Chapter 3: All Night Long
Jimmy woke to a weight settling on his hips and a warm hand closing around his cock. The room was dark, the blue walls gone black, and the digital clock on his desk read 2:47. Kate sat astride him, still naked, her hair a mess, her skin carrying the dried evidence of the first round.
"Up, boy baby," she whispered, grinding her wet slit along his trunk. "I wasn't done with either of you."
His cock hardened in her grip fast, blood rushing back after only hours of sleep. She laughed low in her throat when she felt him swell against her palm.
"There you are. I'm yours, sex is waiting for us" She lifted her hips bend over in four, reached down, and guided him in. Her cunt was still swollen, still slick with the cum both men had left in her, and she sank onto him in one long push until her ass hit his thighs. "Fuck, I missed this feeling for twenty years. Not anymore."
Jimmy gripped her hips and thrust up into her. She was loose and hot and drenched, and every stroke made a wet slap echo in the dark room. She received him hard, her tits swinging and her nipples getting harder, her clit grinding against his pelvis on every stroke. Kate gave herself completely, she wanted that stud to fuck her with passion and energy, she wanted to be his female accepting everything he gave her. Her blood boiled with incestuous lust and she wanted to release all that burning sensation that drove her crazy. She buried deep and hard her son's cock in the cunt and felt strong desire growing from inside.
"Come on, mom, use me," he panted, and she moaned at that, slamming down harder.
She came first, sudden and shaking, her cunt squeezing around his cock while she buried a cry in his pillow. Then she rolled off him onto her back, spread her legs wide, and slapped the mattress beside her.
"Paul. Wake up. I need another cock, now."
Paul stirred on the far side of the bed where they'd all collapsed. He blinked at the sight of her, legs open, Jimmy's cum already starting to leak out of her, and he was hard in seconds.
"She's serious," Jimmy said.
"I'm dead serious. Get over here."
Paul moved between her thighs. She grabbed his ass and pulled him into her, and he entered home with one thick stroke, making her arch off the bed. Jimmy watched from beside them, stroking himself, watching his father fuck his mother with slow, deep grind, her ankles locked behind his back.
"Harder," Kate demanded, digging her nails into his shoulders. "You've been gentle with me all night. Both of you. I want to be used tonight. I want to be your toy. Take turns on me until I can't walk."
Paul pulled out and looked at Jimmy. "You heard her."
"Whose turn first?" Jimmy asked, throat tight.
"Yours. On your back."
They traded her like that for what felt like hours. Jimmy on his back with Kate riding him, then Paul pulling her off and bending her over the edge of the bed, driving into her from behind while Jimmy knelt in front of her and fed her his cock. She took both ends greedily, moaning around her son's cock while her husband hammered her pussy, her body rocking between them.
She pulled off Jimmy's cock long enough to speak, drool on her chin. "My ass too. I dreamed about this for weeks. Someone in my ass, someone in my mouth."
Paul groaned at that, spat on his fingers, and worked them into her while she went back to sucking Jimmy. When he pressed his cock to her asshole she pushed back onto him, taking him inch by inch, her cunt still clenching around nothing until Jimmy slid back beneath her and pushed up into her pussy again.
Both holes full, Kate went silent for a moment, just a shudder running through her whole body. Then the noise came out of her, muffled around Jimmy's cock, a long broken animal sound.
"Fuck her, dad," Jimmy panted, feeling his father's cock moving through the thin wall inside her, dragging against his own shaft with every thrust. "Fuck her ass while I fill her cunt."
Kate eated the mouth of her son, deeply penetrating it using the tongue, exploring every point and tasting every drop of saliva. She moaned and fucked that mouth with her tongue, without tiring nor pauses.
They moved in a rhythm, taking her together, Kate's cunt and ass stuffed full while her mouth worked hungrily at whatever mouth was in front of her. She came twice like that, hard, her whole body clamping down on both of them, and Paul emptied himself into her ass with a shout. Jimmy held on, kept fucking her through it, and when Paul pulled out she flipped onto her back, legs spread, cum running out of her.
"All of it goes inside me tonight," she said, reaching for Jimmy. "Both holes. Every drop. Now finish, baby boy, I felt you holding back."
Jimmy mounted her, pushed back into her soaked cunt, and fucked her until his vision whited out, coming deep inside her for the third time that night. She hooked her legs around him and milked him through it, kissing his neck, whispering against his ear.
The clock read 4:15 when she finally let them rest, sprawled between them, glowing with sweat.
"Two more hours before sunrise," she said, running a hand down each of their chests. "And I've still got positions neither of you has even thought of yet."
She didn't wait for them to guess. She rolled over Jimmy, kissed him deep, slow and dirty, her tongue was tireless and ruthless inside her son's mouth, then swung one leg across his chest and crawled up his body until her knees framed his ears. Her pussy, raw and dripping, hung an inch above his mouth.
"Open for you, baby boy," she said. "I've cum three times tonight and my clit's still pulsating. You're going to fix that with your tongue while your father watches."
Jimmy grabbed her hips and pulled her down. She settled her full weight on his face, his nose pressed against her asshole, his lips sealed over her slit. He pushed his tongue in and tasted all of it, his own cum and Paul's, salt and sweat and her, smeared through every fold.
"Oh, fuck," Kate breathed. She ground down harder, riding his mouth the way she'd ridden his cock, dragging her clit over his chin. "That's it. Eat Mommy's sloppy cunt. Taste what we did to you."
Jimmy's cock jolted against his belly at that. He slid his hands up and squeezed her ass, spreading her cheeks as he lapped at her hole, tongue-penetrating her in slow deep pushes while she rolled her hips on his face. He couldn't breathe properly. His tongue entered her vagina with love, and she moaned so much that she almost coudn't breath. He didn't care. He sucked her swollen clit into his mouth and flicked it until her thighs started to shake.
Paul sat up against the headboard, stroking himself, watching his wife smother their son. "She's close," he said. "I know that look."
"I'm close," Kate agreed, gasping. She braced one hand on the wall and bucked against Jimmy's mouth, smearing wet heat across his lips and cheeks. "Don't stop, baby. Suck it. Suck Mommy's clit, I want to flood your face."
Jimmy sucked harder. She came with a strangled cry, thighs clamping his head, hips jerking, a fresh gush of fluid running down his chin. She rode it out, grinding through every wave, and only lifted herself off when he slapped her ass twice, gasping for air.
"Good boy," she panted, sliding back down his body. His face glistened. She licked his chin, slow and deliberate, then kissed Paul over his shoulder so he could taste it too.
"Get hard again," she told Paul, reaching back to grip his cock. "Both of you. I told you, positions neither of you has thought of."
Paul was ready there. Kate pushed Jimmy flat and climbed off, then arranged them herself, hands on their chests, arranging bodies like furniture she'd bought. Jimmy on his back. Paul on his side behind her. She lay between them, lifted her top leg, and reached between her thighs to hold Jimmy's cock while Paul fed his into her ass from behind.
"There," she whispered, sinking down until Paul was buried balls deep in her asshole and she could pull Jimmy into her cunt. "Both of you. Slow. Make me yours, I want to feel every inch."
They fucked her like that, sandwiched between them, following the compass of the bodies, like navigating in an ocean of sex and living lust, her back against Paul's chest, her mouth entering in Jimmy's. She tirelessly kissed her son while her husband's cock slided through her ass and her son's stretched her cunt, the thin wall of flesh between the two cocks rubbing with every stroke. Kate rode to Jimmy fucking him with all her life and fury, and received her husband in her ass in a incredible experience bringed from the most dark dreams.
"Nobody's ever done this to me," she moaned into Jimmy's mouth. "Twenty-two years of marriage and he never once thought to fill me like this."
"I thought about it," Paul said against her neck. "Every night this month."
"Liar. You were scared." She reached back and pulled his hair. "This other one wasn't scared. Nineteen years old and he is fucking his mother like he owned her."
"Should I be jealous?" Paul asked, and there was a grin in it.
"You should be proud. You made him." She squeezed both cocks inside her with a deliberate flex, and both men groaned. "Now fuck me harder. I want to cum with you both inside me again."
They gave it to her. Paul gripped her hip and hammered her ass, the slap of it loud in the dark room, while Jimmy drove up into her cunt, her whole body rocking between them. She clawed at Jimmy's chest, biting his shoulder, cumming in long rolling pulses that clamped down on both of them.
"I can't hold it," Jimmy gasped.
"Inside. Both holes, I told you." She bore down on Paul as he swelled against her. "Give it to me. Fill your mother up."
Paul came first, a groan against her hair, pumping her ass full. Jimmy followed seconds later, thrusting deep and unloading into her cunt, a fourth time, weaker and thinner but still enough to make her shudder. She held them both in with her muscles, rocking gently, savoring the twin pulses fading inside her.
"Jesus Christ," Paul said finally, pulling out. Cum slid down the back of her thigh onto the sheet.
Kate rolled onto her back, spread wide, both holes leaking. She looked wrecked and delighted. "Look at that. Two loads at once. That's what I wanted since the night I saw you in the shower, Jimmy."
Jimmy blinked. "The shower? That was two years ago."
"I know exactly how long it was." She ran a finger through the mess between her legs and brought it to her mouth, sucking it clean. "I've had plans for a long time, boys. And sunrise is still an hour and a half away."
Paul laughed, low and hoarse. "What position can she possibly still want?"
Kate sat up on her elbows and smiled at them both. "Get dressed in nothing and follow me to the kitchen," she said, swinging her legs off the bed. "I want to be bent over the counter while my coffee brews, and I'm not telling you which hole yet. Race me downstairs and find out."
They took the stairs in a tangle of limbs, Kate ahead of them both, laughing as Paul swatted her ass on the landing. The kitchen was cold and gray with pre-dawn light. She hit the coffee maker without turning around, then bent over the counter, forearms flat on the tile, ass pushed out.
"Well?" she said, looking back over her shoulder. "Somebody take the initiative."
Jimmy crossed the kitchen and dropped to his knees behind her. Her pussy was still leaking, creamy strings of dried and fresh cum smeared from her slit down to her thighs. He spread her bottom with both thumbs and pushed his tongue into her asshole.
"Oh, that's my good boy," Kate moaned, arching back onto his face. "Clean me out before you fuck me."
He licked her until her legs trembled, working his tongue in and out of her hole, then stood and replaced it with his cock. She was so wet and stretched that he slid into her ass in one smooth push, her ring swallowing him to the root.
"Paul," she gasped, gripping the counter edge. "Front. Both again. I don't care that it's the same, I want it in my kitchen."
Paul stepped in front of her, lifted one of her legs, and fed his cock into her cunt. For a moment the three of them just stood there, wedged against the counter, Kate stuffed from both sides, the coffee maker gurgling behind them.
"Four hours ago I was asleep in my bed," Paul said, starting a slow rhythm. "Now look at us."
"Shut up and fuck me."
They did. Jimmy gripped her hips and drove into her ass while Paul filled her cunt, and Kate took it, rocking between them, moaning with every stroke. The coffee smell filled the kitchen. Her tits swung under her with each thrust.
"Harder. Wreck me. I've got twenty years of boring marriage to make up for and only one body to do it with."
She came with her forehead pressed against the counter, a long low cry, cunt and asshole clenching around both cocks at once. Paul groaned and emptied into her pussy, and Jimmy followed, pumping a thin fifth load deep into her ass. They held her upright between them until she stopped shaking.
They ended up at the kitchen table, naked, Kate's mug of coffee steaming in front of her. She sat with her legs sprawled, not bothering to close them, cum drying on her inner thighs. Jimmy watched her drink, still half hard. He didn't think he'd ever get soft again around her.
Kate set the mug down and tapped the table with one fingernail. Something was working behind her eyes. Jimmy recognized the look from last night, from the bedroom, from the shower confession.
"You've got another plan," Paul said. "I can see it."
"Maybe."
"Let it out ."
She took another sip, slow, savoring the pause as much as the coffee. "My sister calls me every Sunday. Has for years. And every Sunday for the last three years she's asked the same question. 'Kate, are you getting any yet?'"
"Julia?" Jimmy sat up straighter.
"Julia." Kate smiled. "Forty-four. Divorced. She made more money than both of you combined and she continues lonelier than a dog on a chain. She has my eyes and my mouth and an ass I've been jealous of since high school."
Paul put his mug down carefully. "You're suggesting we invite her. Here."
"I'm not suggesting. I'm telling you what I want for next time." Kate reached across the table and laid a hand on each of their arms. "I watched you two with me all night and I thought, there's one thing missing from this. Another woman. Someone who looks like me but isn't me. Someone I can kiss while you're both inside me. Someone I can teach."
"Teach what?" Jimmy asked.
"How to be used properly. How to beg. Julia's never had a night like this in her whole life, I'd bet my house on it. She's starved and she doesn't even know what for." Kate squeezed Paul's wrist. "And she's whished you since before my divorce was even final, Paul. She thinks I don't know. She asks about you every single call, and she doesn't even bother hiding it anymore."
Paul laughed, low. "I had no idea."
"Because you're a man. She looks at your arms when she thinks nobody's watching. Last Christmas she grabbed your bicep at the table and I saw her face." Kate turned to Jimmy, and her hand slid along his forearm, up over his shoulder. "And you too. She named you 'that beautiful boy of mine' last Sunday and asked if you had a girlfriend. When I said no, she made this sound. I heard it through the phone."
Jimmy's cock twitched under the table. "So what are you saying, exactly?"
"I'm saying next Sunday, when she calls, I'm going to tell her the truth. Or enough of it. That our marriage stopped being boring, that we found something, and that she's invited." Kate leaned back, spread her arms along the chair, completely at ease, tits bare in the gray light. "I won't tell her everything. I'll let her find out the rest when she's naked on this table."
"Here?" Paul looked around the kitchen. "Not the bedroom?"
"The bedroom is ours." Kate said it simply, and it landed like a rule. "She gets the kitchen, the living room, whatever I decide. She must earns the bedroom."
Jimmy pictured it. His aunt with his mother's mouth, bent over this counter, his parents' hands on her, Kate directing everything. His mother watching him fuck her sister and calling instructions. He was fully hard again, and Kate noticed, because her eyes dropped to his lap and she grinned.
"Look at that. The thought of it woke him right up."
"It's a lot to arrange," Paul said. "She'll ask questions. She'll talk."
"Julia doesn't have anyone to talk to except me." Kate stood, crossed to him, and sat on the edge of the table, one foot up on the chair, completely shameless. "And if she does talk, so what. Nobody would believe her. A divorced woman telling people she spent a night with her brother-in-law and her nephew while her sister directed the whole thing like a stage manager."
She pulled Paul's chair closer and kissed him, slow, then turned and did the same to Jimmy, longer, her tongue sliding into his mouth, tasting of coffee and cum.
"This week, you're both on your best behavior," she said, pulling back. "Sunday she calls at six. I want this house spotless and you two decent and gorgeous, and then I want you both hard and waiting when she walks through that door. Because I'm inviting her for dinner, and she's staying for breakfast."
"And if she says no?" Jimmy asked.
Kate smiled, wicked and certain. "She won't. I've had forty-two years to learn exactly how to ask."
Paul reached up and pulled her down onto his lap, and Jimmy sat back in his chair to watch. His father's hands spread over her ass, squeezing the bottom he'd filled twice tonight, and Kate melted into him, mouth opening under his. It was different from the way she kissed Jimmy, slower, older, a history in it. Paul's tongue worked into her mouth and she made a sound low in her throat, a sound Jimmy had never heard her make before tonight.
Kate ground her hips on Paul's lap, smearing the mess between her legs across his skin without a shred of shame. Paul kissed along her jaw, down her throat, and sucked her nipple into his mouth while she held the back of his head. Her eyes half closed. Twenty-two years of marriage, and Jimmy was seeing them touch like teenagers.
"Look at him," Kate breathed, watching Jimmy over Paul's head. "He's hard again just from watching us kiss."
"He's my son," Paul said, and kissed her again, deeper this time, his hand sliding between her thighs from behind, fingers pushing into her soaked cunt. She gasped into his mouth and rode his hand. The wet sound of it filled the kitchen. Jimmy stroked himself slowly, watching his father's fingers disappear into his mother while she clung to Paul's shoulders and moaned.
"Paul, I need you in me again," she panted. "Right here. Face to face. I want to see you when you cum."
Paul lifted her off the chair like she weighed nothing and laid her back on the table, shoving the coffee mug aside. It sloshed and neither of them cared. He hooked her knees over his elbows and drove into her cunt in one stroke, and she cried out, arching, tits bouncing with the force of it.
"Fuck, yes. Like that. Hard, Paul, I don't want gentle anymore."
He gave her nothing gentle. He fucked her with long brutal strokes, the table creaking under her, her nails raking red lines down his forearms. Jimmy stood over them, close enough to see every detail, his father's cock splitting her open, her clit swollen and shining, cum from the last rounds frothing white around the base of Paul's shaft on every thrust. He jerked himself over her face.
Kate turned her head, saw her son's cock hanging above her, and opened her mouth. Jimmy fed it to her. She sucked the head while her husband pounded her, humming around him, and the vibration ran up his spine.
"Jesus," Paul gritted out. "She's going to make me cum again."
"Do it," Kate pulled off Jimmy long enough to say. "Inside me. Again. I don't care how many times, I want it all night."
Paul drove deep and held there, groaning, and Jimmy watched his father's balls tighten and his mother's eyes roll back as another load pumped into her. She squeezed her thighs around him and kissed his chest, his throat, his mouth, tender now, slow, while he softened inside her.
But Jimmy was still hard, aching, and Kate reached for him without even looking, wrapping her fist around his trunk.
"He's left out," she said to Paul. "What do we do about that?"
Paul caught his breath, then grinned, still inside her. "Come around the other side. She'll take care of you."
Jimmy walked around the table. Kate pulled him by the cock until he stood at her head, and Paul leaned down and took over, guiding his son's shaft to her mouth with two fingers under his chin. Kate swallowed him. She took him deep, throat flexing, while Paul stayed buried in her and palmed her tits, pinching her nipples, and Jimmy looked down at the sight of both his parents working him together.
"Better than the bedroom?" Kate asked, pulling off to gasp.
"Better than anything."
"That's my boy." She went back down on him, sloppy and eager, drooling around his cock, and Paul licked his thumb and rubbed it on her clit until she was whimpering around her son's cock. She came a final time with Jimmy in her throat, convulsing on the table, and Jimmy lost it, pulling out and painting her face and chest in thick stripes while Paul stroked her hair and murmured against her lips.
They stayed like that, Kate sprawled across the table with cum on her face and in her cunt, Paul kissing her forehead, Jimmy's legs shaking. The coffee had gone cold. The window over the sink was turning from gray to pale gold.
"Sunrise," Paul said.
"Damn it." Kate laughed, hoarse and ruined and happy. She sat up slowly, cum running down her breasts, and looked at her son and her husband standing on either side of her. "Fine. You two get to rest. But tonight, after dinner, I want Jimmy in the big bed with us. Not the guest room. Not anymore. This family sleeps together from now on."
Jimmy's spent cock twitched at that. His father looked at his mother, then at him, and nodded once.
"It's settled then," Paul said.
Kate licked a stripe of Jimmy's cum off her own breast, slow, watching them both. "Sunday we set the table for Julia. Tonight this kitchen is mine." She swung her legs down and stood between them, one hand on each man's softening cock, her smile wicked through the mess on her face. "Now carry me to the shower. Both of you. And nobody keeps their hands to themselves."