Me, My Girlfriend, and Her Mom: Part 3

Part 3:



The following days blended together into a nonstop sex romp. If I wasn’t having sex with Ashley, I was sodomizing Jill. We always fucked in Ashley’s bed, Jill getting off on her daughter’s scent with Ashley’s panties stuffed into her mouth as a gag. Whenever she could, Jill would listen in on Ashley and me screwing, standing on the other side of the door and touching herself. The door would be slightly open, a crack just wide enough for her to see me empty myself into her daughter. Whenever I would spend the night, I would wait for Ashley to fall asleep, then go into Jill’s room and let her suck me off. She would finger her pussy while she rolled my cock in her mouth, savoring the taste of her daughter on me.

I had a sexy girl and her milf addicted to my cock, but the question was how could I get them together? Jill wouldn’t hesitate to go in on a threesome, but Ashley was another story. Somehow I had to get her to be ok with having sex in front of and with her mom. If nothing worked, I could always just rape her and have Jill join in. Jill might be into that idea. But hopefully it wouldn’t come to that and I could bend Ashley willingly.

I found myself pondering the situation as Ashley and I were having an afternoon romp. Jill was home, and as mentioned before, she was on the other side of Ashley’s bedroom door, her fingers buried up to the knuckle in her velvet sleeve. I had Ashley on all fours, ramming her from behind, her screams of bliss bouncing off the walls.

‘Let’s see, how can I do this? Now would probably be the best time to try and manipulate her, at least lay the foundations. Now Jill is just like her, so if I’m lucky, she’ll have the same affinity for incestuous desires. I just have to plant them and help them grow.’

“Yes! Harder! Deeper! Fuck my pussy!” Ashley screamed.

“I love how much you moan when we fuck, how loud you get. I bet your mom can hear us.”

“What?”

“She can probably hear us right now, begging for my cock, hear her little girl turning into a ravenous cum slut.”

Just like with Jill, I could feel her tightening up on me, telling me I had struck a nerve. My words were arousing her and her body was reacting. Out in the hall, Jill bit her lip and the strokes of her fingers increased in speed. She knew I was saying this not just to Ashley, but to her as well.

“She knows you’re getting fucked like a dirty whore, getting mounted like an animal. Does it turn you on?”

“Shut up!”

I grabbed her arms and pulled them back, gripping her wrists like handlebars as I fucked her. With each slam, her tits bounced beautifully.

“She might as well be watching us right now. Imagine her sitting in the corner, her eyes on you, watching you getting fucked. You’re so shameless, getting turned on my your mom watching you have sex.”

“Zach, cut it out!”

“You’re getting wetter, I can feel it.” I lied back, pulling her on top of me, her body heaving as she bounced on my cock like a mechanical bull. “Can you feel her watching you? She’s probably as horny as you are. She would be sitting in the corner, touching herself to the sound of your moans.”

Ashley stopped moaning, panting instead with her eyes on the corner where Jill would be. Against her will, she was beginning to imagine her mom sitting there, massaging her full breasts with one hand while her other strayed south.

“She can see your tits jiggling, your erect clitoris, your pussy wrapping around my cock. Put on a show for her, let your mom see your slutty side. She can watch you get fucked and you can watch her finger herself.”

Outside, Jill was on her knees with her hand between her legs, fighting the urge to come into the room and lick the sweat from her daughter’s stomach. She was so close.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum!” Ashley cried out, bouncing like a super ball.

“Tell Jill you’re cumming. Let her hear you cum.”

“Zach, stop!”

“Fine.” I stopped my thrusts, just like with Jill. “Say it and I’ll let you cum!”

“Ok, I’ll say it!”

I resumed moving, immediately pushing her over the boundary.

“Mom, I’m cumming! Zach is making me cum! His cock feels so good, mom!” she moaned as she squirted like a water pistol.

‘Me too, baby! I’m cumming too!’ Jill thought, soaking the carpet beneath her with the waterfall between her legs.

Ashley collapsed and fell on her side. I hadn’t had an orgasm of my own so I just wanted to fire off a quick round. Leaning over her head, I started masturbating, using the wetness from her pussy as lubricant. I soon ejaculated, painting her face with my seed.

‘Just a little longer and my dream will come true.’



More days passed, Jill continuing to watch from the sidelines as I fucked her daughter, until it was her turn to get pounded. Whenever Ashley and I had sex, I would try to manipulate her like before. I would tell her that her mom could hear her, tell her to imagine Jill was watching, have her visualize her mom masturbating to the sight of Ashley getting mounted. Funny that that’s exactly what her mom was doing, even if Ashley didn’t know it. I even convinced her to have sex in her mom’s bed. The more I worked her, the easier it became to make her cum. I would tell her to put on a show for Jill and she would spray like a fountain.

Every day, my goal of a threesome got closer and closer.



It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and Jill was lying on her back on the kitchen table as I ravaged her soft pussy. The lips of her cunt gave off the sound of gum being chewed as I would pull my cock out and force it back in.

“Oh fuck yeah! Fuck my wet pussy! Fuck my sloppy wet pussy with your big cock!” she whined.

“Zach?! MOM?!” we heard the shrill voice scream.

We looked at the front door and saw Ashley, wearing her waitress outfit. She was supposed to have the morning shift, but apparently she came home early. She was staring at us with her mouth hanging open and tears rolling down her cheeks. She ran to her room and slammed the door shut with a deafening crash.

“Ashley, wait!” I said as I grabbed my pants and pulled them on.
“Baby, hold on!” Jill said as she put on a bathrobe.

We rushed to her locked bedroom door. Inside, we could hear Ashley screaming in rage and destroying everything in her path.

“Ashley, come on. Can we please talk?” I asked as I knocked on the door.

“Talk about what?! You were fucking my mom!”

“Baby, it’s not what you think.” Jill said.

“My boyfriend was cheating on me with my fucking whore of a mother! I know what I saw!”

We waited outside the door for almost an hour as Ashley released her rage on everything in her room.

“Ashley, if you won’t come out, will you at least let us in? We just want to talk,” I eventually asked.

After several minutes, we heard the door unlock and we stood up. Jill and I opened the door and stepped inside. The ground was covered in wreckage, the walls had been stripped bare of pictures and posters, and Ashley was sitting on the bed with her face in her hands.