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It was a beautiful sunny day. George propped his head up and looked at the slow rise and fall of his wife's breasts as she slept. With each new breath her hard nipples poked into the thin fabric of her shirt. Was she dreaming? He reached for his cock and stroked it, slowly, fearful of waking Natasha.
Her breathing increased and her lips moved, ever so slightly. He strained to hear what she said, but the thunderous crash of waves from the ocean below made them all but impossible to hear. Their home sat high on a cliff in Santa Cruz, overlooking the Ocean. Morning fog, typical of late summer in California, had the entire coastline socked in.
Natasha's unruly auburn curls fanned out over her pillow. Her thick bangs were squared off just above her ample eyebrows. Her eyelids fluttered, but remained closed. The corners of he mouth turned up, just a little.
He fought the urge to reach for her breast and kept his hand on his stiffening cock, squeezing gently as he stroked it.
Natasha's full lips parted and she licked her lower lip.
What was she dreaming about? Who was she dreaming about?
Her lips parted again, but this time she bit down on her lower lip. She took a deep breath and held it. Was she going to cum?
He pulled his hand off his cock and used his thumb to give her nipple a tender flick.
Her body tensed as she stretched her legs and pointed her toes up into the sheet. She opened her sleepy eyes and turned towards her husband. "Mmmm, do that again."
This time he rolled her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
She reached for him, under the sheet, and tightened her fingers around his rock hard cock. "How long have you been watching?"
"Long enough to wonder who you were dreaming about."
She rolled towards him and gave his cock two quick tugs. "Pervert!"
He smiled. "Are you ready for me?"
She tossed her leg up over him and guided his cock into her very wet pussy. She moaned as his hard cock slipped into her, like a hot knife through butter. She giggled. "What do you think?"
He grinned and kissed her deeply.
She frowned and wrinkled her nose. "Morning mouth... disgusting... just like your thoughts."
He laughed and pinched her hard nipples. He nudged her with his hips, trying to get her mind back on business.
She grinned. "No messing around?"
He shook his head and pulled her up onto all fours.
Her long hair brushed his cheeks as she moved her head from side to side, riding him slowly, savoring his hard cock sliding in and out of her.
George took a deep breath. "Oh yeah bGeorge, just like that. Nice and slow."
After a few gentle strokes she grew impatient and picked up the pace, jerking herself up and down his shaft.
"Ohh," he moaned, breathlessly.
She felt an orgasm building deep in her loins and pounded him furiously, digging deep to get off.
"Mom, Dad," Joel shouted from the foot of the stairs.
"Fuck!" George whispered.
Natasha glared at him, her breath coming in short bursts. "Get... rid... of... him!"
It was too late. They heard his footsteps as he bounded up the stairs taking them three at a time. She rolled off his cock and snatched the sheet over her just as the door burst open.
"Come on Dad," Joel shouted, "we're supposed to leave by nine."
He was the est of their three children, and the last to leave the nest. In fact, today was the big day, one that they thought might never come. Joel majored in surfing, with a minor in girls, which resulted in him taking five years to get his high school diploma. Unlike his siblings who had colleges competing for them, Joel's indifferent search came up empty. When he made noise that he would stay home to attend the local community college, they jumped into action. One of his many ex-girlfriends studied at a community college in Crescent City, eight hours north, and with sufficient incentives they convinced him that he should follow her up there. Joel realized what they were up to and took advantage of the situation; his price was an apartment, a car and a monthly stipend. It was well worth every penny to George and Natasha.
George glance at the clock; it was 8:45 a.m.
Natasha said, brusquely, "Okay, okay... give your dad a few minutes to get ready." She stared him down, fending off any further conversation. "And close the door behind you."
Joel eyed the two of them and realized they were both breathing a little too hard. He'd had just enough experience with girls to figure out what they had been up to. "All right Mom, I'm going."
Natasha watched him back out of the room, kicked off the sheet and then scooted back up on top her husband. Frustrated to find George's cock had softened, she failed to notice that Joel left the door cracked, just an inch or two. "Fuck George, what the hell?"
George saw the look of disappoint in her eyes and shrugged, as if to say it wasn't his fault.
She wasn't amused. She flipped around and took his glistening limp cock into her mouth. Surprised that he wasn't reciprocating, she edged back until she felt her wet pussy against his chin, and then sucked him even harder.
George pushed open her crack and made a feeble attempt to lick her dripping pink gash, but the mood had been ruined and all he could think about was driving Joel up to Crescent City.
Natasha persevered, even though George was not cooperating. She inched forward just a bit, knowing that her husband couldn't resist a peek at her tight little asshole.
George felt his cock stiffen in his wife's mouth as he stared up at the kinky red curls surrounding the neat pucker of her asshole. He raised his head and gave it a quick flick with his tongue.
Good boy! She glanced back at him. "Do it again."
He did, rimming her tight hole with the tip of his tongue.
Downstairs, Joel brewed two cups of coffee in the Keurig. He was sure that he had interrupted them fucking and wondered if they would try it a second time. The lustful urge to get a peek clouded his judgement.
Natasha flipped around and slipped onto his rock hard cock, and fucked him furiously, reaching deep for her elusive orgasm. She smothered his mouth and savored the musky taste of her own pussy. She whispered into his ear. "Giddy-up."
Joel peered through the crack in the door. The image of his mom riding his dad's cock sent his imagination reeling. Her luscious ass bounced open with each thrust of his dad's big cock, revealing the tiny rosebud of her glistening asshole. He balanced the tray on one hand and reached for his cock.
"Oh yeah bGeorge," Natasha cooed, "I'm so close... gimme a little boost."
Joel watched his dad's middle finger disappear into his mom's tight asshole. He squeezed his stiffening cock and focused at his mom's quivering ass.
The telltale signs of George's grunts spurred her to pound him even harder. No way was he getting off without her.
While trying to unzip his pants, Joel forgot about the tray, which bumped against the edge of the door with a clatter. He panicked and took one step back from the door, somehow managing to keep the coffee from spilling.
Natasha whipped her head around to see what the noise was. The door was cracked, but no one was there.
George, sensing trouble, pushed her off of his cock and snatched the sheet back over them.
"Fuck," Natasha whispered, "not again."
A knock at the door confirmed Natasha's worst fears.
"Coffee?" Joel waited for a reaction.
"T-h-anks," George stammered, trying his best to hide his heavy breathing. His finger was still buried deep in his wife's snug asshole.
"Thought you might need this to get going. Hope I didn't interrupt anything," Joel said, entering the room.
Natasha couldn't bring herself to tell Joel what she really thought about his presence. "Don't worry about it Joel. I shouldn't have... distracted your Dad. I know you two want to get going." She suspected he had been watching, but if so, he did a damn good job of hiding it.
"Do you want me to give you some more time?"
Natasha started to answer, but George cut her off. "No problem Joel, it's time for you and I get this show on the road."
Joel set the coffee on the dresser and backed out of the room. "Thanks Dad, I guess I'm just a little excited."
Natasha glared at her husband. "Really?" She wiggled her ass, reminding him that he still had a finger in her.
"Come on honey," he said, "I'll be back tomorrow night and we'll pick this up then." He withdrew his finger and gave her a playful slap on her ass.
Natasha gave him an evil smirk. "Well... I suppose I could just order a pizza."
George glared at her in disbelief. Years ago, when they were first dating, George got too drunk to satisfy Natasha. In a fit of peak, she got even by ordering a pizza, and then fucking the delivery guy while George lay passed out beside them. "You wouldn't!"
"Then you better take me with you to be sure."
"Honey," George pleaded, "We already took the seats out of the van to hold Joel's stuff, so there's no room for you."
She smiled, "That's okay, I've got a hankering for pepperoni."
George let out a big breath, defeated. "Alright, you can come, but you won't like it."
"Who's driving," Natasha asked, savoring the victory.
Joel always managed to have a girlfriend with wheels, so he never had any incentive to get his drivers license. The prospect of getting his own car sent him scurrying to the DMV to remedy that. However, he put his usual effort into studying and only managed to come away with a learners permit.
"Joel is, since I'll be in the car."
A devilish grin crossed Natasha's face. "Great, I can ride in your lap... and we can finish this on the way."
George shook his head in disbelief. "We'll never get away with that."
She grabbed his limp dick and squeezed it a little too firmly.
"Ouch," he said. "You're really serious?"
"Try to imagine what I could be doing in your lap for the next eight hours."
George laughed at her audacity. "What about Joel?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "He's already figured out what we've been up to this morning. I'll bet he got an eyeful before he brought the coffee in."
"No," George said, without conviction, "he wouldn't do that."
A wide grin spread across her face. "Apparently you don't know your son very well."
*****
"Mom's really coming?" Joel asked. "Why'd she change her mind... and where is she going to sit?"
"Easy on the questions," George said, "Mom is not someone to be trifled with. I tried to talk her out of it-;"
Joel cut him off. "Is it because I interrupted..."
George shrugged his shoulders before Joel could finish that thought. "Who knows."
"Why does she want her surfboard?"
"She wants to make this a weekend getaway... you know, to celebrate you leaving home."
"Thanks," Joel said, sarcastically.
Joel already had his two boards strapped to the roof rack and adding two more boards was not a problem. Finding a place for his mom's hastily packed duffel and two more wetsuits took a little more effort.
Natasha locked the house and approached the car. "Hey guys, ready for a little adventure?"
A gust of wind caught the hem of her sundress and lifted it as she walked around the front of the car. Fortunately, Joel was concentrating on starting the car or he might have seen what George saw: a tiny black thong barely covering the crack her ample ass. She pushed the dress back down and climbed in the passenger door and did her best to get comfortable on her husbands lap.
George brushed his hand against her back, confirming his suspicion that she wasn't wearing a bra. "Ready when you are Joel."
Joel backed the minivan out of the driveway and pointed it north, towards Hwy 17. "You guys sure you're comfortable?"
George reclined the passenger seat and moved it back as far as it would go. Joel's mattress took up the full length of the van and was wedged between the front seats. George had to stretch his neck to see his son over the top of the mattress.
"I wish your dad had a little more meat on his bones," Natasha said, wiggling herself into a comfortable position.
Joel smiled, wondering how long it would take his parents to take up where they left off this morning. He started to speak, but then thought better of it.
George gave her thigh a playful slap. "Have you gained weight?"
"Cute," Natasha said, bouncing herself up and down in his lap.
"Okay, okay," George pleaded, "it was a joke." The truth was, at just 5'4" she was a real featherweight.
George shouted over the noise of the car, "This will work Joel, let's just stop and stretch our legs every few hours and we'll be just fine."
Joel couldn't resist giving them a little nudge. "Okay, and I'm really sorry... you know... about interrupting you guys this morning."
Natasha chuckled, "You and me both, Joel, you and me both." She pulled the seat belt across her torso and snapped it in, pressing herself even tighter into her husband's lap.
Joel blushed.
Although she couldn't see him, she could tell Joel was flustered. "How about a stick of gum?"
"What kind?" Joel asked, "Hope it's Juicy Fruit."
"I'll check," she said, fishing for the pack of gum in her purse. She knew full well what kind of gum she had, but was suspicious about what prompted Joel to ask for it, and why he put the emphasis on the word Juicy.
George stretched out and wrapped his arms around her, wondering how long it would take for Natasha to make her move. He didn't have to wait long. Halfway up the mountain, Natasha unsnapped the seat belt and scooted forward to pull her dress out from under her ass.
George grinned and wasted no time in pulling her back into his lap. He nuzzled his face into her thick auburn curls and inhaled her scent. His cock stiffened ever so slightly. He whispered in her ear, "How do you plan on pulling this off?"
She turned her head and whispered, "Pull your cock out." She scooted forward just enough to give him room to comply with her command.
"I'm talking about Joel," George whispered, as he fumbled with his cock.
Natasha stuck her head up and caught Joel's eye. "Hey, this heavy metal is starting to get to me; can you tune in to a soft rock station?"
"C'mon Mom," Joel replied, "it's AC/DC... you can dig that... right?"
"Not for eight hours. You can listen on your headphones, and give us something a little more relaxing to listen too."
Joel shrugged his shoulders and did as she asked. The soft sounds of The Carpenters "We've Only Just Begun" wafted from the car speakers while Joel bobbed his head to the heavy beat of AC/DC playing through his headphones.
"Thanks hon," Natasha said in a soft voice.
Joel didn't respond.
"I appreciate that," she said, a little louder.
Still no response.
Natasha flipped over on George and kissed him deeply. He responded by thumbing her hard nipples through the thin fabric of her sundress. Natasha pulled away and said, "He can't hear us... I think we're good to go."
"Nice job," George said, nudging her away from him and down to the floor. His hard cock stood at attention, just inches from her face.
Joel saw his mom's head drop out of sight and reached up to adjust the rearview mirror so he could see the passenger side of the car. The mattress cut off much of his view, but he could make out his mom kneeling on the floor, leaning over his dad's legs. "Fuck," he thought, she's getting ready to blow him and I won't be able to watch. He kept one hand on the wheel and reached for his cock with the other.
Natasha devoured her husbands hard cock, and slurped loudly, confident that she couldn't be heard.
Joel pause his music; at least he would be able to hear them.
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
"Honey," George whispered, "you're going too fast."
That's right mom, turn around and fuck him.
Natasha lifted her head and gave his cock a gentle squeeze. "Sorry bGeorge, I guess I got a little carried away.
In the mirror, Joel watched his mom contort her body to get out of her black thong.
Natasha scooted forward and rubbed her husband's hard cock with the wet lips of her pussy.
"Mmmm," George said, reaching under her dress and squeezing her ass.
Joel leaned forward, trying to keep his mom's ass in view. Come on dad, lift her dress and fuck her.
Natasha reached down between her legs and guided her husbands hard cock into her very wet cunt. She nuzzled her face into his neck and whispered, "Do it... just like this morning."
Joel licked his lips as he watched his dad pull her dress up and slip a finger into her tight little asshole.
"Mmmm," Natasha said, barely audible, "just like that... nice and slow... get me off."
George complied, using his finger in her ass to pull her up his shaft, and then using his free hand on her hip to push her back down.
"Oh fuck bGeorge," Natasha whispered, struggling to keep her voice low, "you're gonna get me off." She figured ten more strokes would be enough to get off, and started counting down. "Ten... nine...eight."
George smiled, eager to see if she got the count right.
"Seven... six... five." She sucked in a deep breath and bit down on her lip. Her loins were on fire, ready to erupt.
George grimaced. He was ready to blow. "Hurry," he pleaded.
Joel strained to hear as his mom counted down. His eyes went wide when he saw his dad push a second finger even deeper into her ass.
"Four... three."
"I can't hold out," George said through gritted teeth.
Out of the corner of his eye, Joel caught the flash of a red lights ahead and tapped the brakes, way too hard.
The front end of the car dipped, throwing Natasha off George's cock and bouncing her ass off the dash.
"N-o-o-o-o," Natasha screamed, feeling her orgasm escape into oblivion as she dropped to her knees on the floorboard.
George was past the point of no return and aimed his cock at the startled face of his wife. "I'm gonna..."
Natasha barely got her mouth open enough to catch the thick rope of cum erupting from the head of her husband's throbbing cock. Caught off guard, she gagged when it splattered against the back of her throat.
Joel freaked out, afraid his mom was hurt. "Is mom... choking?
Natasha regained her composure and leaned forward to get her mouth around the head of George's squirting cock, gulping down cum as fast as she could pump it out.
Dumfounded, George looked forward into a sea of red brake lights as traffic ground to a halt. Up ahead, all lanes were closed and cars were being funneled into the narrow right shoulder. He stammered, "I-I t-think she's ok, she must have swallowed... her gum."
Natasha grinned at he husband's ingenuity. She brought her hand to her lips and blew him a cum-bubbly kiss. "I'm fine Joel, just a little shaken up."
"There's cops ahead," Joel said, "maybe it's an accident." He pulled off his headphones.
"Are you okay son?" George asked.
"Yeah," Joel replied, "like Mom, just a little shaken up. Everybody good?"
"Jeez Joel," Natasha chimed in, "you knocked me clean off your dad's... lap... into the dashboard. I've probably got Toyota imprinted on my ass."
Joel chuckled.
Natasha clawed her way back onto George's lap. "I'm glad you find it amusing," Natasha teased, "and why's the rearview mirror all cockeyed?"
"You must have bumped it when I hit the brakes," Joel suggested.
George said, "Why don't I drive for a while... it'll give Joel a chance to settle his nerves.
Natasha turned in his lap and glared at him. By her count, this was the third time she had an orgasm interrupted, and now she was hornier than ever.
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