Having your grades worsen and then having a terrible practice as basketball? That was my day. If I didn’t get my grades up by next month, I would be thrown from the team and have my mom brought in again to hassle me about my grades, not that either of us could actually care.

She never really gave a shit, and so I never found a reason too either, but we’d have to lie in front of my teachers so they wouldn’t get me flunked and trying to find a new school.

It didn’t matter however, as the day only got worse when we were told the busses went down. I’ve been texting my mom for the better part of an hour and she still hasn’t responded as I walked home, I hope she’s got an explanation for it.

I finally make it to the doorstep, unlocking the door as I head inside. I kick off my shoes to see plenty of pairs of high heels, I guess mom’s friends must’ve came over?

The suspicion was answered when I walked further in, wine and beer bottles adorned the kitchen counter and the step table before the TV. My mom her two friends sat around the area, all out cold.

At least I had an explanation I guess..

I sweeped the bottles off the various surfaces into a bag, taking it outside to the back and tieing it off. I left it outside and walked back in, really taking in the various dresses the women were wearing.

The one on the couch, Alyssa, was wearing a flowery dress with some frills. She was the introvert my mom would always try to get out more with those dorky glasses of hers, and even sleeping, her introversion showed.

Then on the chair next to my mom, Janice, the bad girl I guess I could call her. She was the one always looking to get the attention of passerbys, especially with her outfit tonight. She wore some really tight yoga pants to flaunt her marvelous legs, along with a tube top she knew was much too small.

Then there was my mom, who was the most flaunting of all. She was just your average woman, at least to me, but her dress said otherwise. She wore a thin dress that rode up her ass like no one’s business.

I’ve always taken a liking to my mom, she’s confident, willing to lie for me, and she certainly didn’t look too bad either. Her mumbling, however, certainly stopped me from staring at her too much. She didn’t really make words with her mouth, but I could tell exactly what she was saying.

“Yeah, lemme help you up.” I was about to take her arm over my shoulder, but I decided to be a bit more adventurous. My hands grasped behind her back and swooped under her legs, carrying her up and out of the chair. As she went up, so too her finger while she drunkenly exclaimed “supermaa..” her finger fell as quickly as it went up.

She giggled on as I ascended stairs, her smile quite intoxicating.. and infectious. I made it through her bedroom door, carefully setting her to bed and rolling the sheets over her.

Her hands stroked my head, with such a tenderly smile.. it almost didn’t allow me to notice our lips paired together. We sat a moment, letting her whiskey tongue run in my mouth a bit, savoring her.

She parted, and I gave her a sweet kiss on the head. She began to curl under the covers, my hungry body wanting more as I proceeded into my room. I grabbed some wrappers from a drawer that I’d probably need soon.

I went down the stairs and the two still sat out like lights, I decided the introvert should get some attention first, Alyssa could use some fun. She sat on the couch upright with her head hanging to the side, so I made my way in front of her, getting on my knees.

The good thing about her clothing is that it was loose, she was always going on about how she didn’t like her body, I would be one to disagree. As I ran my hands up her thin legs, scooting her dress higher and higher, her thin frame looked beautiful.

Her thin body probably could get in thousands of different positions, if she was conscious that is. I didn’t matter for now however, as her panties came down without a single hassle. It would be best to take this slow, I didn’t wanna wake the girl after all.

My hands were roaming all along her thighs, creasing and lightly prodding her folds, she occasionally would give an alarming gasp, but stayed nice and still. I wonder what could she be dreaming with this going on? Maybe she thought she was being pet by some man hunk? Or was it by a sly seductress?

It didn’t matter to me, because it was going to be my tongue she’d be feeling. My hot mouth latched on her and she let out quite a breath, so I sat still, not moving my tongue in the slightest.

She sat still yet again, time to continue.

In went my tongue, and her body responded in kind, shivering and quaking as my thick muscle worked its magic. Soon I could feel a dribble of her cream run down my cheek, it was nice to know she was dreaming happily as I worked.

So soon she was panting away, tongue plunging the depths, and my adventurous hands weaving up her dress to play with her bite sized tits.

Soon her body let me know it was done, releasing a torrent of cum down the sides of my mouth to my pleasant surprise.

I slowly crawled out from the womans curtain, and despite having the best head of her life, she stayed a sleeping angel.

However someone else had shown interest instead, my head whipping to the woman sat in the chair. Janice was mumbling something, but luckily I knew she was a heavy drinker, so it would only take a bit of convincing.

Going into a very confident walk, I approached the chair and established myself between her legs very quickly; her face seemed confused, so I showed her what I was all about.

Placing some hands behind her backside, I leaned in and grinded along the thin veil she called pants. Her moans signaled that my attempt was working quite well, as she grasped my thighs hard against her.

After a few minutes of convincing, I leaned back and started to free my throbbing mess; she hungrily grabbed my pants as well, but didn’t do much until I was free.

My cock bobbed about, her waving hands barely able to grasp it very well; I’ll give her effort where it’s due though, she could still stroke a man pretty well for being wasted.

Her hands eventually drifted, eagerly trying to peel off her tight pants to little avail. I rose my fingers to grip her pants; have you ever seen the table cloth trick? You’d swear that’s what she saw, as she was laughing at how easy I made it look.

Janice was certainly hungry for another trick, her hands were clasped around me trying to shove me in. However I objected and took my dick out of her hands, I used my left digits to ease her a bit, prodding and spreading her hole as my other hand digged out of my pocket.

As stupid as this was overall, I’d be dumber to not use any protection. So with a quick slide of my hand, my cock was now well equipped to show some magic. I rammed deep in her, brilliant lips giving a nice moan from deep within.

Speaking of party tricks, what kind of magic did she have to stay so tight? Her hawk grip on me made me ponder how old she really was, maybe she was just a 19 year old trapped in a 33 year old body?

It probably didn’t matter, as her cries let me know she loved it all the same. So at this point, I’d be stupid to not pounce on this woman’s lips, so I plunged my tongue deep into depths yet again. Her wavering body, clutched onto me still, slow beats ramming into her at our hot breath danced around our mouths. Talk about magical.

The body I hugged so dearly felt like an oven, so I took the time to stop and be a gentleman, peeling up her tube top and cooling her quavering titans for tits with my assisting tongue.

She loved all the assistance she could get apparently, as she gave her cries, I was pondering of it could wake our neighbors down the street. Yet all stayed calm as her violent shifts and shakes told me to halt.

I looked down to see her spilling cum around me, all dripping into the beautiful hardwood floor, you’d swear it was like a picasso painting when the spills stopped.

By the time I looked up, she was yet again fast asleep, she really slept like a giant. I wasn’t done yet, as I wanted a little more fun before I finished the night. Popping out came my cock, I whipped the condom to the floor and grasped her pussy with my entire hand, soaking it.

I then used that lovely cream to pump my hand along the shaft, firing rounds onto her sleeping figure. I panted, shivered, and moaned, this feeling was so glorious and fantastical.

After my adrenaline kicked down, I began running my tongue along her, lapping up my traces of cum from her face. This was what lured me into this, knowing how scandalous I could be without a single mouth to judge me. It was intoxicating with the level of control I had, knowing that none of them would ever know what happened.

I finished by dominating her sleeping mouth, parting to see her lay back in her chair not knowing a single thing. It was beautiful, but alas I knew the dream couldn’t stay.

I sighed, grabbing some paper towels and wiping up the two so no cum laid between their legs. I should get Alyssa first, she’d be the easiest.

I went before her and raised up her tight panties, resting her on her back, slowly drapping over a nice blanket that’d keep her cozy. Now came to pull a real magic trick, as I dressed Janice back up I wondered and contemplated how to do this..

Soon I felt my self gasping and grunting as I lugged her up the stairs; I love her thick body, but damn did it take a toll on me. Soon I panted as I laid her in bed, softly as I could. Thankfully the guest room was open.

So dragging covers over her, she quickly clutched the warmth and nodded to sleep.

I sat at her besside and just pondered, “could they ever want to do it without the beer?”