Chapter 4: Mom

“Kids dumped off okay?” asked Brad Mulvaney. He was getting home from work at the same time as his wife was getting home. She was a school counselor and had left her school as soon as possible so she could grab Bethie and Billy and take them over to Bob and Kate’s. She had pulled into the driveway right after he had, so he waited for her to get out of her car, and they went inside together.

“No problems. You’re picking them up on Sunday, remember,” answered Jenny.

He snorted in laughter. Back when they had started the alternating every-other-week minivacations they had made one slight mistake. Whoever had the children for the weekend would drive the kids back home Sunday afternoon. One weekend Jenny had driven Jack and Joey home only to find Kate and Bob naked on the floor of their living room enthusiastically sixty-nining. Jenny dragged the boys back outside while her sister and husband scrambled into their clothing. Fortunately, the boys were too young to understand what was going on. Since then, once the fornicating couple ran out of steam on Sunday, one of them would go over and retrieve their children.

Brad unlocked the front door and let his wife in first, then waited while she entered the code into the alarm system. He dropped his briefcase off by the door and followed her down the hall to their bedroom. Brad took off his suit coat and hung it on the doorknob, then walked up behind his wife.

Jenny said, “I need to take a shower.”

Brad smiled and stepped up behind her. His arms went around her, his right hand slipping under her blouse, his left hand slipping down inside her slacks. “That can wait,” he told her.

She smiled at him in the mirror. “Somebody is horny,” she laughed.

His fingers found their targets, slipping under her bra and into her panties. “I’ve been thinking about this weekend all day long.”

Jenny moaned as a finger began rubbing her clit. She pushed back against him and then turned to face him. “Hurry! Get undressed!” She began undoing her blouse and pulled it and her bra off, then kicked off her shoes and stripped off her pants and panties. She sat down on the bed and peeled off her footie stockings. “Hurry up!” she ordered.

Brad smiled and nodded. His tie and shirt ended up on the floor, and then he sat down on the bed to untie his shoes. He was promptly assaulted by his wife, who began kissing his torso and trying to remove his pants.

“Will you wait a moment?” he laughed.

“I’m horny, too!” she replied. “I need some cock! Now!”

Brad laughed as he got his shoes off, and then helped as Jenny undid his belt and got his pants and boxers off. He managed to get his socks off and then rolled on top of her. She spread her pussylips and guided his cock inside. “Ummm ... that’s nice,” he murmured.

“Fuck me! Fuck me good!” she demanded. Once he was fully buried in her, she wrapped her legs around his and her arms around his neck. “Fuck me!”

The angle of Jenny’s upthrust hips was perfect for the cock thrusting down into her. Brad’s cockshaft rubbed her clit both pushing in and pulling out, and she moaned in pleasure as her husband fucked her. “Yes, yes!” she whimpered.

“Make it tight!” he demanded. “Work that cunt!”

Jenny was too distracted to do more than try to tighten her pussy. She was way too involved to attempt any Kegel exercises. She simply tightened her legs and arms around Brad’s body and tried to hold on as he fucked her hard. She thrashed beneath him until she felt him stiffen, his back arching as his cock spasmed and cum pumped into her.

Brad slowly collapsed on top of Jenny as her legs untangled from his. He was breathing hard as he rolled off her, and his wife rolled with him, her arms wrapped around him, and a leg thrown over his. He could feel the wetness of her pussy and their mixed cums on his thigh. “Wow!” he muttered.

“I really needed that,” replied Jenny.

Brad grunted an agreement.

“How long before we can do it again?” she teased.

“I am going to need some serious encouragement first.”

“Let me see what I can do.” Jenny twisted around and licked her way from her husband’s neck to his groin. His cock laid soft between his legs, and their mixed juices covered his crotch. Jenny extended her tongue and began licking her husband clean. By the time she got to his cock it was already starting to stiffen. Her fingers lifted it and began stroking as she shifted and began tonguing his balls.

“Mmmmm ... that’s nice,” Brad murmured.

“You like that, huh?”

“Just keep doing that for a few more days.”

Jenny giggled. She licked his cockshaft, eliciting a moan, and replied, “No, I don’t think so. I need to fuck some more.” She rose to her knees and straddled his waist, to position his cock at the entrance to her cum-soaked pussy. She sank back down on it and said, “That’s what I want. Now, put your fingers to work and give me a few more cums.”

Brad chuckled as his wife moved above him. His right hand went to her cunt, so his fingers could rub her clit, and his left had moved to her tits, to alternate between her nipples. Jenny shuddered in a new orgasm and arched her back, gasping as she came. That only lasted a few more minutes. Brad took Jenny’s hands and put them at their junction, and then put his hands on her hips, to direct her motions. She began slowly bouncing on the cock inside her, orgasming continually, until Brad groaned and thrust upwards. She could feel the blasts of cum in her pussy. She rode the cum and then leaned forward, laying on his chest as their breathing got back to normal.

“Very nice,” commented Brad.

“Ummmm ... you liked that?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“So, we’re going to do that some more this weekend?”

“I sure hope so!”

“Good!” Jenny hugged her husband and rested her head on his chest. She smiled as his hands idly rubbed her naked back. Jenny dozed contentedly for a few minutes before slipping off to the side.

Brad rolled upright and headed for the bathroom. His wife pulled her pillow under her head and napped. She didn’t wake for another half an hour when he gave her a light smack on the ass. “Your turn.”

“Come back to bed. I need some fucking.”

He laughed. “I need some dinner.”

“Wimp!”

“Bitch!”

Jenny groaned and sat up. “I am not cooking.”

“Pizza?”

“Works for me.” She looked at her husband, to see Brad was dressed in cargo shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. “Give me some time. I want to take a bath.”

Brad knew that was code for lots of different things. Jenny was going to take a bath, but she was also going to shave her under her arms, her legs, and everything in between. It also meant she was probably going to give herself an enema and a douche and prepare for a night of sex. “Ready in an hour?”

“Make it an hour and a half.”

He gave her a quick kiss and headed down the stairs. He returned a few minutes later to find her throwing their clothes in the hamper and straightening up the bedroom. Brad smiled and handed her a glass of Chianti and left.

Jenny Mulvaney took a full hour to prepare for the night. First was a quick shower, to wash off the sex she and her husband had shared, then she douched and gave herself an enema. She wasn’t sure, but she suspected Brad was going to give her an assfuck at some point that night. At that point she called to him and ordered up a second glass of wine. When he brought it back, she was in the tub with her razor in hand. Brad glanced at their vanity and saw the empty enema kit box and smiled. His wife saw his look and smiled at him. He left and ordered a pepperoni pizza and some hot wings.

Right at the hour-and-a-half she had predicted, Jenny walked down the hall to the living room. She waited in the hall when she heard the front door open and Brad talking to somebody. Only when the door closed did she come into the living room. He turned to look at her and said, “Nice outfit! You could have given the pizza guy a real thrill!”

“Think so?” Jenny did a quick pirouette. She had dressed in a transparent pink chemise that barely came below her ass, and a matching transparent pink robe. It was part of a three-piece set, but she never wore the thong panties.

“Know so!”

Jenny showed him the box she was carrying. “I thought we could sort through this later.”

Brad glanced at the box. It was about a foot long and wide and half that tall and he smiled. He nodded and put the pizza box on the coffee table. He already had some plates out, along with the box of Chianti he had tapped. Let’s eat in here.”

“Okay.”

“Now, do me a favor and take off the robe.” Jenny giggled and stripped the robe off. She sat down on the couch and waited for him to serve up a piece of pizza and a few wings. “Spread your legs. I like looking at your pussy.”

Jenny felt a surge of heat through her body. Brad could be so delightfully crude at times. Then again, her mother had told her to be a lady in the living room, but a whore in the bedroom. On those weekends when she was alone with Brad, she was a whore in every room! She spread her legs and angled her body so he could see her cuntslit.

They didn’t finish the pizza, so Brad took it to the kitchen and put the leftovers in the fridge. He returned to the living room to find that his wife had left, but he heard her in the bathroom down the hall. He finished cleaning up and when she returned, he used the bathroom himself. He came back to find she had placed the metal box on the coffee table. She patted the couch next to herself and said, “Sit here.”

“What’s up?”

“We haven’t gone through this and checked it out lately. We should check the batteries and test things.”

Brad nodded. “Give me a minute. Where are the batteries?”

“The bin at the top of the closet.” She pointed to the guest closet by the front door.

Brad went to the closet and retrieved a large plastic bin. He brought it back and set it on the coffee table, and then sat down next to his wife. He reached over and put a hand on her thigh and smiled. It was going to be a good night!

The box Jenny had brought out was one she normally kept in the top drawer of her nightstand. It was the box she kept their sex toys in. They had purchased it a few years ago when a friend of Jenny’s had told her she had found her oldest son going through her dresser drawers and looking at her underwear. “I know that all boys do that, but it was still a shock.”

“Just what did you have to hide, anyway?” asked Jenny.

“The usual stuff, I suppose. He was looking at my panties and bras, but I think I caught him before he found my vibrator,” she answered. “I mean, I know all kids do that sort of thing. I certainly did, but it was still a surprise.”

“So, what did you do? You can’t lock away everything,” said Jenny.

Her friend shrugged. “I told him to knock it off and jerk off in his own room, not in mine. Then I measured my nightstand drawer and found a lock box I could fit inside. That’s what I keep any toys in.”

Jenny had nodded in understanding, and then went in search of her own toy chest.

The box she found, what she called the toy box, was a thin and cheap metal box with a simple lock on it like what could be found on luggage. Any screwdriver could pop it, but that would leave evidence, so she wasn’t worried about her children opening it without being caught. She entered the combination and lifted the lid. Inside were quite a few vibrators and other battery powered devices. Jenny began pulling them out and set them on the table.

“Do they all work?” Brad asked. He was idly rubbing his wife’s thigh.

“Not sure. I know some of them work just fine. I mean, we used the black one just last week. But some of the others ... we’ll need to test them.”

Brad picked up the black vibrator Jenny had mentioned. It was about eight inches long and about one inch wide. He pushed the button on the base, and it began humming. Twisting to face her, he placed the tip between her legs and pushed it against her cunt. “Is it working?” he asked innocently.

Jenny inhaled sharply and her nipples almost ripped through her nightie. “Oh, God ... yes!”

Her husband kept the vibrator in place a few more seconds and then pulled it away, turning it off. “Okay, that one works.”

Jenny sighed as Brad pulled away the vibrator from her clit. She looked through her collection of toys. They ranged from a small Pocket Rocket designed to be used on her clit up to a gigantic foot long jelly model covered with studs. She picked up the Pocket Rocket and twisted the base. Nothing. “That one’s not working.”

“Check the battery,” said Brad.

It took her a minute to twist the base loose. The battery slipped out and she took an AAA battery from her husband. This time it hummed into action nicely. He took it from her and touched it to her nipples. She smiled and said, “If I’m on display, you should be, too. Get undressed.”

Brad laughed and undressed. His cock was stiff, and Jenny reached over and gave him a gentle tug. Then she stripped off her chemise as well. They sat side-by-side and tested the toys. Next up was a six-inch white plastic vibrator of the most basic sort. That didn’t function at all, not even with fresh batteries. She passed it to him, and he looked inside, only to spot some corrosion on the battery junctions. “This one is shot.”

Jenny shrugged and grabbed the next toy, a remote-control vibrating egg. That took a few minutes to test. The egg didn’t work, but was it the egg or the control? She handed it to Brad, and he swapped out the egg’s AAA battery and it started right up. “Didn’t this come as a set?” he asked.

“You’re right, it did!” Jenny looked through the toys and found a slim butt plug. “Here. Change the battery.”

“I’ll change the battery. You put the egg up in your pussy.”

“Oooh! Naughty!” Jenny stretched her legs out and spread her thighs. Reaching between her legs, she stuffed the egg as far up inside her cunt as she could, only leaving the antenna cord hanging from her.

Meanwhile, Brad took apart the butt plug and changed the battery. When he put it back together, he hit the control and it began buzzing. Next to him, Jenny stiffened and sighed. “Yeah, it works!” she said.

Brad laughed. “Excellent!” He turned off the control, but when his wife began to remove the egg he said, “No, leave it in.” Jenny watched as he took the tube of K-Y from the pile on the coffee table and squirted some on the butt plug. “Stand up and turn around.”

Jenny climbed to her feet and turned around. She bent forward and moaned as Brad placed the greasy toy at her asshole and pushed it inside. She gasped as he flicked the control on. “It works! It works!” she told him.

Brad turned it off and said, “Sit down, but leave it in.”

Jenny took her place on the couch and turned to him. “I can’t be the only one here being tormented.” She took his cock in one hand and began to stroke it; with the other hand she took the Pocket Rocket and turned it on. She began masturbating her husband while running the vibrator across his cockhead. Brad groaned and flicked the remote control on again. Jenny lowered her face and took his cock in her mouth and began sucking as the egg and butt plug went to work on her pussy and ass. She moved the tiny vibrator to the sensitive spot between his balls and his asshole and Brad groaned even louder.

“Oh, God!” he cried out. His cock spasmed and his wife could feel the jets of cum racing up his shaft. She began swallowing as her husband unloaded into her mouth. She swallowed everything and then pulled away. Brad turned off the remote and took a deep breath. “That was ... we haven’t done that in a while.”

“Yeah.” Jenny put down the Pocket Rocket and removed the egg and plug. Then they finished the inspection. A hard red plastic seven-incher wouldn’t function and got put in the broken pile. Another seven-incher with a clit stimulator worked very well, bringing Jenny to another orgasm.

The final toy was the monster jelly vibrator. The required a little work. After checking if it still worked, Jenny laid back on the couch and spread her legs wide. Brad lubed up the giant toy and then squirted some more K-Y on his wife’s pussy. Only the fact that she was already incredibly excited and wet allowed him to push the tip inside. She groaned and said, “Go slow.”

It took several minutes for Brad to push the jelly inside her. “Alright?” he asked.

“Uh huh. Now turn it on.”

Brad flicked the switch and Jenny gasped. Her back arching, she began orgasming intensely. She put her hands on her nipples and began twisting them as her ass rose and fell on the couch cushions. “No more, no more!” she begged.

Brad ignored her complaints. “Yes, more! Lots more!” he began pushing and pulling the jelly in and out and twisting it around and from side-to-side. He continued this for several minutes until Jenny had a massive cum and sagged down into the cushions, unable to continue. He turned it off and slowly pulled it out. “I think that was a good one!” he commented.

Jenny took a deep breath and nodded to him. She had a smile on her face but said, “It’s so big, though. It’s almost too big, and too intense. I can’t do that one unless I am really turned on and juicy.”

“I need to fuck you.”

“Right now, my pussy is so stretched out I’d never feel you,” she laughed.

“That’s why God gave women assholes,” he replied, laughing back at her.

“You’re such a pig!” Jenny didn’t complain, though. She got off the couch and went over to the ottoman, pulling it into the middle of the living room. Then she knelt and bent over it, presenting her ass to her husband. She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled.