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Archive name: huge4.txt (MF, voy, inc)
Authors name: Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)
Story title : Huge: Chris and the Cheerleaders

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Huge: Chris and the Cheerleaders (MF, voy, inc)
by Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)

***

Chris' mother decides to test her son's stamina by 
inviting his girlfriend, Cindy, and a few of Cindy's 
fellow cheerleaders over for afternoon snacks. 

**
 
Heather must have looked at her watch a hundred times 
that day. She couldn't keep her mind on her work. She 
hadn't been this distracted since.well, she was too 
distracted to think about it. She looked at her watch for 
the hundred and first time. What was her son, Chris, 
doing right now? Let's see, he would be leaving his last 
class and going to basketball practice. He'd be putting 
on those shorts that showed his long, thickly muscled 
legs. He'd be wearing a tank top that revealed the 
smooth, bulging muscles of his shoulders and arms.

Heather crossed her legs, and then crossed them again. 
The pressure on her pussy was maddening. The mere thought 
of her son in workout clothes turned her on so much that 
she could hardly stand it. Well, she chided herself, if 
you're going to commit incest with the biggest stud 
you've ever known then these thing are going to happen. 

She looked at her watch for the hundred and second time. 
I might as well give up trying to work, she thought. She 
turned off her computer and grabbed her purse. As she 
exited her office, Heather told her assistant, "Mary, I'm 
leaving early. If you need me, I have my cell phone."

Yes Mary, she thought to herself, I'm going to get my son 
home from school as quickly as possible so I can have him 
bang the hell out of my pussy. 

Heather didn't know why she was so horny today. It wasn't 
as if she had been deprived of sex. Just that morning 
Chris had awakened her by tonguing her pussy until it 
creamed and then he'd thoroughly fucked her, twice - once 
in her bed and again in the shower.  

Heather parked her car at the school and went into the 
gym. It was the same gym and same school that she'd 
attended years ago. The gym had the same smell of sweaty 
bodies, and the same sounds of squeaking shoes from the 
boy's basketball team and the raised feminine voices of 
the cheerleaders that she remembered. Although it seemed 
to her that the boys were taller and more muscular. And 
the cheerleaders more mature looking and dressed much 
sexier than when she'd been a student here. 

Heather took a seat in the bleachers and watched her son. 
He looked like a man among boys as he moved around the 
court. He wasn't the tallest boy on the team, but he was 
certainly the fastest and most agile. The practice ended 
when the coach called for the players to hit five free 
throws in a row and then hit the showers. Chris made his 
shots quickly and then jogged over to his mother. "Hi, 
what's up?" he asked.

"I just thought I'd give you a ride home."

"Cindy could have given me a ride," said Chris, referring 
to his girlfriend who was one of the cheerleaders. 

"Yeah, I know what she has that you like to ride," said 
Heather as she leered at her son. 

Chris reached down and squeezed his crotch 
surreptitiously. "There's more than enough to go around, 
you know."

"Yeah, I know that too." Heather could feel her pussy 
growing moist. The thought that Chris could probably take 
care of her, and any number of nubile females, made her 
shiver in anticipation. "Go get your shower, stud. I'll 
meet you at the locker room," she told Chris. 

He trotted off and Heather went back to her car. She 
drove around the school and parked at the outer doors to 
the boy and girl's locker rooms. She stared at the doors 
and wondered if the girl's locker room had changed over 
the years. Well, why not go see? It would be a few 
minutes until Chris was ready to go. 

Heather stuck her head in the institution green door of 
the girl's locker room. There was no one there. She went 
on in and looked around. Except for a coat of paint and a 
computer in the coach's office everything looked pretty 
much the same. She spied an unmarked door along one wall 
and smiled. Would that storage closet hold the same 
secret?

Heather tried the door, but it was locked. Well, it had 
been locked when she was a student too, but that hadn't 
stopped her and her girlfriends. She pulled out her car 
keys and found the small multipurpose knife that she kept 
on the key chain. She selected a blade and in seconds she 
had jimmied the spring-loaded bolt of the lock. She 
slipped into the room and closed the door behind her.

There were the same old shelves full of towels, soap and 
assorted tools for cleaning. Heather shoved aside a 
wooden box of brushes and rags, and there it was. She 
snapped off the light to the little room and felt her way 
back to the shelf. There was a fine crack in the mortar 
between bricks there, and if she stood just right and 
pressed her face to that crack she could see right into 
the boy's shower.

There they were, thought Heather. Just like when she was 
their age. Some of the boys strutted in. Some ran in and 
out, barely getting wet. And here came Chris with his 
broad shoulders, flat and rippled tummy, tight and 
shapely butt, and of course his huge cock that bounced 
off his thighs as he walked.

It took him only a couple of minutes to lather up and 
rinse off. Most of the boys had finished when one more 
guy entered the shower. He came to the corner nearest 
Heather and slowly soaped up. He kept looking over his 
shoulder at Chris, and when Chris and everyone else had 
left, he began to masturbate.

Heather laughed to herself; she just had to show this to 
Chris. She trotted back through the still empty locker 
room and stuck her head out the door. She saw Chris 
leaning against the fender of her car. "Come here," she 
said with a devilish grin. 

Chris walked over, but he stopped short of the door and 
said, "I can't go in there, I'll get expelled."

"Oh come on, there's no one around." She grabbed his 
sleeve and pulled him in the door. She led Chris into the 
storage closet and pushed him into the corner. Then she 
showed him how to peek into the boy's shower. "Here's how 
your mother got her jollies when she was a student here."

Chris peered through the crack and laughed. "Yeah, that's 
Donnie, he's gay. I guess it's tough on him to take 
showers with a bunch of naked guys everyday. I'd say that 
he's about to blow. Three.two.one.one.. uh one.there she 
blows!" Chris stepped back. "You missed it Mom, although 
he sure didn't cum very much."

Heather shook her head and said, "Chris honey, most guys 
don't make it by the gallon like you do." After moving 
the cleaning supplies back into place she said, "I guess 
we better get out of here." She was about to open the 
closet door when she heard feminine voices. Heather 
slowly cracked open the door and peeked into the locker 
room. The cheerleaders had finished their practice.

"Now what do we do?" whispered Chris.

"Well I guess we wait them out," she whispered back. "Why 
don't you come up here? This is every boy's wet dream."

Chris eagerly changed places with his mother. "Oh yeah," 
said Chris in appreciation. "This is great." 

Chris kept up a running account on each girl's figure as 
they stripped out of their workout clothing. Heather 
could tell that her son was getting excited. She reached 
around his waist and found the thick bulge in his pants. 
She deftly undid his belt and soon his pants were around 
his knees. Then she pulled the waistband of his shorts 
away from his torso and reached in to grab a hand full of 
cock-shaft. 

Chris had to bend at the waist and shuffle backward to 
keep his stiffening dick from hitting the cold door. His 
mother ran her hand up his cock until she found the 
sensitive spot just under the head. Then she began to 
jack him off.

Heather loved handling her son's cock. It was so thick 
that she couldn't get her fingers around it. It warmed 
her hand and she could feel his pulse pound as if his 
heart were laboring to keep the big thing filled with hot 
blood. Chris' hips began to sway and pump, and the faster 
he moved then the faster she rubbed. Her hand was 
dripping with precum when she heard Chris grunt softly, 
and then there came several long liquid splat sounds as 
he shot his cum against the door. 

"Mmmm... that was cool, Mom. Thanks," said Chris as he 
gave his mom a quick kiss. He took his mother's breasts 
in his strong hands and whispered, "Want me to do you?"

"We better think about getting out of here," she answered 
as she reluctantly removed Chris' searching hands. "Why 
don't you get one of those rags and clean up your mess? 
We don't need someone finding your pool of cum in the 
girl's locker room." While Chris did his chore, Heather 
stood lookout at the door. Most of the girls had dressed 
and left, but there were four remaining when Chris 
rejoined his mother. She knew that one of the girls was 
Cindy, Chris' girlfriend, but she didn't know the others.

"Who are those girls with Cindy?"

Chris put his eye to the crack between the door and its 
frame. "Let's see," he said. "The tall blonde standing 
next to Cindy is Amy, and the other blonde is Barbara. 
The girl with the dark hair is Gina."

Heather took up her place at the door once again and 
listened closely as the girls talked. Amy said to Cindy, 
"Too bad Chris' mother showed up, you won't get to drive 
him home." 

Before Cindy could answer, Barbara broke in, "Yeah, 
what's up with that? How come you're dating a sophomore? 
Is it true love?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Well, according to her it's true sex. She claims that 
he's hung like this," Amy said as she stuck her arm out, 
clenched her fist and grabbed her forearm half way 
between wrist and elbow. 

"Actually, he's more like this," said Cindy. She took 
Amy's hand and moved it below her elbow. 

"Ooooo..." chorused the girls cynically, and then they 
all laughed. 

"Yeah, yeah," said Cindy. "As if you all could handle 
it."

"Are you willing to share?" asked Gina, sounding at least 
semi-serious.

"Lord knows, he's got more than I need," said Cindy.

As the other girls began to kid Cindy about her lack of 
feminine powers, a thought came to Heather. Just how many 
girls could he handle? She whispered to Chris, "Stay 
quiet, I'll tell you when the coast is clear." She waited 
until none of the girls was looking her way, and then 
Heather slipped out of the closet. She stepped behind a 
set of lockers out of view of the girls. She coughed 
loudly, and strolled around the corner into the view of 
the girls as if she had just walked in. 

"Oh hi," she called out. "I thought I'd look around the 
old school while I was waiting for Chris."

"Hi Ms Malone," said Cindy. She introduced Heather to the 
other girls. 

They talked for a minute and then Heather suggested, "I 
heard one of you girls say something about getting 
something to eat when I came in. Why don't you come by my 
house? We can have snacks and chat. I don't get to meet 
many of Chris' friends."

"Well, I don't know." began Cindy.

"Oh we'd love to see more of Chris," interjected Gina. 
The girls snickered.

In the end, Barbara had to beg off, she was expected at 
home. But the other girls were glad to take Heather's 
money and go for snacks. They agreed to meet at her 
house.

After the girls left, Heather retrieved Chris from the 
closet and soon they were in her car on the way home. 
Chris said, "What's the deal, Mom? I thought you got out 
of work early so we could have the afternoon together."

Heather didn't want to admit that the thought of Chris 
thoroughly banging one hot babe after another was making 
her pussy cream and throb. She didn't quite understand it 
herself. She gave Chris a wicked little grin and said, 
"Hey, I've got Cindy coming over and two other pretty 
little things who think you're a stud, I thought you 
would be pleased." 

"Ahhh..." said Chris.

"Amy and Gina pass inspection, don't they?"

"Nothing wrong with those two, Mom."

Nothing at all, thought Heather. Cindy was a five foot 
tall little doll with long red hair. Amy looked more like 
the cheerleader type. She was tall - a bit on the thin 
side, but very blonde and very pretty. Gina was slightly 
taller than Cindy. She had curly dark hair and a lush, 
full figure.

The girls were waiting when Heather pulled into her 
driveway, and soon they were all sitting around her 
kitchen table eating chips and dip and sodas. In fifteen 
minutes Heather heard more about the school and its 
teachers and its little intrigues from the girls than 
Chris was willing to impart in a year. But she didn't 
forget why she had enticed the girls here in the first 
place. She caught Chris' eye and then looked pointedly at 
Cindy and then slightly nodded her head toward the door.

Chris took the hint. "Hey Cindy, can you come down to my 
room? There're some math problems I'm having trouble 
with."

"Sure," she said and in a few seconds they were safely in 
Chris' bedroom. 

The instant the door closed, Chris grabbed her and 
planted a big, sloppy kiss on her mouth.

Cindy pushed herself away and said, "Hey, there's a house 
full of people out there."

"Don't tell me that doesn't turn you on."

Cindy didn't want to admit that that was exactly what was 
on her mind. The thought of his big cock sawing in and 
out of her pussy had kept her squirming in her seat all 
day. She said, "I just don't want to get caught. Your 
mother might throw me out forever. We wouldn't want 
that."

Chris moved his hands to her breasts and began to fondle 
them. "I got news for you. She knows about us, and I 
think it's a turn on for her. In fact, I think she 
invited you and your cheerleader buddies with something 
like this in mind."

Cindy's eyebrows shot up in surprise. She admired 
Heather. Not only was she beautiful and successful, 
Heather was close to her son without trying to control 
and suffocate him. But was she so close that it got 
weird? Cindy mulled that over for a second and realized 
that she found it exciting as well.

She grinned up at Chris as she grabbed the belt around 
his waist and loosened it. Then she pulled his pants away 
from his flat tummy. She placed her hand under his 
erection that was stretched out to his hip, and slid it 
upwards until the head of his cock was above his 
beltline.

This was a little game that they played, and Chris liked 
it. He spread his legs and then Cindy straddled the hard 
muscle of his left thigh. As she hunched her pussy 
against his leg, Cindy bumped and rubbed her breasts over 
the head of his cock. There were some definite advantages 
to having such a diminutive girlfriend.

"Do you think that we could get away with these moves at 
a school dance?" Chris asked with a grin.

"Oh sure," answered Cindy. "Do the fuck, do the fuck, do 
the dry fuck, baby," she sang to a hip-hop rhythm as she 
swirled her crotch on Chris' leg. She could feel her 
arousal growing by the second. She considered continuing 
to an orgasm, but she wanted more, so she grabbed Chris' 
belt once more, but this time she completely unfastened 
the buckle. 

It took Chris all of thirty seconds to jump out of his 
clothes. He had to wait for Cindy to peel off her 
skintight jeans. Then she spread her legs and rested her 
hands on Chris' bed. He approached Cindy's lovely, heart 
shaped ass. His cock leaked a steady stream of precum and 
Chris used the clear liquid to lubricate his cock-head. 
He slicked up Cindy's pussy lips and then slipped his 
fingers inside. He loved the hot, wet, silky feel of 
Cindy's tight, little pussy. Perhaps it was because he 
knew what his dick was going to feel like in a minute. 

He found Cindy's g-spot and pulsed it with his fingertip. 
Cindy moaned with the sensation, but she really didn't 
need foreplay, "Cock.stick it in me now," she demanded.

Chris was more than ready. He bent his cock down and with 
a well-practiced little move he popped his big cock-head 
into her clinging pussy. He pushed a dozen inches of 
throbbing cock meat into Cindy. He had more, but he knew 
this was as much she wanted. He began to jiggle his hips, 
working his cock like it was a live, vibrating dildo.

Cindy moved her ass in circles, making sure that Chris' 
cock stretched and prodded every square inch of her wet 
pussy. She grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it so 
that she wouldn't be alerting the immediate world that 
she was being thoroughly screwed. In a few seconds her 
muffled screams signaled one orgasm and then another. She 
was in the midst of a third orgasm when then she felt 
Chris' cock swell even larger and then she felt the 
pulses of cum that overfilled her pussy and dripped down 
her legs.

Chris grabbed a tee shirt and cleaned the sexual juices 
off both he and Cindy as best he could, but Cindy didn't 
seem satisfied with his efforts. As she struggled back 
into her jeans, Cindy said, "I'm going to the bathroom, 
don't bother to get dressed, I'll be right back."

Chris jumped on his bed. As he lay back against two large 
pillows he said, "Hurry back, we'll do it again." Chris 
grinned at his girlfriend as he stroked his cock back to 
full hardness.

Cindy gave him a sly smile and said, "Lots more sex this 
afternoon." She stepped down the hall and into the 
bathroom, but instead of returning to Chris' room, she 
quietly slipped back to the kitchen.

"Did you help Chris with his problem?" asked Heather as 
Cindy entered the room.

"Yeah, we brought his first problem to a successful 
climax," said Cindy. She had trouble keeping a straight 
face. "But he has another one that's long and hard, why 
don't you two help him with that one?" she said as she 
caught Gina's eye. 

Gina looked quizzically at Cindy. Using the words climax, 
hard and long in connection with Chris brought only one 
thing to her mind and it wasn't math. "Go ahead," said 
Cindy, "you'll find it interesting."

"I'll stay here; I suck at math," said Amy as she 
crunched another chip. She had been oblivious to all the 
byplay.

Gina stood and practically dragged Amy out of her chair. 
"You can lend moral support," she said as she pulled the 
blonde out of the kitchen.   

When the two girls had left, Cindy turned to Heather, 
"Chris tells me that you're really.uh.informed about our 
relationship."

"You mean do I know that you two screw like ultra-horny 
rabbits? Yeah, Chris told me." Heather watched Cindy's 
face turn a bright red. "You're both healthy and 
certainly attractive young people; I guess it's just 
natural."

"You're being really cool about this. Most parents would 
flip out," said Cindy.

"I find the whole thing exciting," Heather said with a 
sly smile. 

Cindy returned her smile. "If we wait a few minutes, I 
bet we can find something else pretty exciting in Chris' 
room."

Chris glanced over his shoulder when he heard soft 
footsteps in the doorway of his room. To his slight 
surprise it wasn't Cindy returning for another round of 
sex; it was her fellow cheerleaders, Amy and Gina.

Both girls stared wide-eyed at Chris' naked form. The 
only sound in the room was their gasps of surprise and 
the swish of Chris' hand as it moved along the length of 
his cock. "Don't move!" cried out Amy.

"Well don't worry, I hadn't planned on raping anybody," 
said Chris. 

"I mean be still," said Amy. She crossed over to the bed 
and measured the length of Chris' cock with her forearm. 
"Oh shit, I think it's even bigger than Cindy claimed it 
was." She scurried back to stand with Gina who was busy 
pulling off her shorts. Amy eyed her friend and said, 
"What are you doing?" 

With her eyes locked on Chris' throbbing member, Gina 
said, "I'm going to fuck him raw. Why do you think Cindy 
sent us in here?"

"But.but," Amy stuttered as she watched Gina jump on the 
bed and tried to stuff the head of Chris' cock in her 
pussy. She looked around, worried that someone might walk 
in on them. "What am I going to do?" she said petulantly.

"If Chris is half the stud he seems to be, then I bet 
he'll invite you to sit on his face."

Chris didn't move as Gina straddled his torso. Her 
generous breasts swayed above his face as she struggled 
with his cock. She tried a couple of times to slip it 
into her dripping pussy, but she misjudged the length and 
her lips ended up sliding down the shaft. Finally she 
maneuvered the head into position and pushed. "Oh shit," 
she moaned. "It's like a ball moving through my cunt." 

Amy had been standing beside the bed chewing on a 
fingernail, not knowing what to do when Chris smiled and 
winked at her. Gina was pounding her hips on his cock 
like a mad woman and Amy could feel her own pussy lips 
begin to swell and become moist. She struggled out of her 
shorts and panties and did just what Gina had said, she 
sat on Chris' face. 

Heather and Cindy crept down the unlit, dim hallway to 
Chris' room. The door to his room wouldn't close unless 
someone forced it, so the two women were able to peek in. 
They watched as Amy straddled Chris' face and hesitantly 
lowered her pussy. His tongue flicked out and she gasped 
as it flipped across her clit. Eager now, she ground her 
pussy onto Chris' lips. "His tongue is fantastic," said 
Amy to her friend. 

"What do you mean his tongue?" whimpered Gina. "I can't 
stop cumming on his cock."

Heather dragged her eyes away from the trio on the bed, 
and looked over at Cindy. The girl was unconsciously 
chewing on a knuckle and caressing her breast. When Cindy 
noticed that she was being observed, she whispered, 
"Isn't he fantastic?"

"He certainly is," said Heather with a conspiratorial 
smile. "In fact," continued Heather, "I've begun to 
wonder just how fantastic he can be."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean he's never too tired or not interested in sex. 
He's never the one to stop first."
Heather hesitated; she suddenly realized that she was 
practically admitting her incest.
 
She glanced at Cindy, who just shrugged and said, "I kind 
of figured. I mean, who can blame you?" 

Heather motioned for Cindy to follow her. When they were 
seated back at the kitchen table, Heather said, "Well, 
now that we've got things out in the open. Let's talk how 
many cums he's had today."

Cindy laughed. "OK," she said. "We did it in my car 
before school. I gave him a blowjob. He says that he 
wants to take the edge off his sexual tension before 
school. He claims it helps him study."

"That little devil!" cried Heather. 

"What's the matter?"

"That's exactly what he told me this morning," said 
Heather.

"So you guys did it before he left for school this 
morning?"

"Twice - once in bed and again in the shower," said 
Heather.

Cindy shook her head. "Three times in the morning and 
that barely got him to noon."

"Why noon?" asked Heather. "What happened at noon?"

"Have you met Ms Schmidt? She's one of our teachers." 

"Yeah, I think so," said Heather. "She's an attractive 
brunette - just out of college?"

Cindy nodded, "That's right. It seems that she gets these 
pounding headaches almost every day. She spends her lunch 
periods in her room with the door locked and all the 
shades pulled down so that she can rest."

"And by rest I guess you mean that Chris is banging her 
too," said Heather. 

"Yeah, first Chris does me while she watches and sort of 
warms up. Then Ms Schmidt plugs Chris' big cock into her 
pussy and goes wild. I mean the woman cums like twice a 
minute. Sometimes it's all Chris and I can do to make her 
stop before class starts."

"So Chris came twice at noon today?" said Heather, trying 
to confirm her count.

"Yeah, I think screwing his teacher gives Chris a charge. 
He shot so much cum that you'd think he hadn't had sex in 
a month."

Heather felt a shiver run up her spine. She was so horny 
for her son's huge cock that her pussy felt absolutely 
mushy. "So, I guess that's six times for Chris up until 
right now," said Cindy.

"Actually, that would be seven," said Heather. She told 
Cindy about Chris and her little adventure in the girl's 
locker room.

"I thought you appeared out of practically nowhere," 
laughed Cindy.

At that moment there was a shrill laugh from the other 
end of the house and they could clearly hear Amy say, 
"Holy shit, what a load of cum." Loud shushing noises 
followed. 

"I guess we're up to eight," said Heather.

"Yeah, sounds like," agreed Cindy. 

A few minutes later Amy and Gina appeared in the kitchen. 
They both looked as if they had been through another 
workout, and not just a cheerleading practice. 

"How'd the math session go?" asked Heather innocently. 

"It went great," said Gina. "I never would have thought 
that Chris was so good at.math." Giggling, the girls 
thanked Heather for the snacks and said their goodbyes. 

Cindy and Heather were still in the kitchen when Chris 
entered a minute later. He had put on a pair of baggy 
running shorts and a loose fitting tee shirt. He saw that 
the two women were looking at him with knowing little 
smiles. "What have you guys been up to?" he asked.

"Oh we've been talking about school," said Heather. 

"And orgasms," added Cindy.

"And orgasms at school," concluded Heather.

"I'm not too sure that I want my mother and my girlfriend 
comparing notes."

"Too late," said Cindy. "We've already bonded." She 
reached under Chris' shorts and after manipulating his 
underwear, she pulled his cock into the open. Cindy 
stuffed the oversized cock-head into her mouth and began 
to suck furiously. 

Heather watched as her son's cock lengthened and grew 
back to its usual fantastic proportions. One thing was 
for sure, he wasn't fucked out yet. Heather watched 
Cindy's blowjob for a couple of minutes. Apparently she 
intended to follow through to a climax - Chris'. 

Heather stood and wrapped her arms around her son from 
the rear. She slid her hands under his shirt ran her 
fingers over his smoothly muscled chest and stomach. She 
could feel his ab's flutter when Cindy's tongue hit a 
particularly sensitive spot. "I want you to fuck me," she 
whispered in his ear. "Right here in front of your 
girlfriend, I want you to stuff that huge cock in my 
tight.wet.pussy."  

Her words had their desired effect. "Uhhh... here it 
comes, here it comes," gasped Chris. His eyes closed and 
his head tilted back. A second later he filled Cindy's 
hot mouth with shot after shot of creamy cum.

After the contractions in his cock died away, Chris took 
a couple of deep breaths and opened his eyes. He was 
treated to the sight of his mother's pussy practically 
vibrating as she leaned over the kitchen table. Chris 
didn't hesitate. He pulled his cock, which was still 
dripping with cum, from his girlfriend's mouth and eased 
it into his mother's eager pussy.

No matter how many times it happened, Heather could never 
get over how Chris' cock filled her pussy from top to 
bottom, side to side and end to end. She was so wet and 
slick that he was able to begin shagging his hip right 
away. It felt like the world's biggest vibrator was 
making her clit and g-spot ring like a bell.

She started cumming almost immediately. She turned her 
head and saw Cindy huddled -feet up - in her chair. She 
had reached around her leg and was pounding her pussy 
with the fingers of one hand, while she wildly fingered 
her clit with the other. Cindy had that half surprised, 
half glazed look on her face that meant she was 
experiencing one long extended orgasm as she watched 
Chris hammer his mother's pussy.  

Heather had a half dozen orgasms before she felt Chris' 
cock swell and explode in her cunt. It was his fourth cum 
in an hour - his tenth for the day and he was still 
pumping out so much cum that she could feel the hot, 
liquid pulses in her pussy. 

Everyone cleaned up, and soon they were seated around the 
kitchen table once again. Chris began to eat the chips 
and dip practically with both hands. "Chris honey, don't 
fill up on that junk. I'm going to start supper in a few 
minutes," said Heather. Chris slowed his munching to a 
more leisurely pace. "Cindy, why don't you eat with us?"

"I'd love to," said Cindy. She put her hand in Chris' lap 
and slid her palm along the length of his erection. She 
grinned at Chris. "Why don't we have a little fun while 
your mom cooks dinner? Then after we eat, I can clean up 
while you guys.you know."

Chris eyed his girlfriend and then his mother. "Are you 
two trying to wear me out or something?"

Cindy said, "Guys stay horny all the time. But if a 
couple of girls want a little sex, then suddenly it's a 
conspiracy. Of course if you're too tired." 

"No, no," said Chris. He stood up, dusting the salty 
remnants of the chips from his hands. His cock was 
tenting the front of his shorts once again. "I'm ready; 
it sounds like a plan to me."

As they left the room, Heather and Cindy exchanged winks 
behind Chris' back.

End 

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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