This is a work of fiction (unfortunately) which involves M+M+F sex. If you are not old enough to read this then perhaps you shouldn't, although who's going to know, so go on enjoy yourself!
The Christmas Present
I gently squeezed the rigid shaft, feeling its heartbeat as I drew my hand along its length towards the purple glans. A spot of pre-cum erupted from the reddened slit. Bending my head I slowly licked the smooth skin and scooped the glistening pearl into my mouth.
Long fingers cupped my balls, applying just the right amount of pressure to the spot on my perineum as I ejaculated again and again; the white cream landing in a sticky puddle on the flat stomach of the boy who lay underneath me.
Sunday had begun just like any weekend three days before Christmas: in a rush, my first and last chance to get presents for friends and family.
Grabbing a quick coffee I headed out of the door, flew down the stairs and out of the apartment block just in time to grab the bus as it was leaving the stop.
A nightmarish whirl of shops, crowds, pushing, shoving and credit cards later I slumped in the sofa of the local coffee house to recover over a large latte. A pile of bags at my feet contained the chocolates for dad, the nice perfume for mum, a dozen other toys and sweets and the dark blue silk boy shorts for my better half.
The bell attached to the door tinkled as a well dressed woman, and what appeared to be her son came through the door. She looked about 35 and stood a good 5'11 tall in her black, high heeled, button fronted boots; a short jacket which definitely curved in all the right places, and a short black skirt. She clearly looked after herself, as her legs even, through the dark tights, looked firm and muscled.
The boy with her looked about 16, fresh faced, blonde hair and beginning to develop shoulders and a chest which promised much.
I turned back to the trashy Sunday magazine I was flicking through and glanced back just as a husky low voice said" is it ok if we sit here" Looking up I saw the pair who had entered a few minutes earlier. "Help yourself"
Close up they were a stunning pair, even though from this distance she was clearly a very well maintained forty plus, she was gorgeous, her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail ended just below her shoulders, her clothes were definitely from the better shops in the town, and as she slid into the low seat opposite her expensive perfume wafted across the room and gave me that instant hit only available from the most expensive brands.
The young man, I immediately realised he was that not a boy, was equally good looking and his clothes were also clearly from the same class of shops as the woman's. As she sank into the sofa I glanced over just in time to catch a flash of perfectly toned and bronzed inner thigh, as her short skirt rode up, exposing her stocking tops and the merest suggestion of red panties.
She calmly smoothed her skirt back into place and then as I looked again she smiled at me. She knew I had just looked up her skirt, and to be honest that smile said `I don't mind one bit if you've just seen my legs!'
Flustered, not me, it's an everyday occurrence having gorgeous woman flashing at me so I coped with it remarkably well. It was nothing to do with it at all that my next move was to knock my coffee mug over!
The brown liquid flowed across the table and began to drip onto her boots. Quickly grabbing the tacky newspaper I began to mop up before it made to much mess. Fortunately one of the coffee shop staff passed by just at that moment with a cloth in her hand which she was able to use to remove the remaining coffee.
"I'm really sorry" I said as I slipped back into my seat," I hope I didn't make too much mess on your boots.
"It's nothing don't worry about it at all." she replied. Leaning forward she held out her hand "hello, I'm Helena and this is Simon"
"Hi, I'm Richard, but most people call me Rich'" "Well nice to meet you Rich"
We chatted for a few minutes about the Christmas rush and how no one ever gets ready early these days. Fresh coffees arrived and we chatted some more. Simon introduced himself and said he was back from Uni' for the holidays. It turned out he was actually 18 and had just done his first term, studying to be a doctor.
Helena told me that he was her step-son as her first husband had died some years ago. She had married Simon's dad and he came as part of the package.
Occasionally as we spoke I noticed that Helen's hand would brush against Simon's leg, or his hand would rest momentarily on her arm. Innocent actions it seemed until something went ping in my brain and I realised that there was more to this mother/step son relationship than I had first thought.
Then it happened, both Helena and I stood up at exactly the same time and as one said "I have to pee"
We chuckled but inside I knew that something more was taking place. Surprisingly for a public place the toilets in this particular coffee shop were well maintained, clean and didn't smell of the great unwashed. It was however unisex.
I gallantly allowed Helena to slide past me, as she did her perfume hit me again, and as she slipped past her hand gently rubbed against my cock.
Instantly I began to harden. I followed her perfectly shaped arse towards the toilet. As we reached it she looked round to make sure I was behind her, checking that no one else was watching she grabbed my arm and pulled me in to the cubicle behind her.
The lock clicked shut as she pushed me against the wall and without a word began to unzip me. Her hand slipped through the gap of my fly and I felt warm hands slide and grasp me between smooth fingers. With one movement I was exposed. The elastic of my pants lifting my ball sac as she pulled me into full view.
My cock is about 7" when hard and I'm uncut. I'm also completely shaved, and as luck would have it I had freshened myself up just the night before, so there were no stray hairs or prickly stubble, just my warm hardness in her hand.
She smiled, bent forward and gently kissed the head of my cock."I like you, you clearly like me" She gave a dirty little laugh as she said this and thumbed my foreskin back causing me to groan in ecstasy.
" I live about 2 minutes walk away, I'm going to pee then I'm going home with Simon for an afternoon of fun, I would like you to come with us." With that she released my cock from her warm grasp, lifted her skirt and slipped down her red thong (I had been right about the colour earlier). Her pee splashed against the bowl as she smiled up at me "I hope you are not the shy type" she said as she flicked a piece of toilet roll off the roll, offered it to me and said "dry me". I reached between her legs and gently dabbed at her dripping pussy.
The flat was actually less than two minutes away. It was huge, open plan, and immaculately furnished from the 50inch Band & Olfuson plasma TV, to the huge couches, to the Bose sound system which switched itself on as we walked through the door, soft tones of Sade drifted across the room.
Helena shrugged out of her jacket. My initial assessment had been correct; she did curve in all the right places. This was immediately obvious as underneath the jacket all she was wearing was a red bra. Her zipper swished downwards and her skirt joined her jacket on the floor. A shake of her head and her blonde hair was free of the restraining tie.
I began to feel overdressed as I saw that Simon was also now just in a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs. His chest was firm, his stomach muscled. He clearly worked out hard and often. The bulge in his pants suggested he was also a very well developed young man.
As I undid my belt Helena moved across the room like a supermodel, her skin was a light brown, clearly many hours had gone into making getting just the right tone, her thighs were strong with defined muscle, the cheeks of her bum firm and high, her breasts, at least a 36D looked like those of a fifteen year old not someone approaching her forty fourth birthday.
She slipped an arm around Simon's waist and drew him against her, her lips sought his and they began an extremely passionate kiss.
After only a few moments Helena broke off the kiss, and turning to me she smiled "your turn now" Simon stepped towards me, his cock clearly visible through the tightly stretched material of his pants. His arm encircled my waist, mirroring Helena's movements of a few moments earlier, his tongue sought out my mouth and I kissed a male for the first time in my life.
He was gentle with me. I could feel my hardness against his, his warmth against mine. I began to explore him. Slowly I dropped my hand down his back, onto his firm bum, feeling the well defined muscle.
He continued to kiss me sucking my tongue, his face surprisingly soft against my cheek. Our saliva mixing into one I relaxed into him losing myself, forgetting this was a man, beginning to see him as just a sexual fantasy to be enjoyed.
I brushed the front of his pants, his solid shaft inside. I slipped my hand past the elastic and held him. He was firm and solid and hot and smooth. I could feel the veins pulsing. I freed him from the restraining cloth. He was huge. At least 9 inches and thick, like small tree trunk. His circumcised glans purple and swollen.
I felt my pants slide down my thighs and Helena reached round me to pull back my foreskin. She turned us towards her as she sank to her knees, two cocks poised in front of her mouth. She lapped at the underside of Simon's mammoth beast, then copied her movements on my cock. Her tongue flicked back and forwards between us.
I reached down and grasping Simon's immense pole I guided it deep into his step-mothers red-lipped mouth. She swallowed him down gently, easing more and more of his massive rod into her throat, until my hand was tight against her lips. I could feel her tongue moving across Simons head. His eyes were closed tight enjoying the silky warmth.
Simon slid out and Helena greedily began to swallow my cock. Inch after inch she swallowed me down until her lips rested against the smooth skin of my belly, her hand cradling my balls like a sack of precious jewels.
I felt Simon move behind me then I felt his rod parting my cheeks. He made no attempt to enter me, realising I was not yet ready, but gently began to slide back and forward fucking my arse whilst his mother gave me the best blowjob I had ever had. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer, my cum was building deep inside me, beginning its pulsing journey. I stiffened, as I felt Helena release me, my cock now free for her to grasp she stroked me gently at first, then harder and harder until with a massive groan I exploded my cum over her face and breasts.
As I exploded I felt Simon begin his orgasm. He tensed his muscles, gripping my hips, bucking against my arse he came in a storm of cum, coating my balls, his cum mixing with mine across Helen's face. Simon and I sprawled across the enormous bed, his head on my belly, his hand absentmindedly stroking my flaccid cock, whilst we watched his stepmother as she seemed to float around the room, a vision in red silk.
She stopped by the bed, just a few inches from our faces, the cold bottle and three glasses held delicately in on hand. With her free hand she reached between her breasts and flicked open the closure of her bra, a shimmer of her shoulders and her breasts were free. Breasts which any woman would have killed for, full and round, not an inch of droop they sat high on her chest. No white tan lines interrupted the golden tone of her skin, areolae dark brown, her erect nipples at least t ¾ inch long.
She dropped the bottle and glasses as she hooked the strings of her red thong with her thumbs and slowly worked then off her hips and down her boot clad legs.
She had the smallest Brazilian, just a tiny tuft of which declared her a fully experienced woman who had no need for the pre-pubescent look favoured by younger women. Her mons swept down to her swollen lips, pouting and plump, coated with sheen of her moisture.
She swung her leg onto the bed straddling my chest; her stepson turned his face away from my belly, staring at the most perfect pussy he was ever likely to see.
"You guys have had your fun, now it's my turn" she lowered herself down as I squirmed lower on the bed position my mouth exactly for her to lower herself directly onto me. I received her with my tongue stretching out for the first taste of her. I ran the tip along her puffy lips, drinking her down. I gently parted her to delve deeper in to her warm folds, she sank down, leaning forward I realised that Simons tongue was also reaching out to her, gently rimming her anus, then sliding forward to collide with my tongue as it burrowed deeper. I withdrew and nibbled my way to her clitoris. A small cock waiting to be sucked, pink and swollen she tensed as I flicked across it, then used the flat of my tongue to stroke her again and again.
A gasp escaped her lips as I realised Simon has opened her anus and slipped a finger inside. I brought my hand round and plunged my middle finger deep into her tight pussy. Through the thin membrane I could feel Simon thrusting gently.
My cock was now painfully hard again I felt its hardness being enclosed by Simon's warm mouth. We twisted on the bed, my cock now free, Helena on all fours bent over Simon's huge cock. I rose onto my knees and sank my cock as deep into her pussy as my 7 inches would allow, my smooth belly tight against her perfectly tight buttocks.
I thrust hard, my second cum building, desperate to erupt deep inside her, she arched her back, arms rigid on the bed nearly gagging on the monster in her mouth as she came from deep within her pussy, gripping my cock, squeezing me with her pussy muscles as she climaxed.
Gasping for breath she twisted again, sliding off me, reaching back, long fingers cupping my balls, applying just the right amount of pressure to the spot on my perineum as I ejaculated again and again, Simon's cock head deep in my mouth, his salty taste filling me. He pulsed and filled my mouth with his cum, it dribbled out of my mouth to mix with my white cream as it landed in a sticky puddle on his flat stomach.
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