“Has Miranda taught you anything more about satisfying sex,” Jasmine asked almost coyly.
He grinned and led her over to an armless chair. He sat down and she looked perplexed: “What?”
“Sit across my knees, facing me.”
“Don’t be daft; it will be uncomfortable and I’ll unbalance and fall to the floor.”
Mark didn’t move, holding out his arms.
“All right, but I’ll be mad at you if I fall and get hurt.”
Jasmine straddled his thighs, his erection, pointing parallel to his belly, was squashed between them.
“Ohmigod, it’s almost up me already.”
“That’s the idea, lift and I’ll push it out under you and then you sit down gently.”
“Ohmigod, Ohmigod – it’s filling me, feels so tight. I think I’m going to orgasm.”
Mark urged her to rest for a moment, to get used to the intrusion.
She said she felt more comfortable.
When she was relaxed he pushed his hands under her ass to lift her and lower her; she responded immediately, pushing up from her feet and easing off, catching his rhythm.
Jasmine noticed Mark was struggling a little to suck her breasts flexed her back to tune into the momentum, stabilizing excessive moments of her breasts, and moaned as the sucking immediately became more effective.
“This is physical, but ohmigod do I feel as if I’m been drilled,” she said, licking and biting his ear.
They climaxed closely, the chair coping with the extra weight and activity.
On Wednesday – sports and recreation days – Mark’s last lecture finished at noon. He arrived home to find the house locked yet he’d seen his mother’s car when putting his bicycle away. She’d been expecting him home for lunch. Perhaps she and Miranda were out boozing. Unlocking the door he heard his mother call, “In the bedroom Mark.
Both women were nude, but not touching. A tea wagon was laden with cold foods, wine and fruit juices. His mother’s breasts caught Mark’s attention as he stepped forward to kiss the sisters. Already aware that his mother’s breasts were big – he’d seen them often enough in her one-piece swim-suits – he was surprised just how large they were out of a bra – heavy hanger grade.
Wow!
His mother kissed him full on the lips, unusual for her. “Manda has agreed we put on a show for you. Undress Mark but remember your promise – you are not to touch me.”
“I promise.”
Mark kissed Miranda passionately and she helped him undress. He watched fascinated at his mother’s face as she saw the size of his cock and balls when released; obviously she’d been thinking of a size relating to his childhood.
Scoffing picnic meats, potato salad, tomato and a cucumber, onion and gherkin salad Mark felt like a Roman Emperor as he watched the women on the bed kiss, lick and suck for his benefit. One of the most erotic moments for him was when they did a sixty-nine, his mother on top: the sight of her swaying breasts as she sucked pussy almost made him spray the tea-wagon with cum.
“Come join us Mark,” called Miranda, as she turned on the green vibrator she’d pushed into his mother’s cunt. She gave no instructions but his mother called, “Remember your promise, Mark.”