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 Title: The Brit Ch.  01: Thanksgiving


Summary: His first Thanksgiving with a kinky mother & daughter team.


Keywords: inc,fic





   This had to be the house, right?  I asked myself, staring at the
goldish-orangey brown wreath hanging from the white colonial house.  I
could still run back to my flat; I haven't knocked yet.  I really should
keep it professional.  Then again, it's not like Natalie's going open the
door, nude, and demand my cock.  She's just welcoming or she wants a
promotion.  Also, it would be rude not to turn up; her mum must have been
spending hours preparing the turkey.

   I pressed the doorbell and waited.  Why am I so nervous?

   My name is Callum, I'm from London originally, and I moved to Chicago
six months ago.  I work for McAllen Capital, an investment and advisory
firm.  They were looking staff experienced in European markets, and I
applied, never really thinking that I will get the job.  I became the
Senior European Strategist, moved continents and then met Natalie.

   Natalie Duvall, a tall-ish blonde 24-year-old with bright blue eyes,
worked in my team.  I never really thought of her that much before.  It
wasn't her fault; it's just that the floors of McAllen roam some of the
hottest women I've ever seen.  They run the gamut from busty sex-starved
cougars to petite twentysomethings with perky tits and curvy executives in
their 30s with big, round asses.  Even my assistant, Alicia, is a crazy
stacked brunette.  She looks like she's just stepped out of a Playboy shoot
if Playboy still existed.

   Compared to them, Natalie was this faceless cog, a quiet but hard
working junior analyst who had recently moved into my department.  That all
changed last Monday.  It was late and I was supposed to be working. 
Instead, I was looking through Target's Black Friday deals.  I heard a
knock on my door then the sound of a folder dropped on my desk.  "Thanks,
Natalie," I muttered.  I then looked up and was about to ask about the
project we're working on, but my brain stopped working and my dick got
hard.

   The bland girl whose name I'd always forget had disappeared; instead, a
stunning woman grinned back at me.  Discarding her usual baggy work attire,
she had on a tight white blouse, sheer enough that I could see her bra,
with an inappropriate number of buttons undone.  Below, her short black
pencil skirt showed off her long, tanned legs.  Her lips were painted
bright pink and she had on eyeshadow that made her icy blues pop.  It was
the first time I'd ever noticed her eyes.  She was dressed to fuck.

   "Callum, can I ask you something?" She said in a soft tone.

   "Sure," I nodded.

   "I've been doing a lot of late nights recently and I'm not complaining,"
she smiled, "It's just that with it being Thanksgiving this week, we have
so many coming for dinner.  Is it okay if I can have Wednesday off so I can
help out?" She asked as she placed her hands on my desk and leaned forward,
giving me an unobstructed look down her shirt.

   I knew what she was doing with her cleavage but I respected it.  Also,
she wasn't lying.  The last two weeks, she had been 12-hour days for this
Eastern European investment project we got going.  I was planning to give
her some time off anyway, just to soothe my guilt.

   "You're right," I replied, "Actually, you can have Monday off too. 
It'll make me feel less of a Scrooge."

   "Thank you, thank you, thank you..." she beamed at me, looking like she
was going to cartwheels any second.  "So what are your plans for
Thanksgiving?"

   "Nothing much," I smiled back, "I'll probably stay in."

   I was going to spend the day to watch football highlights, drink, play
FIFA, drink and then a ready meal.  I've been making some friends here, but
I doubt I'd be at the top of anyone's invite list.  Also, I'll probably
have a wank over some porn involving busty blondes now.

   "That's a shame," Natalie said, "You know we're going to have over a
dozen people for dinner, adding one more person isn't that difficult?"

   "I uh..." I mumbled.  Five minutes ago, Natalie was just some faceless
girl who I managed.  Now all I can think of is her suddenly big tits and
McAllen's code of conduct.  "It's family holiday.  I'll be intruding..."

   -

   "Callum, welcome!" She smiled and hugged me, her billowy tits crushing
into my chest.

   I don't know why, but after a couple of pleads from Natalie, I just
accepted her offer.  I know I'm her boss and I should be proper with her,
but she looked so fucking sexy that night, it rewrote my brain.  She looked
hot right now, in a more subtle way, wearing an oversized plaid shirt and
leggings.  Her long, straight blonde hair framed her stunning face while
her eyes looked me over.

   "Thanks for inviting me," I smiled back.  "I didn't know what to bring
so I got some dessert and wine." I handed her a pecan pie and a bottle of
port, I spent yesterday googling what to bring to a Thanksgiving dinner.  I
was dressed in jeans, a shirt, and a blazer, again looking up online for
what to wear today.

   "Thanks," Natalie wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on the
cheek.  "C'mon let me introduce you to everyone."

   This was getting dangerous; I thought as I felt my dick twitch.  At
most, I can keep any interactions at the playfully flirty level.

   She led me into the living room where there were several people crowded
around a coffee table and were watching the tail end of the parade.  Let's
see; there was Jackie, Alan, Kayla, Stephen, Nicole, Penny, Elliot and
Charlie; I immediately forgot their names after they introduced themselves
and explained their relationship to my lovely underling.  Except for
Stephen.  Finding out that he is my gracious host's father, I watched my
behavior around his daughter, even though she described me as a work
friend. I said hello and saw their ears prick up at my accent; it's a great
icebreaker.  They asked about the usual things; which part of London I'm
from, how long I've been here and how I'm finding the change.

   I did my best to be my most charming self and we all chatted for a bit
before Natalie ushered me out of the room.  She had a big grin on her face
as if she was had a massive surprise for me.  I didn't know what she had
planned, but it needed us going into the kitchen.

   "And this is my mom, Trish," Natalie said, sounding way too excited for
such a mundane thing.

   Holy fuck.

   Trish turned and smiled at me; a tanned oval face, with deep blue eyes,
a blonde mane that curled past her shoulders and two large unavoidable
breasts that jutted out of the thin cashmere fabric.  I was losing my motor
skills just staring at her.  I immediately prayed to be alone.  I just
wanted to have the complete view and see how her arse looked in those snug
blue jeans she was wearing; but I could easily guess that her bum would
match her voluptuous figure and be round, tight and longing to be groped.

   With the wedge sandals she had on, Trish stood a few inches over her
daughter.  I glanced back to Natalie; they looked so alike, the blue eyes,
the blonde hair and the busty figures.  Naughty thoughts crept into my
brain, things that I never really felt was sexy.  She also had to be in her
late 30s, making me believe that she had Natalie very young.  Stephen had
to be at least 45, guess he was breaking some laws when he hooked up with
Trish.

   "Hello," She smiled, immediately closing the distance between us.  Her
arms were open, ready to give me a long hug.  "Well, Mr.  Spencer, you're
just as handsome as my daughter said you'd be." Her tits then crushed into
my thorax, I swear a felt an erect nipple poke through.

   Trish released me and we had a quick chat, talking about Thanksgiving,
American traditions, English traditions and the usual small talk topics. 
Immediately, I could tell Trish had this friendly, flirty air about her. 
As we talked, Trish took a step forward, standing so close to me that her
perfume was slowly intoxicating me.  If I made a joke, she would clutch my
arm and laugh.  I looked around and saw that it was just the three of us in
the kitchen, Natalie had a huge grin and seemed like she was egging her mum
on.

   "So, Mr.  Spencer, I hope you brought your appetite.  I want you to have
a Thanksgiving that you will never forget," she grinned then pointed to the
various sides, "I went all out this year."

   My eyes bulged at all the food that was being prepared, mashed potatoes
in one bowl, a gold turkey on a roasting tin and gravy on the hob.  I
glanced back at the two lovely blondes, both had suddenly shortened the
distance between them and me.  They both flanked me, one holding onto my
arm while the other seductively feeding me.  I shifted nervously on my
feet, trying to hide my growing erection.  Women have never made me this
timid and loss for words, I don't know what this mother and daughter duo
have planned for me, but it was making me scared and aroused.

   I cleared my throat; I need to stay composed.  "Since you two have been
such gracious host for inviting me today, the least I can do is to show my
appreciation and try everything." I smiled.  "And if it's good, I'll give
Natalie the next week off."

   "Charming, isn't he?" Trish turned to her daughter and smirked.  "I like
the idea that we are supposed to work so hard for you...," she paused,
letting that hang for a moment, "...so my daughter can get some vacation
time."

   Wow.  I wanted to stay and think of something flirty to say, but the
door opened behind us.  Natalie's aunts and cousins walked in, saying the
parade was over and they wanted to help.  I turned back to Trish; she
suddenly had on an oversized wool jacket, hiding her considerable assets.
Then I noticed both her and Natalie had retreated away from me.

   "Back to the basting!" Trish grinned.

   "Let me get you a beer," Natalie then said.

   She led me back to the living room; everyone else was watching football,
saying nothing while drinking, which is fair enough.  Natalie disappeared
for a moment then returned with a big grin on her face as she handed me an
icy-cold bottle.  As everyone else stared at the screen, my sexy employee
bent down, entirely unnecessarily and just for my benefit, giving me an
unhindered view of the deep chasms of her cleavage.  But then she was gone,
leaving me to hide a growing erection in front of Natalie's surly father.

   -

   I was worried that I'd be stuck with watching American football all
afternoon, so I was grateful that I had Natalie around me for a while.  I
found out that she was an only child, started at McAllen a couple of months
before me and lived in Naperville for most of her life.  She was also in
London last summer during the World Cup, ended up watching the
England-Sweden match in a gay pub after the Pride parade.  From spending
just twenty minutes with her, I quickly became more attracted to her, which
is so dangerous for me.

   Natalie then disappeared to help her mother with the final preparations.
It was around three when we sat down for the meal.  I did ask why that
time, but I got several different answers; it was either due to tradition,
the Pilgrims, or football.  The food looked immense.  While I took my seat,
Trish described every dish in mouthwatering detail.  Rosemary buttered
rolls, baked mash potatoes with Parmesan cheese and green bean casserole
with caramelized onions.

   There were other sides, but I was losing interest.  My eyes were
drifting from Trish's luscious red lips to the enormous bust she was trying
to hide.  With Natalie away from my eyeline, I had no choice but to stare
at the gorgeous, blonde, busty MILF with a dirty sense of humor and
excellent cooking skills.

   Everyone raved about the food, repeatedly saying how delicious it
looked, the smell and the hunger pangs they all were suddenly feeling. 
They were right, the roasted acorn squash with bacon maple drizzle smelt
particularly tasty.  Then the turkey was brought out and a sweet cinnamon
and herb aroma overpowered the dining room and again everyone went crazy.

   Except for Stephen.  I noticed that Stephen had this angry, frustrated
side to him.  He would make a snide comment here and there, raise his voice
occasionally and roll his eyes.  Right now, he looked like he wanted to
punt the turkey and tell everyone to get the fuck out of his house.

   "She never used to do this for me," Stephen mumbled, loud enough for
everyone else to hear.

   The mood then changed, two of the aunts gave each other a pensive look
while some of the cousins had their heads down, staring at their empty
plates.  Silence quickly filled the room.  Something is going on; it feels
like it's going to be like one of those Eastenders Christmas episodes,
misery for all.

   "That's because we have Callum joining us today," Trish grinned, "Since
it's his first Thanksgiving, we should treat him."

   Stephen looked annoyed but kept his mouth closed.  One of the uncles
passed him the carver and the tension slowly dissipated, everyone went back
to making small talk.  Finally, Natalie returned to her seat.  She gave me
a big grin and then glanced at her mother; those two were up to something.

   While Stephen carved up the bird, Trish served everyone healthy portions
of each side dish.  Once I got some turkey on my plate, I thought it was
okay to start eating.  But as this whole holiday is alien to me, I just
watched everyone and copied them; they didn't eat so I stayed still.  I
thought they were waiting to pray and or hold hands, but Stephen just stood
up with a drink in this hand.  He gave a short, simple toast, praising the
turkey, Trish, and then sat down.

   All the others raised their glass and said what they were thankful for
this year.  Shit, I should have studied more Friends repeats.  They went
around the table and it quickly got to me.  I stood up and awkwardly raised
my glass, "I am thankful for being invited to this special holiday and for
everyone being so patient with my complete lack of knowledge of all things
American," I said.  Adding a quick thank you to Natalie and Trish, I then
sat back down.

   "Oh," I then muttered.  As soon as I sat down, a foot immediately
brushed against my leg.  It didn't feel like it was accidental, the owner
of the foot was running her toes up and down my calf.  God, I hope it's
Natalie; Trish is too far to reach from her seat.  I looked up from my
plate and saw her with a nothing expression.  Natalie was talking to her
family and passing the food around as her big toe crept up my thigh with
plans to push up to my crotch.  I thought about doing something, shift my
weight or offer to grab anything from the kitchen, but my slowly waking
cock forced me to stay.  What McAllen Capital's HR rep would say if they
saw this?

   Natalie lowered her foot and her toes began to caress my ankles.  One of
the aunts asked my opinion of the dinner; I couldn't answer, I just mumbled
a reply.  My eyes had glazed over and I could only focus on what my analyst
was doing.  I felt tense, scared that we would be caught either now or just
after her foot makes me cum.  She tried to slip her toe under the hem of my
pants but I was wearing tight jeans, so she gave up.  Natalie then quickly
ran her big toe up my calf before letting her foot relax on my lap.

   Looking up from my plate, I turned at Natalie; she finally acknowledged
me and the under table action.  She gave me a wink and a smirk, before
returning to her conversation with her cousin.  Such cockiness from her,
something that I've never experienced during work hours.  It was so brazen
and so hot.  I could feel myself slowly getting uncomfortable in the area
between my legs.  My eyes flickered to Trish; she had this sly expression.
Did she know what her daughter had been doing to her boss in front of her
family?

   I tried not to groan when Natalie's big toe rested against my
now-throbbing dick, nearly choking on the large chunk of turkey.  I thought
about dropping my knife and fork, sit back and unzip my jeans.  I shuddered
as she sped up her foot rubbing, her toes massaging and somehow squeezing
my dick through my jeans.

   "How's the food, Callum?" she asked, finally looking at me.

   "Yeah, it's good," I whispered.

   "Natalie, can you get us some more wine!" Stephen's voice boom from the
head of the table.

   I felt her foot quickly retreated and I nervously sighed.  Natalie
rolled her eyes at her father then turned to me, smirking as she stood. 
She disappeared into the kitchen and then returned.  Natalie took her seat,
but I didn't feel her foot this time.  As she chatted with her relatives, I
finally could sample Trish's food.

   -

   After the epic meal, we sat down to watch Washington against Dallas.  I
should ask someone why all these teams need to have these 'cool' names. 
While everyone else raved over every safety or a touchdown, I was staring
at my phone.  Being English, I'd been programmed to think American football
is just rugby with extra padding.  Oh look, they've gained a yard, happy
fucking days.

   Maybe I would've enjoyed the game if had Natalie not be segregated from
me; she was with her female cousins in the dining room.  After her
wandering foot, I wanted her, like now.  I know on Monday, we'll go back to
boss and subordinate and McAllen do have strict sexual harassment policies.
But, I could see myself bending her over my desk an fucking her raw.

   Then there's her mother.  Whenever we're alone, I would have Trish's
soft hands all over me.  She'd ask if I work out and before any reply from
me, the sexy MILF would be feeling up my biceps or my developing six-pack.
Also, when I helped clear the table; she gave me a long bear hug as thanks
with her tits crushing into my chest.  I wondered if it's traditional to
fuck the Thanksgiving host.

   Needing a break from all the rushes and zone blitz, I snuck out of the
living room, telling whoever was listening that I was returning a call,
which is right in a way.  My manager had left me a couple of missed calls;
the annoying fucker probably wants me to come in tomorrow and deal with his
problems.  Also, Lucy has sent me at least a dozen messages.  I really
should respond or she'll get pissed.  Staring at my phone, I walked to the
back garden.  I thought I'd be alone when I was about to dial my boss, but
I saw Trish standing next to a large flower urn.  She had a large glass of
wine in one hand and her phone in the other.  She saw me and smiled.

   "Hi," I nervously said, putting away my phone.  "Sorry to bother you,
Mrs.  Duvall."

   "Callum." Trish smiled back and quickly approached me.  "I'm just
enjoying the fresh air with some wine.  Don't tell anyone," she raised a
finger to her pursed lips and grinned, "anyway please don't call me, Mrs.
Duvall, its Trish."

   "Okay.  I have to say that was one of the greatest meals I ever had," I
honestly praised.

   "Oh, you're so sweet." She smiled back at me, her long manicured finger
circling the rim of her glass as she looked at me, it was like I was her
prey.  "So, how are you enjoying Chicago?  Must be a change from London?"

   "Kinda, there's like ten different versions of London, all within
minutes of each other.  But Central London is a lot like the Loop," I
explained.  We then talked about work for a bit.

   The conversation then moved to about her.  She told me that she works as
an office manager for a local foundation.  She then mentioned some
interesting things, like she had Natalie at such a young age, her first
time going to Europe and how drunk she got in Amsterdam, also her daily
workout routine which included lots of Pilates for in her own words, 'added
flexibility.' She never mentioned Stephen; it looked like it was only her
and Natalie.

   "I hear you're very popular with the female staff, especially some of
the junior analysts," Trish said with a big grin.  "Rumor has it that
they've got a pool going on who fucks you first."

   Wow.  If that was true, I've peaked and it will be downhill from here
on. But there was a problem, McAllen has rules against relationships
between managers and subordinates, which is a massive obstacle for whatever
happens between Natalie and me.  Also, after everything that happened with
Jessica and why I left London, I don't want to get burnt again by fucking
around with my co-workers.

   "I'll be lying if I say that I hate the attention," I smiled back, "but
there are rules."

   "Sometimes rules are there in place for a reason," She looked down to
her hand and her wedding band.  "But sometimes it's okay to break them."
Trish grinned,

   "I'll take that in mind," I replied.

   With that said, Trish finished her glass of wine and walked back to the
house.  My eyes were instantly drawn to her ass, it was curved and taunt,
just like her daughter.  Immediately I thought about caressing it.  I don't
go for married women, brings too much tension.  But with Stephen being such
a dick and the apparent friction in their marriage; flirting, ogling or
even fucking her would not bring an ounce of guilt for me.

   "You should know something about Natalie," Trish said looking over her
shoulder.  She knew that I was staring at her ass; she threw her shoulders
back and arched her back, making her butt look a lot bigger.  "My daughter
has faced many adversities and had to fight to get where she is.  When
there's something that she wants, that she really desires, she gets it."
She smirked and walked back into the kitchen, her ass swaying.

   -

   I returned inside the house to more football.  I made some more small
talk with the members of the family; I even got them to explain what a
safety is.  Everyone was friendly, which was cool, all apart from Stephen.
He was still playing the part of the over-protective dad, with a hint of
casual xenophobia and arseholism.

   Ignoring him and his strange belief that the Revolutionary War is still
ongoing; I spotted Natalie going back and forth outside the room.  I left
my seat, needing to speak to her.  I snuck into the dining room to find
Natalie bending over a sideboard, her arse up in the air.  It was round and
pert, begging to be touched, I could see McAllen's sexual harassment
guidelines screaming at me.  Fuck it; I'm going to ask her out.  Maybe,
she'll be cool with me fucking her mother while also dating her.

   "Hey, Callum." She beamed, "I'm sorry that I had to leave you alone all
afternoon."

   "I understand, Natalie.  You're helping out." I smiled back.  "Anyway,
I've been having fun.  Everyone's been so hospitable.  Also, I've been
talking to your Dad, he's interesting." I had no choice but to lie.

   "Yeah," Natalie rolled her eyes.  She looked disgusted by him.  She saw
me looking at her and quickly reverted to casual flirting.  "So...," she
placed a hand on my arm, "how did you enjoy your first Thanksgiving?"

   "Yeah, I like it," I said; my gaze was switching from her blue eyes to
her glossy pink lips, I wanted to stick my tongue past them among other
things.  "You've got family, parades, sports that I don't understand and
some of the most delicious food I've tasted."

   "That's great to hear.  There's a rumor that you might be staying for
longer than expected.  Maybe we can make it an annual thing." She said,
biting her lip and stared at me.

   "Maybe," I smiled, doing my best to be reassuring.  It was evident to my
overlords that I want to stay, but it's more of a wait-and-see situation.

   "You're not leaving, are you?" Natalie asked, looking apprehensive.

   "Uh, I was thinking about it," I replied, lying.  l wanted to test how
she feels about me.  "It's an hour drive back to my condo, so I was
thinking about making a move now."

   "No...no, you should stay," Natalie placed her hand on my arm, such a
classic move.  I even felt her fingers contract a little as she felt up my
bicep, just like her mother.

   "Yeah, come on Callum, stay...," I turned to see Trish leaning on the
doorjamb.  "At least for dessert," she smiled.

   With my subordinate tracing her fingers up and down my arm while her
mother is giving me fuck-me eyes, I had no choice but to allow Natalie to
lead me back into the living room.  The football was on mute and they were
serving coffee mixed with amaretto.  I stayed silent, watching them discuss
who is getting married, who is getting divorced and who's having a baby.

   Occasionally Trish or Natalie would include me into the conversation,
like bringing my foreign perspective to US politics.  Just kidding, I could
see no one wanted to go anywhere near that minefield.  But as we are now on
the run up to Christmas, I corrected their misunderstandings of British
traditions, mince pies are not made of ground beef, why kids play snowmen
or trees in Nativity plays and how we like leave to whiskey instead of milk
& cookies for Father Christmas, preferring him to be completely shitfaced.

   -

   It was now getting close to eight and I started to notice a couple of
yawns, also some glances at wristwatches.  While the guests were getting
tired, my hosts weren't.  Trish and Natalie were sitting next to each
other; I could feel their eyes on me.  When no one was looking, I'd see
them whisper to each other while also hinting at me.  I don't know what
they are planning, but I was getting a knot in my stomach and adrenaline
coursing through my bloodstream at the excitement/terror at the thought of
it.

   Natalie's Uncle Charlie and his wife Penny was the first to leave,
saying that it was getting late and they wanted to be up early for Black
Friday.  One of the other uncles then joined, explaining that he was going
to watch the other match which was going to start in twenty minutes.  While
they slowly corralled their kids, I looked at Stephen; he wasn't moving. 
Shit.

   Trish handed out leftovers while Natalie chatted with her younger
cousins.  I was in no man's land.  I knew that the two stunning blondes
wanted me to stay - it's obvious.  But I can assume that whatever they want
to do to me, Stephen isn't part of that plan.  He remained in his seat,
flicking from the buildup of the next football match to some movie then
back again, saying his goodbyes without looking away from the screen.

   It soon became just the three of us, and Stephen.  Natalie had fed the
aunts and uncle some lie that she was going to give me a ride back to the
train station to explain my continued presence.  Trish and Natalie gave
each other a concerned look, pointing to the living room.  I guess we all
were waiting for the fourth wheel to leave.  It was getting dark and I
really wanted to make my move.  Why is he still here?

   "You don't have to go so soon?" Natalie asked, breaking the silence. 
She looked a little worried.

   "Yeah, c'mon stay for a while," Trish added.

   Before I could say anything, Stephen appeared behind us.  He shot us a
profoundly uninterested look as he collected some Tupperware from the
kitchen.  His wife and daughter were propositioning me; he didn't even
blink.  "I'm going," Stephen announced.  He then gave Natalie a very
awkward hug; she stood lifelessly as he half-heartedly wrapped his arm
around her, it was clear that both hated this interaction.  He gave me a
short nod but never acknowledge Trish and then left.

   "Well, that was as weird as I thought it would be," Trish grinned, "It's
only half 8, Callum.  We can still have some fun." She then returned to the
living room, swaying her arse for my benefit.

   "Let's have something to drink...  go get naughty," My employee muttered
that last bit, making me excited at what they have planned.

   Natalie linked her arm around mine and led me to the lounge.  We quickly
sat, with Natalie and me on one sofa while Trish was on a chair.  The port
had been decanted and was ready to serve.  I carefully sipped my glass,
which Trish had filled to the brim; I think she's trying to get me drunk. I
stayed quiet as mum and daughter gossiped about their family.  It was all
gentle stuff at the start, but then they soon reached Stephen; fuck, they
really hate him.  From what I pieced together; Natalie hadn't seen him in
months, that he's probably banging some waitress in a truck stop at this
minute and that he's been drinking a lot.

   "So Callum, how is my daughter doing at McAllen?" Trish asked after
pouring more port.  "How is she like during office hours?"

   "Ohhh..." I gasped, port wine is not to be downed at high speeds, I was
feeling warm.  "She's doing fine.  But because you and Natalie have been
such gracious hosts, I should be honest.  At first, I didn't really know
who she was.  I'm sorry," I glanced at Natalie who was comically
over-pouting.  "I could never put a name to a face, so I used to call you
tall girl." I cringed.

   "T-t-tall girl?" Natalie stayed committed to her bit, stuttering her
words.

   "But from everything I saw from your work, it was clear that you are one
of the smart ones." I grinned back.  I felt her hand fall on my knee.  "And
now, I know what a welcoming, funny, intelligent person you are."

   "Ahh...you're making me blush," Natalie said, turning her face away from
me, "I've gone all red,"

   "Don't worry, you still look cute." Shit, I wish I hadn't said that. 
Actually, who cares anymore, let's just see where this goes.  "What about
me, how am I like as a boss?"

   "Hmm," Natalie paused, "Knowledgeable, casual but also attentive and
friendly."

   "Also very handsome according to some of the girls." Trish chipped in,
"there is that pool going on."

   I turned back to Natalie, expecting her to be blushing even more.  But
there was no change in her cheeks, just two blue eyes staring at me.

   "Your mum mentioned there some betting pool about me at work.  About
fucking me."

   Natalie leaned in a bit more, her breasts brushing up against my
forearm. "Just a little fun we have.  Apparently, the females of McAllen
did a bunch of these before my time.  The rules are that you have to pick a
particular day of the week and a location.  You win double if you get them
both."

   "Are you...  in it?"

   "Yeah..." She whispered and waited for a reply.

   I could feel my cock swell, even though I fought against it.  I still
wanted to see how this was going to plan out; there was a growing fear in
the back of my mind that this could just be one big tease.  "I can never do
something like that again - especially someone who's my subordinate.  I
have rules that I can't break."

   "Wait, what happened before?" Both Trish and Natalie quickly asked.

   Fuck it; I thought as I took another sip, "There was this girl Jessica.
She worked with me at BVG - the brokers I was at before McAllen.  We were
flirting outrageously since the moment we met; she was engaged, but that
didn't really matter to her when she..."

   I paused, looking at the mother and daughter staring at me.  Should I be
so brutally and graphically honest with these two?  I barely know them.  I
am drunk, though so I can blame the port.

   "Come on, Callum," Natalie said with a coy smile.

   "Don't worry, Callum," Trish added, "you can be as open as much as you
want, and we definitely will be open with you."

   I smiled at what I assume was a deliberate double entendre, "There was
this Friday night drinks with everyone in the department.  Soon it was just
Jessica and me.  She had been engaged for a month, but that didn't stop her
from trying to give me a handjob in the Viceroy.  So we began to mess
around; playing with each other under the table during meetings, her
sucking me off while I'm making a Skype call and coffee runs to Costa that
ended up with us fucking in the toilet."

   Taking another sip - shit I'm very drunk right now, I tried to finish
the story, "We were having fun, but then we got caught, obviously," I
grinned.  "We were waiting for some report to be emailed from Shanghai and
we needed some time to kill.  The managing director, HR director and the
SPOC for our biggest client found us; naked, glistening with sweat, dried
cum on Jessica's thighs and discussing if we can use butter to lube her
arsehole."

   "You can't," Trish quickly replied, winking at me.

   "Anyway, Jess turned out to be the niece of the finance director, she
apparently does this a lot.  She was safe; I wasn't.  I got sacked - I mean
fired for some bullshit reason, I was breaking confidentiality was the
excuse.  But the HR director felt I was hard done by it; she got me an
interview with a McAllen rep.  All I have to do is keep it in my pants or I
get blacklisted."

   "Wow," Natalie said, "But you shouldn't be constrained by your past. 
Things can just happen; there's no real control."

   "Yeah, it's okay to the break the rules sometimes, Callum," Trish softly
said, "like it's okay to fuck one of your subordinates or get a blowjob
from a girl while her mom watches, and also ..." she trailed off, but her
eyes hinted that there was more.

   Oh, fuck.

   I then felt two delicate fingers rubbed the outline of my dick.  I
turned to Natalie, her face and more importantly her lips were inches from
mine.  My eyes drifted down to the cleavage she was displaying.  "Callum,
do you want to break some rules?" she said in a raspy tone.

   We were then kissing, our tongues danced as my hands went to her waist.
Holding her tightly, I pulled her more onto me until she was literally on
my lap.  She tasted unbelievable and smelt of strawberries.  My fingers
trailed up her sides, I was soon cupping her luscious, round tits.  But
before I could admire her buxom curves, Natalie broke from our embrace and
slid off the couch.  Before the anxiety of a sexual harassment claim could
wreck me, I realized she was taking off her shoes.  My focus moved to
Trish, she was writhing in her seat, enjoying the show.

   "Oh Mr.  Spencer, you look so big and hard." Natalie grinned; she jumped
back on the sofa and started rubbing the tent in my jeans, "Do you want me
to suck your big, thick tool?" She was now roughly manhandling my cock. 
"What about my mom?  Do you want her, too?"

   Speechless, I just nodded.

   Struggling to comprehend what was happening, I watched Natalie get down
on her knees in front of me.  Her slender fingers slid up and down my
crotch, rubbing the bulge of my rock hard cock.  Sounding unbelievably
cute, Natalie giggled as she pulled down my zipper and quickly undid my
jeans.  She scooted in her spot, giving her mother a better view as she
yanked my jeans and boxers down and released my cock.

   I saw Natalie's eyes widen and she sharply inhaled as she eyed my
massive, throbbing dick.  Looking up from my sexy analyst, I saw her mother
literally drooling over my monster.  I let out a grunt, feeling Natalie's
firmly squeeze me.  She wrapped her fingers around my member and she softly
jerked me off.  My hips began to twitched and jolted as her hand slid up
and down my length, making her smile.

   Natalie looked over her shoulder at Trish and gave her a wink.  She then
leaned forward and kissed the head of my member.  I watched her lower her
lips to my root and run her tongue up the underside of my shaft, slowly
reaching the tip and planting another kiss.  Natalie carried on jerking me
off while holding my cock up high.  She lowered her head again and gave
both my balls a long, wet kiss.  I watched in awe as she opened her lips
and took one of my sacks into her mouth, sucking one then the other.

   "How does that feel?" I heard Trish ask.  Breaking my gaze from the sexy
blonde that was attacking my cock, I looked over to the hot MILF in the
couch.  Trish was on the edge of her seat, biting her lip and squeezing her
own tits, loving the show.

   "Hmm...  yessss," I hissed, loving the feeling of Natalie's tongue
working around my purple head.  Fuck, I need to give her a raise.  She
deserves it just on how skillfully she uses her tongue, gliding it up and
down my shaft, swirling the tip over my throbbing bulb, making me shudder
with joy.  She slipped off my pulsating head, grinning at the sight of her
spit dripping off my erect cock.  Her eyes then met mine and she flashed me
a naughty wink.

   Natalie firmly jerked my shaft up and down before placing her lips
against my head and slowly swallowed my cock.  She sucked me softly, the
tip of her tongue rubbing against my purple helmet.  I could feel my heart
pound as this sexy blonde slid half of my dick into her mouth, her bright
pink lips tightened around my tool.  Grabbing my knees, Natalie bobbed her
head and slowly mouth-fucked my dick.

   I was in heaven.  So distracted by my sexy analyst, I failed to notice
the couch cushion shift and suddenly becoming overwhelmed by the smell of
vanilla.  I felt two soft fingers touch my chin and pull my head to the
side.  There I saw Trish smiling back at me, she leaned in and her lips met
mine.  Both our tongues reached out and gently caressed each other as I
found my hands wrapped around her waist.  Actually, this was heaven, making
out with a hot MILF while her daughter blows me.

   Trish then pushed me away and lowered her hands down to the bottom of
her sweater.  She pulled it over and flung it across the room, revealing
her massive, round breasts in encased in a purple lace bra.  She yanked my
head back and her lips mashed against mine.  As our tongues dueled, I
reached behind and unclasped her bra.  Breaking our kiss for a second time,
I leaned in and admired my gorgeous host topless form.  Perfect teardrop
shaped with dark areolas and thick, stubby nipples, her breast were
faultless and aching to be touched.

   "Oh yes," Trish moaned as I instantly cupped her swaying breasts.  They
felt so soft but still firm in my hands.  She leaned in and met my pursed
lips, our tongues quickly sliding in and out of each other's mouth.  As we
kissed, I squeezed her tits and her nipples grew even stiffer in my palms,
fucking amazing.  I pinched and tugged her erect buds, making her groan
into my mouth.

   With a loud slurp, Natalie pulled off my rock hard member and looked up.
Seeing my hands all over her mother's massive tits didn't faze her, she
smiled and licked the underside of my cock.  Shit, I need to delve into
this mother/daughter dynamic and find out why they're so casual with sex.
Natalie opened her mouth again and lowered it down on my pole, taking the
whole length deep down into her throat.  I screamed into Trish's mouth as
her daughter's hot wet mouth enveloped my cock.  Natalie kept me deep down
her mouth for a few moments, her throat bulging with my dick, her eyes
wide-open and was breathing heavily.  Fuck, she looked so sexy.

   Natalie then released me and grinned, "You like this Callum?"

   Trish jumped off the couch and got onto her knees in front of my rock
hard cock.  "You really picked a good one," she said as she grasped my cock
tightly and stroked it.  Trish then leaned her face towards her daughter
and gave her a peck on the lips.  Their kiss lingered for a while,
overloading my brain with dirty thoughts.  If they really started going at
it, like tonguing each other, would that be disgusting or hot?  Is incest
something that I could get into?

   Before I could answer these philosophical questions, Trish lowered her
tongue down on my pulsing tip.  I felt a familiar sensation as Trish
swirled her tongue around my sore head, using the same technique as her
daughter.  Did she teach Natalie how to suck cock?  That would be so
fucking hot.

   Trish then gripped my painfully hard cock and ran her tongue up and down
my shaft.  Happy at how my dick glistened with her spit, she guided it into
her open mouth.  Her free breasts bounced hypnotically as she bobbed her
mouth, firmly pressing her lips around my shaft.  Smiling at me, Trish
easily swallowed more and more of my length.  I quickly felt the back of
her throat and like her daughter; Trish had my pulsating dick encased in
her warm mouth before releasing me.

   As I watched the older blonde lash my swollen helmet with her tongue, I
felt a pair of lips kiss my balls.  Crouched under her mother, Natalie
kissed and sucked my nut sacks as her mother continued to bob her mouth up
and down.  My stunning subordinate then ran her tongue through my balls,
making me go mad with the desire to cum.  Trish released her vice-like grip
on my cockhead so her daughter could run her tongue up my shaft, stopping
at my precum leaking tip.

   Natalie then eagerly took her place between my legs and grasped my cock
with both hands.  She rubbed my tingling tip against her lips, letting my
precum smear her lipstick before sliding it into her mouth.  Unlike before,
Natalie attacked my cock with intense lust, frantically bobbing her head up
and down the entire length of my shaft, urging me to cum.  I guess
preferably in her mouth than inside her mothers.

   I felt another hand on my cock and saw Trish wildly stroke my shaft. 
Looking half-proud and half-jealous of her daughter, she pulled my cock out
of Natalie's mouth with a loud pop sound.  "My turn, baby," she said while
softly caressing her daughter's hair.  "Don't worry, you're going to have a
lot of fun with Callum in the future."

   Trish quickly replaced her daughter's lips with her own, sliding half my
dick down her mouth.  I groaned out loud as I felt her massive tits grind
against my legs as she feverously sucked me off.  It was like there was a
competition between mother and daughter, who gets a mouthful of my cum
wins. I felt that Trish was in the lead by the way she squeezed my balls as
she worked her tongue from my cock root to the tip.

   She then pulled her lips off me and softly stroked my dick.  Trish
looked at Natalie and smiled.  They both maneuvered themselves, so Trish
was on my right and Natalie on my left.  Both grinning, they began to lick
my member simultaneously.  Like some choreographed routine, mum and
daughter worked their tongues way up my shaft, feeling every bump and vein
on my pole.  I watched in amazement as their tongues fought for space.

   They were so close to kissing, I really wished they did.  I could see
them kissing while sucking on my tip, their faces squashed together and
their lips just millimeters apart.  They would then passionately kiss each
other with my dick sandwiched between their mouths.  Shit, maybe I'm into
incest.  Breaking out of my fantasy, I saw their tongues briefly touch as
they licked my throbbing head and that was it for me.

   I started to cum violently, as hard as I ever did in my entire life.  I
grunted as blast after blast of sticky white spunk shot out of my
uncontrollable, spasming dick.  Trish was the first to react, quickly
shoving the firing cockhead into her open mouth.  I lost count of the
number of spurts I emptied into my host's mouth, but I could see that she
was delighted.

   Natalie then grabbed my dick away from her mother and furiously jerked
me off, milking me.  I moaned as more copious jizz covered her cute face.
She wasn't that concerned about the aim, reveling as each blob of thick cum
hit her cheeks, lips, and chin.  By the time I had finished, I was
struggling to breathe.  Ignoring me, Natalie rubbed my deflating cock over
her face.

   I stared at the two beautiful blondes, both covered in my cum and
grinning back at me.  As Trish licked herself clean, Natalie stripped off
her shirt and revealed her perky breasts wrapped up in a strapless bra. 
They were not as big as her mother's, but I wasn't complaining.  Our eyes
met as Natalie reached behind and unclasped her bra, letting it fall.  She
stared at me as she used her shirt to wipe her face clean, hypnotizing me
with her bright blue eyes.  I don't know what the rest of the night will
bring, but I can't tell this girl is gaining some kind of hold over me and
I'm definitely going to be spending more time with her.

   "Callum, should we go upstairs?" Trish asked, arching an eyebrow.

   I looked at Natalie, who stayed silent.  I could see her eyes were now
focusing on my dick.

   I nodded and in seconds, our clothes were in a pile near the TV and we
were running upstairs.  They led to Trish's bedroom, I think.  Before I
could be aware of my surroundings, I felt two sets of massive breasts rub
against me while hands jerked my cock back to life.  Each blonde pulled my
mouth to theirs, fighting for my tongue.

   "Baby, since you found him I think you should have the first ride,"
Trish said as she played with her daughter's hair.  She then turned to me,
"Let's see how well you treat my daughter." She released our hands and
walked towards the window, taking a seat on a chair that was facing the
bed.

   Turning back to Natalie, I saw a mischievous smirk on her face.  I
leaned in and kissed her gently, my tongue exploring her mouth.  She had
her arms around my neck and arched her back, pressing her tits into my
chest.  I took the lead and maneuvered her toward the bed.  We fell on the
mattress and got in position, with me on top of her.  I pulled my mouth
back from her luscious lips and started to kiss Natalie on the cheek, then
slowly moving down to her neck.  "Ohh...," she moaned, approving my tender
display.

   I could feel Natalie tremble as my tongue slithered down to the valley
between her breasts.  She then again moaned as I ran the tip of my tongue
around her tits.  "Yes!" Natalie then hissed, feeling my lips kiss her
right breast.  She ran her fingers through my hair and pulled my face
deeper against her tits.  I assume ex-girlfriends think of me as a selfish
lover, only focused on my own pleasure, which probably true.  But, I felt a
strange desire to make sure that Natalie was warmed up before we fucked.  I
sucked on her nipple while also drifting my free hand to her other tits,
kneading it with matching intensity.  Natalie moaned and cried, loving my
assault on her tits.

   I then reluctantly abandoned her breasts, kissing her soft, smooth skin
down to her belly button.  Feeling adventurous, I used my tongue to tease
her belly button, eliciting deep groans from Natalie.  I moved to the end
of the bed and placed my hands on her knees, pulling them open and
revealing Natalie's wet, neatly trimmed pussy.

   I pulled Natalie down, so her legs were hanging over the edge of the
bed. I crouched on the floor, sitting in front of my now-favorite team
member's cunt.  Leaning in, I could hear both mum and daughter pant as they
anticipated what I was about to do.  I gently ran a finger down Natalie's
trimmed patch of hair, feeling her tremble.  I then heard her hiss as I
lowered my head down to her moist cunt.  I gently worked my tongue down
from her engorged clit to the end of her pussy lips.  "Oh shit," Natalie
groaned as her cunt started to coat my face with her juices,
"Yes...Callum...  more!" she demanded.

   I was about to sink my tongue into her wet hole, when I felt a hand on
my rock hard dick.  Turning to my right, I saw Trish next to me with a big
grin on her face.  Her head then disappeared down to my crotch.  She
instantly her pressed lips against my cockhead.  Her lips parted and Trish
quickly stuffed half my dick into her mouth.  She worked her tongue around
my swollen head, frantically swirling it around my tip.  She then pulled
off me and looked up, "I can't wait to have this big dick inside me." Trish
then dropped her mouth back down on my tool, bobbing her head for like a
minute before rereleasing me.  "Oh Callum, I'm going to fuck you so hard...
but first, make my daughter scream."

   Nodding, I lowered myself back down between Natalie's spread legs,
kissing and licking her pink folds.  As she squirmed beneath me, I ran my
tongue around her lips, stopping at her protruding clit.  "Fuck yes," she
screamed as I flicked her bud.  I then thrust my tongue deep into her wet,
hot hole.  Natalie wrapped her legs around my head and pushed my face
deeper against her cunt.  I then began to ram my tongue in and out of her
cunt.

   As I lapped up all of Natalie's pussy juices, I suddenly started
groaning.  Trish had instantly slid my entire cock deep down her incredible
mouth.  She had me down on her throat before pulling off my dick and
lashing her tongue all over my shaft.  Before I could recover, she inhaled
my member back down her throat, her nose soon pressed against my pubes. 
"FUCK!" I grunted, feeling my cock throb in her mouth.

   Natalie started writhing on the bed, her breathing became hard and fast.
I raised my hand up, snaking my fingers up her flat belly to her perky
tits. As I twerked her erect nipples, my lips found Natalie's clit.  "OH
SHIT!" she cried as I sucked on the tingling bud.  Her hips were now
bouncing on the bed as I furiously slurped on her clit.  Natalie then
shuddered, screaming "oh...  GOD YES!  OH FUCK!" as her orgasm shook her.
Her delicious cunt juices hit my tongue and eagerly lapped them up.  I then
used my free hand and flicked her clit while I slid my lips to her gushing
pussy, licking and poking as her climax lingered on.

   Eventually, Natalie released me from her grip and I fell backward, my
dick still in her mother's mouth.  I felt my eyes bulge out as I watched
Trish's puffed out cheeks bob up and down on my shaft.  I let out a
whimper, warning her that I might not survive another second of her oral
attack.  The sexy MILF slid off my dick, grinning up at me.  "It's time to
see how good you are with this big tool."

   I stood up and was immediately yanked down onto the bed.  Natalie pulled
my face towards hers.  She stared with an intense look and whispered, "I've
had a crush on you since we first met." She then kissed me, driving her
tongue into my mouth and tussled with mine.  I could hear her moan, as she
tasted her own juices from my lips.

   With our lips still glued together, we contorted our bodies on the bed,
ending up with me on top of her like before.  We traded long, passionate
kisses before Natalie pushed my face away.  "I wanted this for so long,"
she whispered, "I need your cock."

   I nodded and kissed my way down, burying my head between her tits.  I
couldn't resist kissing her velvety breasts and sucking her nipples. 
Natalie giggled and playfully pushed me away.  Smirking, I leaned back and
aimed the throbbing tip of my cock at her slick twat.  Our eyes met and I
realized that five days ago, this girl meant nothing to me.  Now, I'm
obsessed with her and her mum.

   Natalie mouthed 'do it,' and I pressed my head against her luscious, wet
fold.  "Yes...yes...  yes..." she sighed as I sank my cock into her.  She
lifted up her thighs and scissored her legs around my waist.  I had my
hands planted at her sides, easing more of my shaft into her tight,
clenching pussy flesh.  She felt so snug, but also hot and wet; I think I
am in love.  I stayed still for a moment, watching with a big grin as
Natalie got used to my size.  Her cunt began to open up and I lowered my
hips, gently plunging my dick deep down her hot, slick tunnel.

   "Oh...  fuuuuuk!" Natalie groaned, panting as I became fully buried in
her greedy cunt.

   Trish then jumped on the bed and kneeled beside me.  She looked at her
daughter with a maternally proud expression, which considering what we were
doing was fucking hilarious.  "How does it feel, baby?  Having your boss's
dick buried deep inside your pussy."

   "Oh Mom..." she wheezed, "I don't think I have been this full before."
She said, gasping.

   "Good," Trish smirked.  She then leaned down, lowering her face to her
daughters.  For a moment, I thought she was going to kiss Natalie on the
lips and I could feel my cock throb lecherously.  Instead, Trish kissed her
daughter on the forehead and sat back up.  She grabbed my head and we
passionately kissed again before pushing me away.  "Time to show my
daughter a good time."

   I turned back to my gorgeous analyst, she was licking her lips, eagerly
anticipating what we were about to do.  I pushed my hips back, sliding my
dick out of her squeezing pussy, making Natalie groan and shake.  With a
loud grunt, I then powerfully drove my tool back into her slippery twat. 
"OH FUCK!" Natalie screamed.  I pulled out again and slammed fucked her
again.  She cried out again, tightening her legs around my waist and
gasping.  We quickly got in a nice rhythm of fucking, sliding my cock just
out of her moist cunt, pounding it back in with Natalie's rising her hips
with every thrust.

   In the back of my head, there was a voice saying that this was a
complete lie.  Fucking a sexy blonde while her mother fingers herself.  To
that voice, this had to be some kind of dying dream.  But seeing Natalie
tremble and pant while her pussy clenched my surging hammering cock, I
didn't care.

   "Yes, Callum...  fuck me with that big British cock." Natalie yelled. 
She then reached up and pulled me down to her.  Our lips instantly met
again and our tongues resumed wrestling against each other.

   Groaning into her mouth, I carried on driving my thick, pulsating prick
over and over again into Natalie's blazing twat.  She felt so good, so
perfect.  Her pussy encased my pounding dick, coating my shaft with its
juices while pumping it; I loved every second of it.  She then surprised
me, somehow opening her pussy even more to my impaling tool, allowing me to
get deeper.

   With our mouths still sealed in long, wet kiss, I could feel Natalie's
breathing becoming erratic and she was groaning into my lips.  She was
getting close to a major orgasm.  Trish sensed this and moved to the top of
the bed.  I broke away from Natalie and watched Trish rested her daughter's
head on her naked lap, inches from dripping cunt.  Shit.  Trish began to
play with her daughter's sweat damped hair while grinning at me.  Oh, I
can't wait to fuck her.

   "Do it, Callum!" Trish yelled, giving me an intense look, "Fuck my
daughter hard!  I want to hear her scream your name." She then leaned in
and kissed me passionately, her tongue trusting down my throat.

   As we kissed, my eyes dropped down and I saw Trish's hand on Natalie's
tit.  In my head, I imagined her playing with her daughter's perky breasts,
pinching her nipples, maybe even sucking on them.  My hands tightened my
grip around Natalie's waist, frantically slam fucking her pussy as hard as
I could, I was losing my mind with incestuous lust.

   "Fuck her!  Make my daughter's cum, you bastard!" Trish then yelled,
seeing me going berserk.  "Natalie was right about you!"

   Natalie started to thrash her hair from side to side, screaming,
"Yesss...  OH FUCK YES!" I pulled her legs up, resting her calves on my
shoulder and relentlessly thrust my dick even faster.  I grabbed her
jiggling tits, pinching her nipples making her whimper.  Her breathing
intensified as she started to shake.  I could feel my balls tingle, warning
me that I was reaching my release soon.  Ignoring that, I pounded her pussy
like there was no tomorrow.

   "Fuck me...fuck me...  fuck me," she shrieked, "Mommy...  he's fucking
making me cum!" Her body tightened around me as her pussy gripped my
pounding dick, soaking it with her slippery, hot juices.  I felt intense
pressure coming from my balls as I watched Natalie tremble and cry as she
reached her peak.  "OHHHHH SHIIIIIIIIIIITTT!" Natalie screamed before going
limp, "God, your fucking cock," she muttered.

   I gave her wilted body a couple more strokes before I reached the point
of no return.  "Oh shit!  Uhh!" I grunted, "I'm cumming,"

   A thick load of my cum shot up out of my dick and flooded the young
blonde's womb.  I continued thrusting my cock, pumping blast after blast of
cum, coating Natalie's drenched pussy with my jizz.  "Yes.  More..."
Natalie begged, moaning as I filled her cunt with my hot cum.

   I felt a hand pull me back, my spurting cock sliding out of Natalie's
slick tunnel.  Trish smirked at me as she grabbed my shaft and pumped it
furiously.  There was no repulsion that she was jerking off a dick coated
in covered in her daughter's juices, Trish actually enjoyed it.  All three
of us groaned and grunted as thick wads of cum blasted out my throbbing
tip, hitting Natalie's stomach and breasts.

   With my cock going flaccid, I crashed back down on my arse.  Trish,
however, was refusing to let go of my dick.  The sexy blonde MILF crouched
between my spread legs and lowered her face down to my groin.  She had her
fingers around the root and pressed my soft head against her luscious lips.
She tasted her own daughter's pussy and had no problem with it.  Wow.  I
looked up at Natalie; she had recovered from orgasmic high and smirked at
me.  Trish opened her lips and swallowed me.  Puffing out her cheeks, she
vigorously sucked me clean.

   "Hmmm..." Trish moaned.  She then looked up and smiled, "You and my
daughter taste so lovely!"

   "Fuuuuuuck!" I groaned.  Hearing that resurrected my cock, slowly coming
back to life in Trish's hot mouth.  Her tongue attacked my now semi-hard
dick, swirling her tip around the underside.  She squeezed my balls as she
expertly used her tongue to bring my dick to its previous rigidness.  Trish
pulled off my cock and lashed at my shaft.  Her hands gripped my thighs and
she took my member down her mouth, my now-throbbing head hitting the back
of her throat.

   I looked back at Natalie, she had cleaned all her cum off and was taking
a sip of water.  I didn't know she had gotten off the bed and grab some
water; her mom's insane mouth was making me easily distracted.  Natalie
then crawled towards us, sitting next to me.  We kissed for a moment before
I saw her rest a hand on the back of her mother's head.  With a big grin,
Natalie pushed down on Trish, taking my dick deep down her throat.  Her
mother moaned in approval and the three of us got into a rhythm of
mouth-fucking Trish.

   "Oh shit," I grunted as looked down at Trish, seeing her smiling back at
me.  That's was impressive as she had every millimeter of my dick down her
throat.  Slowly, she slid her red lips off my dick and licked up the trail
of spit that dripped down from my tip.  "I think you're ready," Trish said
as she reluctantly let go of my dick, "I'm going to ride the shit of you!"

   I scooted up on the bed and laid back.  Natalie then joined me and I
wrapped my arm around her.  She took my hand and rested on her breast,
smirking at me.  We then both watched Trish move to spot between my legs.
She reached out and grasped my cock while licking her lips.  She straddled
me and brushed her pussy against my head.  Holding on my leg, Trish then
slowly lowered herself down on my pole.  All three of us gasped as Trish's
cunt swallowed my tip.

   Being a complete a wanker, I started comparing pussy between mother and
daughter.  Natalie was a lot wetter, but that was it, both felt tight,
velvety soft and aching to be fucked.  Shit, I just can't believe this day!

   I began to raise my hips, pumping more and of my dick into her.  Trish
shook her head, trembling and groaned, "FUCK!  Baby, you're right!  He is
BIG!" She then spread her knees, taking more of my dick deep inside her. 
Arching her back and threading her fingers through her hair, Trish
shuddered as lowered her arse, fully impaled on my thick, pulsating cock.
Her pussy felt so hot and inviting, tightly clutching my invading member.

   "Doesn't he feel so good, Mom?" Natalie asked.  Her hand was down
between her legs, casually playing with herself as she spoke.

   "So...  fucking good, baby," Trish replied with a big, smug grin.  Her
eyes then focused on me, "I'm so going to ride this dick like a whore!"
Then with no hesitation, she started to bounce her hips and grind her pussy
on my long, rigid cock.  "Yes...  yes...  yes...," she groaned as the
blazing, juicy folds of her cunt gripping to my shaft as she rode me.  I
grabbed her arse by the right hand, held her tight and fucked her back.

   As we fucked, I felt Natalie near me.  She kissed up and down my neck
before stopping near my ear, whispering, "You like that, Callum?  Fucking
my mother?" We kissed again.  As our tongues fought, she lowered my hand
down, my fingers soon making contact with her slick pussy.  I pushed two
fingers against the wet folds and slowly invaded her cunt.  Natalie moaned
into my mouth as I flicked my wrists.  She pulled away, her eyes narrowed
and lips were trembling, "You're going to please us both."

   Trish then began to scream, riding my pummeling cock like a sex-starved
banshee.  Her hips became a blur, her blonde hair flying around and her
massive tits bouncing like crazy.  "Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!" she muttered. 
Trish then leaned forward and slowed down, grinding her hips back and
forth. She had this intense look on her face as raised her legs up,
releasing my dick from the velvet, slick flesh of her pussy before slamming
her ass back down.

   Her bouncing heavy tits quickly drew my attention and I needed to cup
them again.  Natalie somehow sensed this; she grabbed my free hand and
raised it to her mother's large orbs.  I love their relationship, how
casual they were with nudity and sex.  Trish groaned as I pinched her
nipples with her daughter still holding my hand.

   "Yessss...," Trish hissed, "Pinch them!" She then slowly rocked her hips
back and forth, grinding her cunt on my pole.  Her mouth was wide open
while eyes shut tightly; humming to herself as she rode my dick hard.  I
tugged on one of her erect nipples, making her moan even more.  I then saw
a hand reach and do the same to the other breast.  "YES!" Trish cried,
"Play with Mommy's tits!"

   Fuck this is hot!

   The hot, moist folds of her pussy tightened around my piston-like cock
as Natalie and I double-teamed her mother.  With one hand playing Trish's
tits, the other finger-fucking Natalie's slick cunt, I used all my
remaining energy to ram my cock.

   "Yes...  yes...  yes...  I am soooo...close!" Trish said, panting
between every word.  She arched her back, somehow taking more of my dick.

   "MOM!" Natalie cried, "He's making me cum!" She then shuddered and
whimpered, soaking my fingers with her delicious juices.  As I slid my
digits out of her cunt, Natalie immediately grabbed my wrist.  She opened
her mouth and sucked her cum off my fingers, driving me mad with lust.

   "Shit!  That's so hot!" Trish yelled, shaking and then letting out
another cry.  She crashed down onto me, her massive tits pressed against my
chest, her hard nipples scraping my skin.  Our lips instantly pressed
together.  I frantically tried not to cum as this gorgeous, pornstar-like
MILF fucked me.  Trish started to slam her cunt hard on my member, slowly
raised her hips and then slam her cunt back down.  Her blonde hair was
flying while her enormous tits swayed side to side.

   "Yes!  Yes!  Harder!" Trish begged me as she threw her head back and
pushed her tits in my face.  Seeing those big, milky tits bouncing in front
of me, I could only think of one thing.  My lips quickly went for her
nipple.  "Oh yessssss..." Trish hissed, "Natalie...he's soooo gooood!"

   "I told you," her daughter replied.  Natalie then leaned in began
sucking on my earlobe while casually groping her mother and me.

   As Trish bounced, I'd switched breast after each stroke, making her
groan I firmly sucked on her mammoth tits.  Our eyes met again as I bit
down on her nipple and Trish screamed, "YESSSS!  Oh my fucking God I'm
cumming!" I held her quaking body tightly and pumped her pussy even harder.
Her flesh felt blazing hot around my shaft, gushing copious amounts of her
juices as Trish's climax rippled throughout her frame.

   As Trish rode out that sweet post-orgasm high, I carried thrusting my
pulsating dick.  My tip was spewing precum and my balls were contracting, I
couldn't take it anymore.  "I'm going...cum," I warned them, ready to fill
her pussy with my hot, thick cum.

   Natalie had other ideas.  She pulled her mother of me and attacked my
cock like she was in a frenzy.  While Natalie bobbed her head, Trish had
recovered and moved next to her daughter.  She pushed Natalie away and
wrapped her lips around my tip.  "Fuck!" I grunted, running my hand through
Trish's hair as I felt her daughter's tongue roam around my balls.  Trish
pushed me back deep down her throat and feverishly mouth-fucked me.  It was
my turn to gasp and groan as I felt myself about to explode.

   I felt Natalie's tongue move off my balls and she looked up at me, "Cum
for us, cum in both our mouths!" she begged.

   There was it for me.  I started to cum violently, as hard as I ever did
in my entire life.  I grunted as blast after blast of sticky white spunk
shot out of my uncontrollable, spasming dick and into Trish's mouth.  She
carried on sucking, blowing me even harder.  Natalie pressed her face
against her mothers and started pumping my shaft.  She then replaced
Trish's mouth around my spurting dick, but the older blonde wasn't having
it.  Trish pushed her mouth against Natalie's and soon I had two sets of
lips on my dick, fighting for my cum.

   As I felt my orgasm slowly subside, Trish released my cock and grabbed
her daughter.  "FUCKING HELL!" I yelled as I watched her lick my cum off
Natalie's face.  The younger of the two then did the same to the other and
eventually, mother and daughter began kissing.  Trish slid her tongue in
her daughter's mouth, eagerly sharing my cum.  Soon they forget about me,
sensuously and incestuously kissing each for their own benefit.

   Natalie then broke from her mother and looked me, "I guess you know our
dirty little secret," she said with a big grin.

   I was about to open my mouth, but Trish crawled up on the bed to me,
covering my mouth.  "We'll explain every tomorrow.  Get some rest.  We have
big plans tomorrow."

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   to be continued....
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