The warm June sun shone down on the quad. A soft breeze whispered through the old oaks, sharing secret promises of days to come.
The University was buzzing on the last day of finals. Many of its students were already prepared to head home for their summer break. With only today left to go, cars loaded with student's belongings littered the clogged streets.
Brooke walked, jauntily through the crowd. She was looking forward to the end of term. At 19 years old she was far ahead of her friends. She was a 4.0 student and worked hard at her extra class load to be almost a semester ahead of her graduating class. The thought had crossed her mind about taking summer classes as well, but she felt she needed a break. With one more professor to meet with she skipped up the stairs to the English department.
Professor Davis sat behind his desk, pleased with the end of term as well. It never ceased to amaze him how much trouble his students had in English. He looked at his schedule log and saw he was clear for over an hour. Smiling to himself he logged onto his laptop and loaded a favorite website.
The screen came up showing images of college girls 'caught on camera' in and around campuses. He smiled again casually touching himself as he scrolled through the pages. Davis smiled wider, he especially liked accidental flashing. "Wish that would happen to me," he thought.
Brooke arrived at the office of Professor Davis and his secretary was no where to be found. She needed an A in this class to ensure she keeps her perfect grades. She sat in the anteroom, waiting patiently. She fiddled, nervously with the hem of her short skirt hoping she could convince Davis to raise her grade. She was just about to give up and leave when she heard a muffled groan from Davis' office. Creeping to his door she cracked it open to see if he was in. What she saw made her smile with self assurance. Davis was checking out porn, she laughed to herself. From her angle of view she could tell he was obviously enjoying the sites. She closed the door, quietly, and pondered her next move carefully.
Davis was enjoying himself, so much that he risked taking his slender cock out under his desk. As he slowly stroked it, he thought of the young women in his class and how nice it would be to catch a glimpse in real life.
Brooke calmly checked her self. Unbuttoning the top two buttons of her thin spring top showed off her prominent breasts nicely. She sprayed a bit more perfume in her cleavage and checked her skirt. OK she thought here goes. She gave her long black hair a quick tousle before knocking and letting her self in.
"Excuse me Professor," she said, breezing into the office, "I know I don't have an appointment, but I need to speak to you about my term paper."
The shocked look on Davis' face made Brooke smile inwardly. She loved to shock people and this was getting good.
"Who let you in here Brooke?" Davis demanded, "Where is my secretary?"
"I don't know, sir," Brooke replied, innocently, "But I just need a few minutes, then I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing."
Davis was suddenly aware his laptop still was showing images and slammed it shut. He was caught off guard, so he forced himself under his desk to hide his exposed erection.
Brooke brazenly walked behind his desk to hand him the term paper. She bent seductively towards him to lay it on his desk. Her angle afforded him a nice view down her top and she was close enough that he could smell her sweet perfume. Davis felt his neglected cock twitch under his desk.
As Brooke walked over to take a seat, Davis' gaze followed her. He liked her, she was his best student, and very sexy as well. Cock stirring again, Davis looked though the term paper, nervously. He was having a hard time concentrating; his thoughts kept shifting to the sexy, black girl in his office.
"So do you think you can help me sir?" Brooke inquired.
Davis looked up as she crossed her long legs. The slit in her skirt parted allowing him to see more of her sexy legs. He wondered, inwardly if she wore any panties.
"I don't see what I can do, Brooke," he replied, continuing to stare at her exposed thigh, "a B+ was a fair grade on this work."
"Well, sir, if I can't raise it to an A- I will lose my 4.0," she pleaded, "isn't there anything I can do to raise that a little bit?"
Davis' mind raced through several things, immediately. None of which were prudent or ethical. Brooke took solace in the fact that she saw him wavering. She had a pretty good idea what he was thinking and decided to turn up the heat.
Looking directly at Davis, she crossed her legs oppositely, opening the other slit wider then the first. This time she knew he could see all the way up her thigh to her hip. She was excited to see his eyes were still riveted on her legs. She feigned nervousness as she fingered the next button on her blouse, enticing Davis further.
"I would be willing to do anything you tell me to," she promised, "right now, here if that is what you want."
Davis was a little shocked, but surprisingly very excited. He wasn't sure if she was asking about legitimate work or throwing him an innuendo clad offer. His thin white cock, still exposed and hidden under the desk, was twitching madly. It was almost screaming for him to take her.
Brooke saw the all too familiar look in his eyes. She stood up and walked, again, behind his desk. This time putting her hand gently on his shoulder, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear.
"I could help you out with your, growing situation," she offered bewitchingly, gesturing under the desk.
Davis gaped at her, open mouthed. He had the sinking feeling that he had lost all control of this situation. Brooke took his silence as acceptance and pulled his chair back. Davis felt weak as he was moved backwards. He was soon out from under his desk and accessible to her view. His tortured cock bobbed lewdly, still poking through the opening of his pants.
"Um, Brooke, let me explain," he begged.
"Shhhh, no need sir," she said,stroking his tortured cock briefly, "I saw your laptop and completely understand, you poor man."
Brooke stood up and walked to the office door, locking it before returning to her professor. Davis sat, frozen, watching her sway towards him, unbuttoning her top as she walked.
"How much time do we have?" she purred to him, quizzically.
"Uh....about an hour," he stammered back.
"Mmm, plenty of time," she replied, smiling.
Brooke opened her blouse, revealing her full bosom to Davis' lustful stare. She gently turned his chair and knelt between his legs, looking sweetly into his eyes.
"If we can take care of this you will be able to concentrate on my problem better," she offered.
Brooke carefully reached out and cradled his stiff cock in her knowledgeable hand. She looked intently at her professor and absentmindedly licked her full lips. Seeing the anticipation in his face she took his cock deeply down her throat.
"Oh God!" Davis breathed loudly, wrapping his hands with Brooke's long thick hair.
Brooke loved to give head and it was especially good when she got her way because of it. She happily suckled at Davis' skinny prick, allowing him to set a rhythm. Urgently he pulled her mouth harder and harder on to him. Brooke could feel his tension building, so she abruptly removed his throbbing cock from her mouth and in a flash, straddled his lap. She expertly slipped his cock between the folds of her naked pussy lips and cooed in her professor's ear
"Now you know you can fix my little problem, don't you sir?" she teased, rubbing herself against his stiff cock. "If you make me happy. I'll return the favor."
The professor looked up at her with pleading eyes. Brooke knew at this point she had won, but pushed just a bit further.
"Tell me what you want, sir," she asked sweetly, "What do you want me to do for you?"
Brooke slid her young supple hips back and forth. Davis felt tortured, he needed relief and was beyond any hope of stopping himself.
"I want to fuck your hot, black pussy," he blurted out, instantly embarrassed.
"Awww, you want to put your cock in my young, wet, black honey pot, professor?" She teased.
"YES, oh God please!" he pleaded.
"I would hope that would get me my A," she continued.
"Yes, just stop teasing and fuck me," Davis demanded.
Brooke giggled out loud and deftly slid his raging cock deep inside her wet and waiting pussy. Davis let out a long groan as she manipulated her young and eager muscles to give him the pleasure he wanted. The professor knew it was hopeless to resist, so he openly fondled her large, heaving breasts. He took each nipple in-between his lips, nipping and sucking them in turn.
Brooke was delighted when he started his nipple play. Her breast, and especially her nipples, were hyper-sensitive. She assumed the professor's skinny cock wouldn't fill her but at least she could have some pleasure from this.
"You like my big tits, sir?" She harassed him further.
"Oh yes," came his muffled reply, "I have daydreamed about this all year."
Brooke picked up the pace, relishing in the feeling of control she had over this man.
"I want to feel you cum, sir," she beseeched him, kissing him sweetly on the mouth.
She clenched her pussy strongly around his cock and got her wish. His hands shot to her hips and held her to his lap forcefully. Brooke knew better than to just wait him out and faked an award winning orgasm of her own. Now spent, Professor Davis collapsed against the chair, panting. Brooke kissed him again, sucking on his bottom lip seductively.
"I'll be right back, I have to get cleaned up," she chirped.
She climbed off his lap and lovingly replaced his shriveled cock in his pants. Replacing her blouse and unlocking the office door, she hummed to herself on the way to the ladies room. Once inside she cleaned her self up, marveling at the amount of cum the dear old professor produced. She was about to return to the office when her need overcame her and she took the naughty pleasure of rubbing herself to orgasm in the stall.
Brooke was surprised to see the professor's secretary, dutifully, back at her desk. She smiled at her as she entered.
"Hi, are you Brooke?" She asked politely.
"Yes I am," I replied, curious.
"The professor left you this, he said to tell you, great job and enjoy your vacation," she said handing her a large manila envelope.
Taking the package, Brooke smiled and thanked her. She was out on the quad again before she opened the envelope. It was her term paper, with the B+ stricken out and replaced by an A+. Brooke smiled widely, thinking "God, men are so easy".
Cheryl, Brooke's mother was rushing around her home in an excited fury. Her little girl was coming home today. Well she's not so little anymore, Cheryl admitted.
Cheryl was a proud mother, Brooke's grades couldn't be better. Not bad for a single mother, she admitted proudly. Cheryl was divorced when Brooke was only 8 and just recently got remarried to Leon, Brooke's step-father.
Cheryl worked hard to raise her daughter, often leaving her alone to go to one of the two jobs she always held. The time apart didn't seem to affect Brooke negatively and she had grown to be a very self assured young women.
As for Leon, she sighed, he wasn't what she hoped he'd be. He is charming and handsome, but always a dreamer. She tried to be supportive with all of his 'get rich quick' schemes, but always thought if he put all that effort into a real job, he'd be rich.
She did have to admit, as a lover though, he was fantastic. He still had the body of a much younger man, and the stamina to boot. Now Cheryl was no old lady either. It pleased her, darkly, when men, and sometimes women noticed her voluptuous, 38 year old, curves.
Cheryl was never what one would consider modest; she frequently would parade around the house in a short robe or an oversized T-shirt. It was not uncommon for her household to see all of her treasures, she remembered vividly. She and Brooke would chat for hours in her bedroom while Cheryl laid naked beneath her sheets, or walk into the bathroom on each other. Cheryl was happy to have such an open relationship with her daughter.
She sang to herself happily, walking into the living room. Her mood wavered, slightly as she saw her son Tom sitting next to Leon, drinking beer and watching TV. She had just cleaned the room this morning and now there were empty cans and food wrappers everywhere.
"Oh Tom," she thought to herself, "as shiftless as your step father."
Cheryl didn't know how two kids from the same house could be so different. Tom just turned 20 and hadn't finished high school. He worked, sporadically, never keeping a job for more then a month. He and Leon got along very well; they had the same dreamer's spirit. She lamented that her relationship with her son was never as close as the one with Brooke.
"Can you two please keep this room clean," she begged them, testily.
Leon tore his eyes from the TV to stare at her.
"Relax, princess won't mind a little clutter," he replied, rudely.
Leon reached for Cheryl and pulled her down onto the couch next to him. He kissed her strongly on her mouth and pulled her overstretched tank aside, freeing her large breast.
"Come on, don't be mad at Daddy," he faux whined to her, openly pulling on her large, distended nipple.
"Leon, stop, not in front of Tom" she chided, making an effort to cover herself.
"Whatever you say, dear," he laughed viciously, releasing her from his grasp.
Cheryl adjusted her top and grumbled off to the kitchen. Leon and Tom watched her go, both of them smiling. Leon knew he lucked out; Cheryl was still good looking and gave into him whenever he wanted sex. He smiled at the memory of making her beg him for his cock on more then one occasion. He's had her in his truck and even got her to blow him in front of his friends. Yeah, he thought, she is one hot, submissive slut.
Too bad he didn't get along with Brooke like he did with Tom. Tom was almost like a buddy, while Brooke was very standoff-ish. Yeah too bad, Leon thought, Brooke should be more like Mommy.
Tom left the living room for the solitude of his bedroom. He was still giggling to himself about how Leon treated his Mom. Leon had taught him that women want a strong man, someone to tell them what to do. Tom had to admit he liked it when Leon would fondle his Mom.
Tom sat on his bed and pulled out his stiffening cock. Stroking it, he daydreamed about all those glimpses of his Mom's fat nipples or her shaven labia. Every one of them, courtesy of Leon. Tom rubbed his cock furiously thinking of how Leon told him she sucked him off in front of his friends. Reaching under his sheets, Tom retrieved a pair of Cheryl's panties, sniffing them deeply. He renewed his ministrations coming to a climax during his memory of seeing Mom and Sis naked in the bathroom together.
Tom laid back onto his bed, relishing in post-orgasmic bliss. The semen still dribbling out of his spent cock, he secretly hoped he could get into the fun some day.
Cheryl was finishing her chores as she heard the door open. Looking up she beamed with joy at the arrival of her daughter. Brooke breezed into the kitchen kissing her mother on her mouth, lovingly.
"Oh Mom. It's so good to be home," Brooke exclaimed.
"Oh Honey, I'm so glad you are," Cheryl replied, honestly.
The two fell into an embrace lasting several minutes. They broke their clinging hold as Leon walked into the room.
"Look the Princess has returned to her castle," Leon joked, awkwardly.
Brooke shot him a look of mock hurt and turned back to her mother.
"It's official mom," she stated proudly, "another 4.0 semester."
"Who'd you have to sleep with to get that?" Tom questioned, joining the family.
"Not as many people as you might think, dick weed." His sister shot back.
Leon watched the interchange smiling. Tom really is jealous of his sister, isn't he? It's because Cheryl dotes on her like she does, he thought.
"Hey, When are we going to eat I'm starving," complained Leon.
"In about an hour," Cheryl answered impatiently, "let Brooke get settled first will you?"
Cheryl led Brooke up to her room to help her unpack. Her thoughts were filled with pride at how well she had done with her daughter. She was going to an Ivy League school now, and doing quite well at that. Cheryl allowed herself to remember how she got promoted at work. The promotion that allowed her the income and benefits that enabled Brooke to go to that school. She will never regret allowing her Boss to have sex with her in his office. Cheryl knew how to get what she needed and was pleased that her daughter would not have to do the same.
She watched casually as Brooke stripped off her skirt and peeled her top off. Brooke fumbled through her drawers, nude, looking for comfortable clothes to put on.
"We aren't dressing for dinner, are we Mom?" Brooke asked calmly
Cheryl had noticed her daughter's lack of under things and gazed intently at her nubile body.
"Mom?" she asked again. "Did you hear me?"
Cheryl was shaken from her thoughts and stared at her daughter.
"Sorry, honey, no we aren't dressing up for dinner, but you do have to put something on," she laughed, trying to mask her thoughts.
"Very funny Mom," she retorted, "It's bad enough that Leon is always trying to mount you, I don't want him to have a new target,"
Her brazen answer shocked Cheryl, but not more then the instant image that leapt into her minds eye. An image of her husband mounting her daughter from behind, making her young, ample body shake with desire.
Cheryl shook her head to remove the image and tried to change the subject.
"You look like you've gotten a lot of exercise since Christmas," Cheryl remarked
"Oh yeah, cross country, I ran at least 5 miles a day," Brooke explained, "I liked it, but it was uncomfortable, too much chest to run all day. I had to wear two sports bras and my coach taught us to shave well."
Cheryl's eyes traveled in the direction of her daughter's gesture and was shocked to see that she had shaved herself. Her shock quickly went to desire as Brooke openly displayed herself.
"W-W-Why did you need to do that," Cheryl gulped.
"It's just more comfortable, cute huh?" Brooke countered.
Cheryl was disturbed at her arousal at this never before seen image. She could feel her panties start to dampen as she continued to ogle her daughter's form. "What is wrong with me?" she thought with alarm.
Brooke flopped onto her bed, next to her mother, her breasts bouncing invitingly as she did.
"If you're that interested I could help you do yours, Mom," she offered. Casually.
A new image popped into Cheryl's oversexed mind as she considered Brooke's offer. Maybe I should show her how I shaved mine, she thought.
The display in Brooke's bedroom wasn't lost on another member of the family. Tom was sitting in his room again, watching them through his mirror.
"Brooke thinks she is so cool," he thought, angrily, "I would love to take her down a few pegs." He had to admit seeing her naked stirred his cock again. He'd seen her plenty of times before and was about tired of not getting the relief he needed.
Brooke let her mother mull over her offer as she donned a cotton skirt and a halter. She didn't bother with underwear this time either. In fact she liked the feel of the top brushing against her sensitive nipples, and it was fun teasing Leon. Well she had to admit teasing Leon was almost as good as teasing Tom, she mused, naughtily.
"Hey Mom?" Brooke asked sweetly. "Can we chat later? I want to call some friends and let them know I'm home."
Cheryl smiled and rose, gently kissing her daughter again and left her alone.
Downstairs Leon was on the phone, when Cheryl entered the room. Replacing the receiver he informed Cheryl that his friends were coming over to play cards. Cheryl groaned inwardly. Leon's friends came from all walks of life and none of them were any good. They were a melting pot of degenerates, and Leon loved to be the master of the house around them.
"Is Andy coming?" Cheryl inquired, as casually as she could.
"Andy? Hell yeah, we wouldn't have a game without Andy," Leon replied, emphatically.
Cheryl liked Andy least of all. She didn't mind that Leon expected her to dress for them, or parade around, serving drinks and being 'eye candy' as they called it. Andy, however, always expected more. He would often corner her in the kitchen, making lewd comments and openly fondling her. Once Leon walked in while Andy held Cheryl tightly and had a hand up her top. Leon saw Andy pawing her breast and just laughed.
"Sorry man," Andy explained, "I just wanted to feel what I've been staring at all night."
"Really," came Leon's laughing reply, "go any farther and I'll have to charge you."
"Hurry along dinner," he said, "they'll be here in two hours and you still have to change."
Cheryl nodded, submissively, and went into the kitchen to finish dinner.
Twenty minutes later it was on the table and she called everyone in.
"Are you kids going to be home tonight," Cheryl asked, hoping they would not be.
"Susan wants me to come over and maybe watch a movie," Brooke replied.
"Tom, we are playing cards, here, tonight," Leon chimed in, "Do you want to stay and play with the fellas?"
Cheryl waited breathlessly for Tom's response, knowing that Leon took great glee in exposing her to him.
"It could be fun," Tom replied, eyeing his Mother, "I'm kind of broke, though."
"Don't worry," Leon insisted, "We play penny ante, anyway."
After dinner, Brooke helped her mother clear the table and do the dishes, before making a quick exit. Cheryl dreaded the upcoming evening, but hoped if Leon stayed happy with her he might finally bring something useful to the house.
"Hey Cheryl!" Leon called out.
Cheryl walked into the dining room where Tom and he were setting up the table.
"You're not changed, yet?" Leon questioned, "You know Andy likes to see you showing off your tits by the time he gets here"
Cheryl felt her face flush with embarrassment. She didn't really mind when Leon treated her like that in front of his friends, but why did he do it in front of Tom.
Brooke got to Susan's house and they immediately fell into girl talk. Susan was not as good a student as Brooke, but was very popular at her school. She was a pretty, thin 5'8", red head. She was also a cheerleader and self proclaimed party girl. She drew internal pleasure from ribbing her friend about all work and no play. Brooke, admittedly, had heard more then she wanted to hear about that.
"Hey Sue," Brooke began, "Do you think I go to a convent or something?"
"Brooke don't start," Susan countered, "I know you are a straight A student. You're a book worm, a geek. Don't be mad, you know I love you anyway. Besides you're probably still a virgin."
Brooke laughed before she could stop herself.
"No Sue," she admitted, "I'm not virgin."
You're lying," Sue giggled, "prove it."
Brooke thought about this and began to regale her friend in the stories of sorority parties and all the boys she'd sampled. She even, proudly, re-told the story of sleeping with her sorority president's boy friend. She confided that Erika, the president, found out and was furious. That didn't really matter to Brooke, she continued, she liked to shock and surprise people. Brooke omitted the professor carefully, not wanting to tell all in their first chat.
"Brooke, you are my best friend," Sue concluded, "but I think you're full of shit."
Brooke was starting to get angry. She stood up and stepped in front of her girl friend. She quickly pulled up the hem of her skirt exposing her shaved pussy, lewdly spreading her legs.
"Does this look like a virgin pussy?" She yelled at Sue.
Sue stared in disbelief.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, "you shaved it all of, you are a slut!"
The last comment threw both girls into a fit of good natured, laughter. They spent the next few hours, comparing notes on the men they had, giggling through it all.
Tom was excited about the game; almost as excited as he was by the idea of seeing Leon put his mom in precarious situations. He had peeked in their room as she was getting ready and felt his cock stir. She was wearing a short lace dress. In the right light it was see through. He could smell her perfume all the way in the hall. He hurried downstairs to see if Leon wanted any more help. He wasn't about to make Leon mad tonight and ruin his chances of getting a front row seat for the festivities.
The beer was in the fridge and Cheryl was finishing the snack trays for the game, when the door bell rang. Leon went to answer it and the previously quiet home erupted in the loud and raucous din of men. Not just men, but men who had obviously stopped off for a few drinks before making their way to her house.
"Cheryl!" Leon called out suddenly, "hurry your ass in here, we have company."
Cheryl straightened her dress and checked her appearance. She knew Leon would be mad if she wasn't 'just so' for his guests. Satisfied, she entered the living room.
Andy was there with Jose, two of Leon's friends from the local bar. They immediately started the cat calls and whistles, much to Cheryl's secret pleasure. She liked her looks to be appreciated, but usually on her terms.
"WOW!" Jose exclaimed, "Cheryl you look tasty!"
"There will be plenty of time for the bull shit, Jose," Leon interjected, "Tom get your ass down here, we're starting the game."
Tom bounded down the stairs in time to see Jose fondling his mother. The wosdom of his agreement to stay for the game was confirmed by that sight.
Cheryl waited until the men were all seated and started serving drinks. The game went on as usual. The men enjoyed each others company and of course took their liberal share of the proffered drinks. Tom to his credit was fitting in well with the older men. After a couple of hours of play the men took a break. Leon took out a bottle of Tequila from the freezer and poured five large shots. He stopped Cheryl on the way through the room, handing her a glass of her own.
"Here you go baby," Leon slurred, "the hostess has to drink with the party."
Cheryl knew better then to disagree with him when he was like that. Steeling herself she clinked glasses with the other four and drank down the cold clear liquid. She instantaneously felt the burn in her throat and stomach. Cheryl was not a big drinker and Tequila always went straight to her head. She laughed to herself that she was in good company. Both Leon and Jose were visibly drunk, however Andy and her son Tom seemed far less so. Looking down at her glass she saw it was refilled and was being clinked again. Without thinking she instinctively downed her second shot in two minutes, relishing the cold taste and warm burn.
The men returned to the game and Leon appeared to be losing. Both Andy and Tom had most of the pennies piled in front of them. Another shot was offered, which Cheryl drank down, and some playful banter was passed around towards Jose and Leon running out of money to bet.
"Cheryl?" Andy scolded, "Aren't you going to drink your shot? Its bad game etiquette to refuse a drink that was poured for you."
Cheryl looked at her glass in amazement. She was sure she had drunk the last shot, but here in her hand was a full glass. She had more Tequila then normal and chalked it up to being buzzed. Cheryl flashed an apologetic smile at Andy and swallowed half the drink. Her head was spinning from the strong alcohol and sat down abruptly in a chair at the table, while they started dealing the next hand. Andy smiled at her condition; he had been secretly dumping his beer and most of the Tequila in the potted plant next to him for over an hour. He was pleased to say he was sober as a judge and most of the room wasn't. His hopes of getting his way, finally, were coming to fruition.
"Cheryl," Andy continued to scold, "I asked you nicely to finish your drink and you still haven't. If you don't swallow that shot now I will have to punish you."
Cheryl eyed her glass dubiously, it was still full. She didn't know what was happening, but seeing the lecherous look from Andy and the irritated look from Leon, she made her decision quickly. Cheryl dramatically grabbed the glass and tilting her head back downed it completely. The men cheered at the show she was putting on, especially when she threw the glass into the fire place; breaking it into a million pieces.
The men soon resumed their game, as Cheryl watched. She was pleased that Leon was running out of money. It meant the game would soon end and they would go home. Cheryl realized she was pretty drunk and opted to stay seated so as not to stumble around the room. As Andy played, he reached under the table and started rubbing her firm thighs. Cheryl tried a few times to subtly push him away, but he was very insistent. It finally came to Leon's last hand. Andy raised the stakes and Leon had no more money to bet.
"It's your call Leon," Andy explained patiently.
Leon was very upset; he had a great hand, three aces. He wasn't about to fold, but with out money what could he do.
"I can't cover the bet," Leon slurred, dejectedly.
"Okay, tell you what I'll do," Andy replied, "I'll bet my whole pot and you match it with something worth whiled."
"Like what?" Leon asked, as Andy pushed his large mound of pennies into the middle of the table.
"Well, If you win you get all the money," He offered, placing Cheryl's hand on his crotch, "If you lose, I get Cheryl, tonight."
Cheryl was surprised that Leon seemed to be considering it. She felt anger building inside her, both anger and underneath it, arousal. Her hand stayed, voluntarily in Andy's lap as she watched her husband look at his cards and then the pot. Anxiety grew in her stomach as the time passed slowly. She slowly started to stroke Andy's bulge awaiting her fate.
Leon had three aces, he was confident he could beat any hand. Smiling, confidently, he looked back at Andy.
"You're on," He finally replied.
"Not so fast," Andy objected, "I want to check the merchandise first, and if I'm happy then we have a bet. I want you sure that you understand that Cheryl will be mine, for what ever I want, Agreed?"
"No problem." Leon beamed, "I'm okay with that."
Andy pushed his chair back and pulled Cheryl to her feet. He turned her slowly to gaze upon her form. His hands started to fondle her breasts and pull at her nipples through her thin lace dress, causing them to stiffen. He bent her slightly and rubbed his hands over her plump bottom. He even slipped a hand under her dress to caress her naked slit. He was pleased to find she was with out panties and her pussy was already nice and moist. Jose and Tom watched the display with great interest. They were both secretly envious of Andy's luck. After close inspection Andy returned to his seat and replacing her hand to his lap, picked up his cards.
"She'll do," Was his terse reply, "Call."
"I have three aces," Leon smiled triumphantly, "Beat that."
"Oh shit," Andy exclaimed," I only have a ten, jack, queen, king. Oh yeah, and I have an ace, all clubs."
Leon was in shock; Andy had the last ace, unbelievable. Andy was so pleased his cock jumped in his pants. He looked around the table and realized he and Tom were the only two players alive. He had a devilish idea on how to make the end of the game more interesting.
"Ok junior," Andy teased, "It's just you and me. What do you say to a last hand of draw?"
"Winner takes all?" Tom questioned.
"Sure," Andy replied, happily, "I'd ante your mom's panties, but the slut isn't wearing any, so you'll have to trust me on that. Go ahead you deal."
Tom shuffled the cards, shakily, as he watched Andy slip his hand under the table and obviously between his mother's legs.
"I'm not good at playing one handed," Andy teased, "so you'll have an advantage."
Cheryl was too drunk or too slow to see what was happening. It came to her with a shock; her son was playing to win her. She looked sheepishly towards Tom and saw an expression she had never seen on his face. The only way to describe it was lust. She sat there stunned as Andy had pushed her skirt higher. He forced her legs apart and finding her slit was busily rubbing her moist pussy. Cheryl felt the heat rising between her legs as she watched them play. Pennies were flying to the center of the table as they furiously competed to have her for the night. She was starting to feel her need rising when Andy pulled his hand back.
"Fingering you mom and playing cards is getting a bit too much," He explained.
Tom smiled widely at Andy's crude comment. His reaction did not go unnoticed by anyone at the table. Andy glanced at Leon, who was trying valiantly to stay conscious.
"Maybe Junior wants this game spiced up a little," Andy taunted, " What do you say, Tom, you want to see a little more of what you're playing for?"
Tom nodded dully at the question; he too was having a hard time concentrating. His cock was starting to strain against his jeans.
"I think we are all interested in what you are hiding, Cheryl," Andy said.
In a flash Andy reached beneath Cheryl's hair and undid the clasp holding the flimsy halter top of her dress. Before Cheryl could react, her full sagging breasts bounced free for all to see.
"I always wanted to know what your mom's tits looked like," Andy laughed.
Tom momentarily dropped his cards as her breast became the focus of everyone's attention. He seethed with desire, watching Andy bobble and fondle his mothers swinging jugs.
Leon could barely keep his eyes open, he was only slightly aware of the predicament his wife was in. Jose on the other hand was thoroughly enjoying the show.
"Mmm, yes Cheryl these are very nice," Andy continued, "I'm not sue I will win this hand so I don't want to miss an opportunity. Oh yes, and speaking of missed opportunities."
Andy laid his cards down and freed his aching cock from his pants. He saw the dazed look on Cheryl's face and took her hand once again placing it in his lap. Cheryl gazed in the direction of the movement and saw her hand resting on Andy's stout prick. She was deeply aroused from Andy's attention and the copious amount of Tequila in her. Her need was starting to get the best of her and she tentatively stroked the exposed member. Andy began to moan, deeply, as her nimble fingers traced over his cock. She was inwardly, gratified by his enthusiastic response.
By now it was time for the final call of the game. Tom came up with two pair, not even close enough to beat Andy's full house. Andy was very pleased, but Tom rose from the table to leave the room.
"Where are you going, Tom?" Andy inquired.
"I was going to give you guys some privacy," Was Tom's meek reply.
"No need for that," Andy chortled, pushing back his chair.
Once free from the confines of the table Andy put his hand to back of Cheryl's head and pushed her towards his crotch.
"We're going to watch Mama suck some cock," Andy giggled.
Cheryl burned with humiliation; she had already sucked off Leon in front of his friends, but never with Tom in the room. She was pulled closer and closer to the fat purple head of Andy's cock, already oozing pre-cum in anticipation.
"Remember Cheryl, I won you for the night," Andy lectured, "and Leon said you would do everything I told you to. Besides he's in no shape to stop me now and from the looks of it Tommy wants to watch too."
Cheryl took a second to glance at Leon. He was asleep in the chair and Tom seemed all too eager to witness this. She resigned herself to her fate and begrudgingly opened her painted lips to accept Andy's rod.
Andy's smooth cock slid between Cheryl's lips easily. He had a manly taste and smell that thrilled Cheryl far more than she was willing to admit. Andy's urgings were both degrading and fulfilling. She was starting to enjoy feeling him throb inside her warm mouth, alighting fires of dark desire. She stopped caring that she was on display and concentrated on Andy's immediate pleasure.
Tom watched with rapt attention as he saw his mother repeatedly swallow Andy's cock. His envy soon faded and was replaced by a longing for similar treatment. His gaze was torn between the sight of her mouth impaled on that fat cock and her ample breasts swaying with her every movement.
Andy was in heaven, Leon was right; this black bitch could really take cock. He enjoyed putting on his dirty little show for Jose. He pulled Cheryl's long and stiff nipples and smirked at his hungered attention. He pushed Cheryl's head further onto his cock, causing her to gag momentarily. He loved to hear that and judging by the moan that escaped her stuffed lips, she liked it too.
Andy made eye contact with Jose and motioned him to pull on the short zipper of Cheryl's dress. He moved without hesitation, pulling steadily on the zipper until it was completely open. Jose took the lead and pulled the flimsy garment over Cheryl's pronounced hips and bottom, letting it puddle around her knees.
At Andy's non-verbal urging Jose started to feel her ample butt, tentatively at first the vigorously, after he was sure she wouldn't stop him. Cheryl was lost in her own erotic world, enthusiastically performing one of her favorite pastimes. Her reverie was broken by the touch of another man on her body, looking up she locked eyes with her son. Tom was not more then five feet away and staring openly at her. What Cheryl felt, seeing him stare lustily at her was not the shame she expected, but intense arousal. She went after Andy's cock with a renewed gusto, never losing eyesight of Tom.
Jose saw her looking in Tom's direction and slipped two fingers in her very wet pussy. He was amazed how far they were getting, he too secretly wanted a chance like this and was ready to do what ever Andy would allow to be apart of the action.
"I think Mommy is trying to make her son proud, Andy." Jose remarked, degradingly.
Andy followed her gaze and smiled. What a good time this will make, he thought. He smiled at Tom, reassuring the young man that it was ok, and enticing him to do whatever he wanted. Tom took the obvious cue and unzipped his fly. He looked back at his mother as he pulled his stiff manhood from the tight confines of his jeans. Tom watched his mothers eyes widen as he slipped his pants to his ankles, allowing his dark cock to come into her view. Just to ease his own pressure, he slowly stroked it.
Andy was starting to enjoy Cheryl's treatment too much, he was not about to let her get away with just giving him a blow job. He took hold of her hair and smiled at her wickedly. He pulled up on her hair and stood suddenly, causing his chair the fall backwards and out of his way. Cheryl stood with him, not knowing what was coming next.
"I want to feel your sweet black pussy around my cock," He announced, bending her over roughly and pushing her face towards Tom's lap, "But why should we waste your talented, cock hungry mouth."
Cheryl was stumbling forward, but was able to stop herself by putting her hands on Tom's naked thighs. She was about to get up when she felt Andy push his full length inside her. That had the effect of toppling her face first on top of her son's hard cock.
"Well. Tom," Andy barked, "What are you waiting for, make her suck it!"
Tom's lust got the better of him. Taking her hair in his hands, just as he saw Andy do, he pulled her face up and lined his cock up to her full lips. Cheryl looked up at her son and slowly parted her lips, allowing him to ease his cock into her waiting mouth. When Andy was satisfied that she had it all the way in, he began to pound her from behind. This had the added pleasure of forcing Tom's swollen cock deeper into Cheryl's waiting throat.
Tom was in a lustful heaven. His bravery in the situation multiplied each time he heard his mother gag on his cock. He left one hand on her head and used his other to grope Cheryl's swaying breasts. The pleasure soon became more then Tom could take, though he held back from climax as long as he could. Andy noticed the all too familiar look on his face and realizing he was about to cum, he pushed himself deeply into Cheryl, forcing her to again impale her throat with Tom's cock.
"Make her swallow it Tom," Andy urged, "I'm sure that slut wants her little boy's spunk in her belly."
That was more then Tom could take. With a rush of adrenaline he tensed and spewed ropes of his cum down Cheryl's waiting throat. Cheryl felt him spend and it unbelievably started an orgasm of her own, as she swallowed furiously to contain it all.
Once spent Tom slumped back in his chair as his shrinking cock slipped from between Cheryl's well used lips.
Not wanting to miss out, Jose rushed over and urgently switched seats with Tom.
"I want you to suck me, now, bitch," was all the warm up Cheryl received.
Andy slowed his pace long enough to allow Jose to push his stiff cock in Cheryl's well used mouth and started sawing into her again. Andy loved the way Cheryl's ass jiggled with each thrust and Jose was feeling the same appreciation for her breasts bouncing between his thighs.
Tom watched the scene from his vantage point on the sofa, glancing intermittently at Leon, still dead to the world. He wondered to himself if he would ever get a chance at her pussy.
Andy was getting close; he could feel his swollen balls tighten, and wanted to really enjoy his last few strokes in her. As he stared at her robust hind end he raised his hand and brought it down with a resounding smack. Cheryl jumped at the impact, but before she could move it was followed by more. One after another Andy struck her tender flesh, feeling his own orgasm build to the breaking point. Jose was no better, spurred on by the sight of her big black ass being pounded by Andy, he grabbed the sides of her head and began fucking her face with abandon.
Cheryl was in turmoil, this new assault was both humiliating and exhilarating at the same time. She had never felt so sexually free. Guilt, remorse and pain all fell away to primal pleasure. She felt Jose stiffen and graciously accepted his seed into her willing throat. She drained Jose and then concentrated on Andy, forcing herself back onto his cock. She began her own orgasm at that point, which triggered Andy's as well. Andy howled with his release, his seed overflowing Cheryl's well used pussy.
The three stayed coupled, as each of them slowly regained some semblance of composure. Cheryl was not so gingerly led to the couch, and she fell backwards onto it with splayed legs, panting like an animal.
Tom was sitting on the couch, enjoying the show he had just witnessed. His young cock was starting to rise again as the limp, naked body of his mother fell heavily beside him. Andy smiled as he saw Tom's obviously erected state.
"I think Cheryl deserves one more go," Andy announced, "Don't you guys?"
Jose looked first at his shriveled cock and then at Tom. He smiled widely, nodding his head in agreement. Jose and Andy took their places next to Cheryl. They both spread her legs wider and motioned to Tom.
Tom saw the chance to fulfill a huge and dirty fantasy he craved for some time. He quickly slipped to the floor between his mom's outstretched limbs. He lined up his fully erect cock with Cheryl's well used slit and shoved hard. Tom felt his needy cock slip deep inside her, aided by the copious amount of semen Andy was kind enough to leave behind.
Cheryl opened her drunken eyes when she felt a new assault on her tender vagina. She started to focus on her new lover, when she became sober almost immediately. As her vision focused she realized it was her son inside her.
"No Tom," She pleaded, "No son this is so wrong!"
"Fuck her, yeah fuck that slut," Leon encouraged from his drunken stupor, not really knowing what was going on.
Andy and Jose laughed out loud at Leon's comment. Tom was only energized further. She is a slut, he thought, and now she's my slut.
Cheryl was pleading to stop this, it was bad enough that she let herself give Tom head, but actually fucking him was a different thing.
She looked up at Tom, still pleading with her eyes to stop him. Tom on the other hand, had no intention of stopping. He loved the velvety slick feeling of his mother's pussy. He enjoyed how her heavy tits jiggled and bounced seductively as he fucked her hard. Reaching up with both hands, he took hold of her breasts and squeezed the roughly, using them as reigns as he continued his onslaught of her pussy.
"Cheryl," Andy commented, "I think Tommy likes mommy's pussy."
Cheryl was humiliated by the comments as much as by the realization that Andy was right. Tom seemed to very much enjoy himself and he wasn't the least bit ashamed that it was his mother he was fucking. She was soon repulsed to feel the familiar tensions in her vagina. She was very aware that her body didn't care who was doing her either. The orgasm that was building, slowly, was promising to be her strongest of the evening. She tried to fight it, to gain back a little control, but her body was betraying her.
Tom grinned to himself; he could feel her muscles tighten around his cock.
"Oh yeah mom," Tom exclaimed, "fuck me!"
Cheryl couldn't hold back anymore, deep in her hidden soul, the men's taunts had humiliated her and brought her to sexual heights she had never known.
"Oh God Tom," She breathed, "deeper, fuck Mommy deeper."
Her reaction surprised Tom, so much so that his climax came too suddenly. He pulled harder on her aching tits, forcing himself deeper into her now accepting pussy. Cheryl felt his impending orgasm and let go of hers as well.
Tom felt release and a strong sensation of pride, when he saw the orgasm wash over Cheryl. He was pleased that she enjoyed him as much as he had enjoyed her. He pulled his tired prick from inside Cheryl's full, abused pussy and gazed, fascinated, as his cum dribbled from it.
"Well I guess we are all used up," Andy announced, patting Cheryl's still heaving breast, "Time to head home to the wife."
He and Jose took a last opportunity to grope Cheryl's tits and tucked themselves back in their pants. They both slapped Leon on the shoulder, waking him briefly.
"Thanks for letting the three of us fuck your wife," Andy chided him, cruelly.
"Thanks for helping me out, guys," was Leon's drunk and mumbled response.
It was 2 am and Brooke was letting herself back into the house. The living room was a mess and she could hear Leon snoring, loudly. She was instantly aware that the room smelled like sex and she wrongly assumed that Leon took her mother after the game. Poor drunk Leon, she thought, couldn't even make it upstairs. Brooke left him where he was, it would serve him right, and bounded up to her room. Well, she thought, striping off her clothing and slipping into bed. I guess nothing ever changes at home.