Chapter 7

Arriving home, I found two horny women, anxiously awaiting to hear my story. I fucked Mom to orgasm first, holding off mine as I wanted to reward Stacy for her performance. While pounding her sodden slot, I described in detail how excited Heather had become. When I told them our plans for tomorrow, Stacy’s vice-like pussy contracted, setting off my orgasm. We snuggled up afterward and vowed to remain abstinent until the next afternoon.

Picking up Heather, I was dismayed to see the outlines of her bra pressing against her thin blouse. On the ride to our house, she unbuttoned her top and removed her bra before redressing. Seeing my curious look, she explained, “You didn’t think I was going to be braless, walking past my parents, did you?”

I chuckled, “No, I guess not. Looking at your sexy tits, I’m thinking about altering our plans and taking you elsewhere.”

“You’re not weaseling out of our bet that easily,” she said, grabbing my bulge through my pants.

Once we arrived, Mom extended her hand and Stacy quickly reprimanded her, “Beth, she’s like family. Properly welcome her with a hug.”

Mom rolled her eyes, but obeyed her friend and hugged Heather. I stood behind Heather and Mom winked at me, while she rested her head on Heather’s shoulder. She ground her breasts into my girlfriend before releasing her.

Stacy replaced Mom, smashing her braless tits into Heather, pulling her tighter than before. After kissing her neck, she backed off and spouted, “It’s so nice to see you again. It’s going to be a girls’ day out today, shopping until Ryan can’t carry anymore.”

“That sounds fun. I’ve been thinking about picking up some new outfits,” Heather replied. The outline of her hardened nipples against her blouse matched Stacy’s.

Stacy reached down and ran her hand up Heather’s leg a few inches, pushing the hemline upward. “First thing we’re doing is buying you a skirt that shows off your gorgeous legs,” Stacy remarked, squeezing her hand around Heather’s upper leg.

When Heather blushed, Mom rescued her by grabbing Stacy’s other hand and yanking her to the door. “Come on. Let’s shake a leg,” Mom ordered.

While they browsed through stores, I sat on a mall bench, guarding their purchases. Once they finished shopping, we headed out to the car. When Stacy saw me struggle with the packages, she offered, “Give me a bag or two, Ryan. We don’t want to break you. At least not until we have a replacement.” She chuckled and then Mom fell silent.

When Stacy saw Mom’s distressed face, she wrapped her arm around Mom’s shoulder and held her close. Apologizing, she said, “I’m sorry Beth. That was a bad joke. Don’t worry, we’ll figure something out.”

Heather looked at me curiously, and I knew Mom’s plan was working as intended. Our ride home was quieter than usual, and I was never so happy when we pulled into the driveway.

Stacy enlisted Heather’s help again, while Mom and I waited in the living room. I overheard some of their hushed conversations in the kitchen, and was certain Heather was prodding Stacy for information. After dinner, we reconvened on the couch. Stacy frequently touched Heather’s legs, ‘accidentally’, and after an hour of Stacy’s flirting, I noticed Heather reciprocating — gripping, and caressing Stacy’s legs.

When it was time to leave, Stacy stood and extended her hands to Heather, and pleaded, “We need to try on your new outfit. I’m dying to see what you look like in it.”

Heather didn’t object and allowed Stacy to drag her to the master bedroom. Heather’s shriek, followed by both of them giggling, led me to believe Stacy had escalated her flirting. After another ten minutes, Heather strode out, wearing a pleated, red mini-skirt, her blushing face the same color. Her short, crop-top blouse exposed her midriff while her perky, proud breasts pushed out the top. The material billowed out at the bottom, begging for someone’s hands to venture underneath.

“Wow, you look gorgeous!” I exclaimed.

“Thanks, Ryan,” Heather replied. “I owe it all to Stacy. She has wonderful taste in clothes.” She turned to Stacy and kissed her on the cheek.

Stacy placed a bag of clothes by me and said, “I’m going to get ready for bed. It’s been a long day.”

After she left, Mom, Heather, and I tidied up the living room. Mom yawned and said, “I’m going to bed, too. It was fun spending the day with you, Heather.” She hugged her and before she backed off, Stacy emerged from the bedroom, dressed in a see-through, pink nightie. She was braless, but wore blue panties. When Mom moved to the side, Stacy hugged Heather tight, grinding her near-bare nipples into Heather’s chest. After a minute of hugging, she kissed Heather on the cheek and said, “Thanks for the wonderful day and great night. See you next weekend.”

She grabbed Mom’s hand and led her down the hall to the bedroom, slamming the door behind them. Heather turned to me and pushed me onto the couch. Plopping onto my legs, she passionately kissed me. My hands snuck under the bottom of her top and cupped her bare breasts, my fingertips locking onto her rock-hard nipples. “It looks like someone became excited from Stacy’s tits.”

She groaned, while I twisted and teased her sensitive tips. Snaking one hand under her short skirt, I cupped her soaked panties. “Wow, you’re really wet. Did Stacy’s attention turn you on?”

Kissing me again, she yanked off her top and hastily discarded it to the floor. Unzipping me, she freed my hard prick and scooted closer. Shoving her panties to one side, she guided my cock to her entrance. “I’m so fucking horny. I need relief,” she grunted.

My prick slid effortlessly through her soaked slot. I held her ass cheeks while rapidly jabbing her clinging pussy. She came in less than a dozen strokes, flooding my shaft and balls with her juices. I didn’t let up, fucking through her orgasm, bouncing her on my groin while my prick hammered her spasming pussy.

“Fuck, that’s good!” she exclaimed. “Keep fucking me. I love your big cock.”

After another ten minutes, muffled screams of passion emerged from Mom’s bedroom. Heather humped harder, hearing Mom and Stacy making love. My mouth latched onto one of Heather’s hard nipples while my fingers teased her other. Her groin twisted and gyrated on my prick, her pussy quickly escalating toward a major orgasm.

“I’m going to cum again. Buck your hips and shove it in deep.” she croaked. “Fill me with your sperm. I love you so much.” She plunged her horny cunt up and down my rod while I humped upward.

When her pussy snapped onto my prick, my prick exploded, spraying her insides with thick cream. We kissed while our bodies pulsed and jerked through our orgasms. Our mixed cum flowed down my deflating stem, saturating my pubic hair. She relaxed and hugged me tight, recovering from her release.

“Damn, you’re a hot fuck,” I croaked. “You did live up to your promise, though, hugging Stacy with your braless tits. I’m only too glad to reap the benefits.”

She kissed me and recanted, “I’m canceling that dare, right now. The combination of her intoxicating scent and perfume, added to her soft tits, is overpowering. You’d be hard in a minute and would probably do something inappropriate.”

“Now you see why I never made the attempt. What was the shriek from the bedroom when you changed your clothes?” I asked.

“That was just girl stuff. Stacy got a little carried away, ensuring my nipples were pointy enough for the blouse. Her hands are so gentle though, I didn’t mind. We discussed a matter concerning your mother in the kitchen and bedroom. Did you know she’s been looking for a sperm donor? She wants another child and hasn’t been able to find anyone.”

“They’ve referred to it a couple of times, but I didn’t really want to get involved,” I replied.

Heather spoke in a sincere and concerned tone, relaying Stacy’s message. “Stacy says your mother has been despondent lately and has stepped up her efforts to find a solution. Beth has turned down every suggestion Stacy has made. Stacy asked me for help, in case I know of anyone who might be suitable for her.”

“I’m not going to be of much help, but I trust you completely. Whatever you decide, I’ll support you,” I promised.

“Thanks, Ryan,” she said. “You better drive me home before my parents have a cow.” She quickly removed her new skirt, and put on her original clothes. After kissing her goodnight at her doorstep, she promised, “I’ll return next Saturday. I’d love to spend the day at your house again. I really enjoyed the company of your mother, Stacy, and, of course, you,” she smirked.

Mom and Stacy were elated with the news and felt confident their plan was proceeding as planned. The week flew by and after spending a day walking through the park on Saturday with my three lovely ladies, we returned home. While sitting on the couch after dinner, Stacy turned to Mom and said, “Beth, I explained to Heather how we’ve been trying to find someone to help us. She’s agreed to help, so maybe we’ll find a solution after all.”

Mom sighed and replied, “It seems hopeless. I guess I’m just too picky.”

“And you should be,” Stacy replied. “We’ll find the perfect donor, or we can always adopt.”

Mom changed topics after that and not long after, excused herself to her bedroom. Ten minutes later, Mom called out, “Stacy, come to bed, sweetie. I’m lonely.”

We all stood and Stacy hugged Heather goodnight, ensuring she ground their breasts together. Before leaving, she whispered to us, “Beth and I realize that you two are engaging in sex, and want you to know that we don’t mind if you use Ryan’s bedroom.” Turning around, she pranced down the hall to join Mom.

We passionately kissed while hugging each other. Heather’s eyes, sparkling with lust, were enough to fully harden my prick. I led her into my bedroom, leaving the door open. While she removed her blouse and skirt, I shucked off my clothes.

Pushing her onto my bed, I licked and sucked her thighs, moving higher until I reached her damp panties. “It looks like someone has been leaking again,” I remarked, before removing her undies. “It must be painful, getting groped and caressed by Stacy all night and never obtaining relief.”

Holding her ass, I lifted her and kissed her upper thighs, moving to her mound, circling her puffy, engorged labia. When my tongue ran up the length of one of her lips, she moaned with delight. I focused on her outer pussy, avoiding her clit and interior. She squirmed while I teased her horny hole. Hearing Mom scream, “That’s the spot. Keep fucking me with your tongue.”

Heather’s body tensed, upon hearing Mom’s voice of passion. Stacy and I had left our doors open intentionally for Heather’s benefit. My tongue darted in several times, before continuing to suck on her lips. She groaned and her hands gripped my head. She whispered, “That’s it, honey. You know what I need.”

The sounds of Mom’s grunts and groans grew louder, coaxing Heather to hump her hips against my face. “It sounds like Stacy eats pussy better than I do,” I admitted. “You’ve thought about her licking your horny pussy, haven’t you?” I jabbed my tongue in several times before retreating.

“No, baby,” she denied my accusation. “You’re all I need.” She moaned and gripped the sides of my head with her hands, holding me in place.

I continued to tease her, swishing my tongue around her walls, before lapping up and down her outer lips. Mom screamed louder as she neared her orgasm. Pausing again, I taunted her, “Sounds like Stacy is bringing Mom to an orgasm. I’ll do the same to you, but you have to imagine it’s Stacy and not me.”

She groaned when my tongue went in deep and pulled out just as fast. She begged, “Please, baby. I’m horny and need relief. Don’t tease me.”

“Only if you let me fulfill your fantasy,” I teased her. “Didn’t you say she caressed your tits while modeling clothes? Your panties were soaked after that. Your mind must have been filled with visions of her lapping on your horny pussy.”

Mom wailed with joy and screamed, “Suck my clit! I’m cumming on your mouth!”

“Yes,” Heather croaked. “I’m sorry, but I’ve dreamed of Stacy eating me. Please, help me get off.”

Jabbing three fingers into her slick slot, my mouth sucked on her vulva while my fingers darted in and out. She panted and groaned, experiencing the attention she desired. With Mom screaming in the background, I wrapped my lips around Heather’s exposed pearl and sucked on it. Her pussy clamped onto my fingers and spewed out her juices. I drank her sweet nectar as it poured out of her chasm. Holding her ass high, I moved up between her legs and looked down at her bliss-filled face and heaving breasts.

Before she fully recovered, I sank my cock to the bottom of her sodden slot. She grunted when my balls slapped against her soft ass. “You deserve a nice hard fucking for admitting your desires,” I said, rapidly pounding her. Our excited states wouldn’t allow us to make love — we fucked hard and fast. After a few minutes, Stacy’s screams of ecstasy spurred Heather to hump and twist beneath me. Her tight, churning pussy wrapped around my cock along with hearing Stacy scream with passion was enough to set me off.

Ropes of sperm flooded Heather’s insides, causing her body to release endorphins and climax on my jerking prick. We kissed, while our orgasms consumed our bodies. When finished, she hugged me tightly to her heaving breasts.

“Damn, that was an intense fuck,” I softly spoke.

“For me, too,” Heather grunted. “That was mean of you to tease me, but after the thorough fucking, I forgive you,” she giggled.

She kissed me and locked her eyes with mine, before meekly asking, “Do you hate me for fantasizing about making love with the woman you consider to be your mother?”

“No,” I replied. “It’s actually pretty hot. If you ever get the opportunity, I’d love nothing more for you to experience sex with another woman. You might even be able to help me improve my pussy-eating technique. From the way Mom screamed, I’m pretty sure she’s good at it.”

“Stop it,” Heather giggled. “You’re getting me wet again. You owe me a long, loving fuck before you take me home.”

Only too glad to comply, I made love to her. When I dropped her off at her house, she asked me for Stacy’s phone number so she could text her throughout the week. I smiled, knowing the seeds had been sown to advance Mom’s plan.

Throughout the week, Stacy kept us informed of her discussions with Heather. Whenever Heather provided a donor suggestion, Stacy responded by saying that it wouldn’t meet Mom’s expectations, as Mom was looking for someone who could emulate her son’s qualities.

Friday night, Heather texted, “Hi Ryan. Would you mind spending the weekend with me? My roommate is gone and I thought it’d be nice to have some time to ourselves.”

I immediately agreed and when I arrived at her apartment, she wasted no time in addressing her horny needs. We spent the rest of the day seeing some of the local sights and went out to eat. It wasn’t until the next afternoon, she revealed her plan to me.

After we had made love, she turned to me and said, “Ryan. I wasn’t able to find anyone for your mother, but while discussing my problem with one of my girlfriends, she broke down and told me how her mother was in the same predicament. I really like her and want to help her.”

“You should,” I assured her. “That’s what friends are for. Whatever you can do, you should assist her and if you need me to help, I will.”

“I’m glad you feel that way,” Heather softly replied. Pausing a bit and keeping her gaze on me, she continued, “Would you be willing to fertilize her mother?”

Putting on a faux, concerned look, I asked, “You mean as a donor? Shoot my sperm into a vial and have someone inseminate her?”

“Not exactly,” she responded. “Her mother wants to be impregnated naturally. Your identities would be hidden but she would like you to plant your sperm directly into her pussy.”

“You want me to fuck another woman?” I asked, trying my best to act shocked.

“There wouldn’t be any romantic involvement. I’d be there with you to help with the process. Please?” she asked, pouting her lips. Her eyes sent a different signal — one of lust.

I kissed her and replied, “You know I can’t deny you anything. Make the arrangements and let me know, so I can build up a big load.”

“Thank you so much, sweetie. I don’t think you’ll be in too much pain with a pussy wrapped around your big cock.” She emphasized her point by stroking my stem. “It’s not like you haven’t suggested the same thing, when you made me admit I’d like to have sex with Stacy.”

“Point taken,” I replied, rolled on top of her, and shoved my prick deeply into her horny pussy.

Mom and Stacy were elated with my news when I returned. Mom encouraged Stacy to step up her conversations with Heather, through texting. Stacy’s flirting and sexual innuendos escalated throughout the week, and I knew that Heather would be hornier than ever the next weekend.

Friday night, Heather sent me a text and asked, “Would you mind taking your mother to the mall on Saturday when we get to your house? I need to discuss something personal with Stacy.”

“No problem,” I replied. “She mentioned that she wanted to do some shopping.”

After telling Mom, she smiled, seeing her plan coming to fruition. “Tomorrow will be interesting. No sex tonight for anyone,” she ordered. “Stacy, are you ready to ravage my son’s girlfriend?”

“I’ve been ready since I first laid eyes on her. Don’t worry, I won’t break her, but she will be exhausted when I’m finished with her.” We laughed, but knew there was a hint of truth in her remark.

After picking Heather up Saturday morning, she tore off her bra on the drive over. Two blocks before we arrived, I parked on a residential street, unbuckled our seatbelts, and drew her in for a tranquil kiss. She quivered with excitement and it was no surprise when my hand found her soaked panties. “That’s one of the benefits of being separated for a week,” I said, kissing her again. “You’re always horny and ready for a good fucking.”

She shrieked when I gripped her panties and pulled them off. “You’re right about that,” she gasped. “I need your hard prick.”

“I’d love to, but I don’t think Stacy would like to suck my cum out of your pussy,” I said, gazing at her shocked expression. “Don’t act surprised,” I said, chuckling. “I knew you didn’t have anything personal to discuss with her. Like I told you before, I want you to fulfill your fantasy, and I’d prefer it to be with someone I trust. From the sounds of Mom’s passionate screams every night, I’d say you’re in for quite a treat.”