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Mom was big into baking pies. Very big. Every day her and my 18-year-old sister, Amy, could be found puttering around the kitchen making their newest creation.
But they weren’t for us.
That's where the boys and I found her this afternoon. Jake produced a bottle of free use and passed it around and that was all it took.
Now we were each able to partake of mom and sis's pies all we wanted.
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Mom was big into baking pies. Very big. Every day her and my 18-year-old sister, Amy, could be found puttering around the kitchen making their newest creation.
But they weren’t for us.
That's where the boys and I found her this afternoon. Jake produced a bottle of free use and passed it around and that was all it took.
Now we were each able to partake of mom and sis's pies all we wanted.
There were four of us 18 to 19-year-old college jocks. Stan was the eldest at 19, Roger, Jake and I were the 18-year-olds.
Amy and I had been born at opposite ends of the year, making us both technically 18. Sounded weird to me, but that's what they told me. Maybe she was adopted? Who knows.
Anyway, as we drank the free use in my bedroom, we plotted our little soirée. It was dangerous - after all, what if this shit didn't work? But we all agreed that both Amy and Mrs. K were so fucking hot that it didn't matter.
READ MOREOne thing we all agreed on, though: no talking to each other. Grunting was okay. Giving orders to the ladies was fine. Everything else? No.
The three of us a collective nervous ball of energy, we quietly stripped out of our clothes and walked into the living room.
"Shh!" I put my finger to my lips. "Remember, no holes barred. If you can get your dick into it, do it.
Mom was in front of the stove, stirring something so I snuck up behind her first and wrapped my hand around her mouth so she couldn't scream.
"Take off your apron, mom. NOW!" I growled into her sexy ear. Mom tried to turn around, but I wouldn't let her.
"What's going on?" She hissed.
Roger and Jake descended upon my sister.
Amy was a tall, athletic blonde. Long hair, pony-tail, bee-stings, the works. She was the epitome of a hot chick. Both of them were wearing very pretty summer dresses that would quickly be tossed aside.
As we began to ravage our marks, Stan wisely turned off the oven. That's why he was paid the big bucks.
I simply couldn't wait to get mom out of her fucking dress and began ripping it off her sexy, mature body. She gasped and tried to cover herself up, but I yanked her hands away so that my eyes could molest her.
Sis's eyes were wide and she looked like she wanted to bolt, but because of the free use she couldn't. She had to stand her ground and let the boys use her any way they desired.
I definitely wanted a piece of her ass, but I'd been dreaming about mom for as long as I could remember.
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