson. You want me, don't you? That's why you didn't stop us yesterday; that's why you looked me over when I arrived; that's why you're holding me now. Be honest with yourself. You want me to fuck you."

"Oh, God ..." she moaned, still trying to fight the voice of sensuality deep inside her, and she tried to pull away from his embrace. And in doing so, her mouth brushed Denise's lips; he kissed her suddenly, completely engulfing her mouth and flicking his tongue forward immediately to meet hers. "No. This is wrong. I love Debbie. I can't let this happen," Leslie thought, but already her mouth and lips and tongue were responding. She let Denise slide his tongue in and out of her mouth and she made tiny mewlings deep in her throat.

Denise pulled Leslie's dress up off her body and tossed it to the floor. Then he slowly unbuttoned his own blouse and exposed his marvelous boobs to her admiring gaze. She tentatively reached out and tweaked his nipples.

His hand slipped inside her panties, grazing against the curling strands of her soft, pussy hair. He let his hand slide still lower until his middle finger was in sudden, heated contact with the warm, damp flesh-folds of her excitedly palpitating cunny. She tried one last time to stop herself, and then everything became a whirring blur. She couldn't stop it now.

Leslie knelt behind Denise and eased his little black skirt down his long sleek legs. He smiled in triumph above her and his stiffening cock strained his thong briefs.

Automatically she spread her thighs, opening the smooth flesh of her inner legs to his softly probing touch. Denise stood for a moment to remove his thong. Then he pushed the older woman down onto the couch and jumped between her legs. "God, I want you," Denise said huskily, and Leslie thought that her whole body was afire. Shame at what she was doing swept over her flesh even as a wanton craving agitated her loins, and with deliberate slowness Denise slid a finger inside her moistly throbbing cunny.

Leslie moaned aloud and struggled against herself vainly. "Oh, oh, oh ..." she whimpered helplessly as he jerked his middle finger, then two fingers, then three, in and out of her hungrily clasping cunt-hole.

"Do you want to be my first, Mrs. Jackson?" he asked softly, "I want you to be the one. I want you to teach me." Denise loved the power his beauty gave him. With gleaming eyes he grinned up at the surrendered woman below him, and moved his fingers still faster inside her tender, moistly sucking cunt. "Tell me, Mrs. Jackson. Tell me you want my big cock inside you. Tell me you want me to fuck you."

Leslie moaned aloud and struggled against his burning fingers. "Oh, God, oh ..." His carnal words invoked her to react with strange, blood-pounding need. "Oh, yes, yes, fuck me, Denise ..." she screamed hysterically. "Fuck me!"

Debbie Jackson arrived home from her errands a few moments later. She came in the front door, but before she closed it or said anything she heard noises coming from the living room. Sexy noises. She quietly closed the door and peeked into the room. Her eyes widened and an electric jolt of disbelief surged through her body. For what she saw, incredibly, unbelievably, were the nakedly entwined bodies of her voluptuous mother and her even more voluptuous boyfriend! Right before her staring eyes. Her own mother! There she was, her legs raised high in the air as Denise buried his tongue in her cunt! Debbie slumped against the wall, the breath she had been going to scream with knocked from her lungs.

Leslie clutched the tousled hair of the beautiful boy/girl, her eyes squeezed shut and her pelvis grinding madly up against his face. Debbie could see her boyfriend's tongue lash out at her mother's nakedly exposed pussy, disappearing up into the soft, hair-lined slit, and Debbie heard the ecstatic chants mewling from her mother's mouth.

Denise's fervent kisses turned Leslie's entire body into a desire-inflamed bundle of raw nerve ends that she was helpless to control. His mouth left her cunt and he slid up her sweating body until his cock was trapped between her nether-lips and his belly. Then his hands seized her breasts and squeezed them together in two firm mounds of roundly straining flesh. She could feel pin pricks of delicious feeling racing through the tips of them as he rolled the hardening nipples maddeningly between his thumbs and forefingers. "I love having my nipples played with, don't you?" he murmured.

She forgot about her daughter, about everything, except the sheer joy of having this glorious young body against her crazily tingling flesh. His hands dropped from her firm, wide-set breasts to fondle her hips and trace the lovely full convexities of her butt. She moaned ecstatically, her arms reaching out to twine tightly around his neck, pulling his full soft breasts into her own. She despised herself for the surges of hot longing that made her ache to have him inside her.

But then she thought, "Why hate myself for this? Denise is a gorgeous and sexual being. It's natural to want him." She wanted him now, that instant, and began to wriggle the lower half of her lush body sensually against him. Leslie pulled Denise tightly to her and dropped one hand down between their writhing bodies to take his hard, throbbing cock between her fingers and guide it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full, fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned her head to the side, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitive edges of her moistened pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying still in utter wantonness beneath him.

Debbie couldn't believe her eyes as she watched, or the tight sensation gripping her in the depths of her belly. She had to admit that she was turned on by the scene before her. Her fingers went to her own cunny as she continued to watch. "T-there. Now push in. Slowly," Leslie moaned, her voice trembling as she felt the first shocking pressure of Denise's lust-enraged cock against the tight elastic opening of her vagina. He shoved. "Ooooh, no, waaaiiit---it's too much!" the aroused mother cried as the hugely swollen cock-head slipped through, stretching wide the small wet cuntal opening until Leslie felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure.

Denise's face twisted into a contorted expression of raw lust as he looked down at this woman helplessly spread-eagled beneath him, the head of his blood-engorged penis disappearing excitingly up into the soft, curling hair of her pussy. He fell forward, then, his weight pressing their breasts tightly together. He thrust his hips forward at the same time and his long, thick cock slid hard up into her pinkly glistening cunt, pushing the soft moist flesh of her pussy in gently rippling waves before it. There was no stopping it, until with a loud groan from his throat, his balls smacked heavily into the quivering white cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.

"OOOOh! Ooooh!" she moaned beneath him. She had never felt so utterly filled in her life. And now his cock lay sunk deep in her trembling belly, filling it to the point of bursting. There was not a single tiny ridge of flesh on it that she could not feel as it pressed tightly into the flesh of her pussy. Denise remembered something he had read about sexual positions and quickly levered Leslie's legs up off the couch in an arc far back over her head, pressing her feet to either side of her shoulders. Her body was bent back double, the pain of her strained muscles almost overpowering. The glistening wet plane of her cunt was presented up to him as he quickened his thrusts as he lunged forward with all his strength to sink his cock as deep as he was able.

The pretty woman groaned beneath him, her face showing the pain and pleasure she was feeling. Then she felt her pleasure increasing and the warmly seeping walls of her cunt began to clasp hungrily around his thick, blood-engorged rod. His swollen balls smacked into the crevice of her butt, making the area tingle and contract as she began a slow rhythmic undulation to meet the long strokes of his fucking.

Leslie's daughter stood in almost hypnotic fascination as she watched her mother's growing response to the powerful thrusts. Debbie could imagine herself writhing and moaning under Denise's spectacular body.

Leslie felt no pain now, and her eyes were tightly closed as she bucked with Denise. The fire of animal lust raged out of control in his madly fucking loins and he was aware of nothing else in the world but the fact that a beautiful, full bodied woman was responding to his skewering cock. Spurred on by Leslie's wildly pitching body and the way she kicked with her heels against his shoulders, he dug more deeply into her, pinning her flatter to the couch and restricting her movements until she thought she would go thoroughly mad unless she could move with him as freely as she wanted. Leslie moaned and attempted to hump upwards as she felt her climax approaching, driving her wild with a force she had never experienced with her husband.

"Oh, I'm cumming! I'm cumming, Oh God, I'm cumming now! Fuck harder! Fuck harder!" Her hands darted behind his hard driving ass, pulling him as far as humanly possible into her spasming loins. "Aaaaaah!" she cried in a voice shrill with mind reeling passion. Her cum flowed wetly out around his still driving cock and spilled down into the soft, excitedly clenching crevice of her buttocks, flooding his testicles and the base of his cock as he drubbed unrelentingly into her. Dazzling flashes of light filled her head as she continued to groan out her orgasm, her juices still flowing in unchecked spurts down the full quivering moons of her uncontrollably jerking ass.

He could feel the hot load of his sperm building up for an earth shattering release, the broad blunt head of his cock flexing and growing larger inside her. At last he erupted, his thick liquid shooting deep up into her widely stretched womb, mixing with the wetness of her own cumming.

Her head whirled in mindless sensuality as the burning, powerful squirts surged deeply inside her, filling her to overflowing with their warm sticky whiteness. The hot wet walls of her pussy clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at his crazily jerking organ like a sucking mouth. Leslie's firmly sculptured body was drained, and her limbs collapsed loosely on the couch as Denise's grip on her quivering buttocks slowly relaxed and was finally released altogether.

He rolled off her, his breasts heaving as he struggled to fill his lungs with air. Leslie groaned at the loss of his penis and felt a cool rush of breeze caressing her cum-soaked loins. She lay still, unable to move and not really caring. Her body was wholly satiated as it had never been before and she ached all over.

Debbie silently snuck back out the front door and came back twenty minutes later, hoping that her mother didn't go for a repeat performance with Denise. She found Denise and her mother chatting innocently in the kitchen, but she noticed that their hair was still damp from the shower. She never said a word about what she had seen.

Days passed and Denise and Debbie spent a lot of time together. Mrs. Jackson gave up any thought of keeping them apart. Denise tried to get Mrs. Jackson into bed again, but Leslie gently refused. She explained to Denise that she couldn't have an affair with her daughter's lover. They became good friends but never made love again.

Debbie loved to dress Denise up and take him out to mall. They rarely bought anything, Debbie just liked to put Denise on display, and Denise enjoyed the excitement her appearance caused. Men of all ages constantly approached Denise, and he became adept at fending them off without bruising their egos. He knew the sting of rejection, and didn't like making the men feel bad.

LATEX & BIRTHDAY SUITS

One afternoon the packages from Denise's internet shopping spree arrived via UPS. He took the ten heavy boxes upstairs to his room and called Debbie. She arrived in minutes. The latex garments were extremely provocative. Neither of them could believe how sophisticated and horny Denise looked. Debbie's favorite outfit was a silver-grey sheathgown. It had a high neck, no sleeves and it clung to Denise like a second skin. It was so tight that Denise found it difficult to breathe, but he loved how it accentuated every curve and bump on his luscious body. Even his nipples and belly button were clearly visible through the thin latex.

Denise's favorite outfit was made of black latex so shiny that it looked wet. It consisted of a bra, long gloves, garter belt, and stockings. The latex stretched over his body skin-tight, but did little to contain his jiggling flesh. The shiny stockings and garter belt really turned him on. The stockings compressed onto his long legs and highlighted every movement of his thigh and calf muscles. The garter belt attached to the stockings and kept them from working their way down. The black bra was small but expanded to contain its big load. Denise's boobs were squeezed in and pulled outward at the same time so they were rounder than ever and inches wider than his chest. Denise rolled the gloves on and they extended to his armpits, as tight a fit as his stockings. A shiny black leather choker around his neck, black satin thong briefs and five-inch stiletto heals completed the look. The black latex on his arms and legs only drew more attention to his naked belly, cleavage, and asscheeks.

Just as Denise finished dressing in her favorite outfit, his mother called him down to dinner. A wicked smile formed on his face and he shared a look with Debbie. "Oh, do," she giggled, "your Dad will die!" Denise pulled on a red latex mini-skirt to cover his crotch and his garter belt, but it left the tops of the stockings and a little bare leg exposed. The skirt looked painted onto his rounded ass. As he playfully bounced down the stairs to the dining room his knockers and ass shook, wiggled, jounced and jumped under his shiny second skin. Debbie laughed uncontrollably as she went out the front door.

Denise's parents were already seated at the dining table. Denise strolled slowly into the room. Denise's father's jaw dropped when he saw Denise, and his mother gasped. Denise posed for a moment beside his chair so his father could get a good look, then slowly and sensuously lowered himself into the chair. Then he took a deep breath and made sure his father watched as his magnificent chest rose and fell. Finally his father blinked and looked away with a red face. Denise used his Marilyn Monroe breathy voice to say, "I love being a girl, there are SUCH fun things to wear." His mom laughed but his dad just got redder. "Actually this is a very practical outfit for mealtime," Denise added, "if I spill anything, it will wipe clean with a damp sponge." His mom seemed to enjoy the whole thing, and the two of them chattered about his new clothes throughout the meal. His father never said a word.

The next morning, Denise stood in the bathroom wearing only white heels, sheer stockings, a white corset, and dangling diamond earrings while admiring his new body in the mirror. Over the last few days he had spent hours sunning in the backyard when nobody else was home, and he had developed a nice golden all-over tan, even on his boobs and ass.

He was just twisting around to look down at his pert ass when the doorknob turned and his father walked in. His father blushed and immediately backed out. "Wait!" Denise exclaimed, and the "perfect body" man paused in the doorway looking at the "perfect body" girl/boy. "Do I disgust you Daddy?" Denise asked.

"No, no," his father stammered and stepped forward to hug him. "Honey, I think you're beautiful." His father held Denise's nearly nude body tightly for a few minutes as the boy/girl cried on his shoulder. The entire time he was uncomfortably aware of Denise's big tits and cock pressing against his body.

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