Tania Mosswell was feeling an uncomfortable heat by nine o'clock. The Trent Porter team was in underwear and bras, but the Peterson Carter team was bare-ass naked. Sitting here now, watching Jenny's breasts sway as she dealt cards and admiring the swell of her thighs, Tania had to admit to herself that she was getting turned on. And Terry Carter was so beautiful in her condition. Her breasts hung heavily against the swell of her stomach and she did actually seem to glow.
Finally, Tania gave in. "I wonder if you ladies would mind me getting more comfortable?" she said, beginning to unbutton her own blouse. "I don't feel it would be fair for me to remain as I am why you reveal yourselves like this. Not fair at all."
There was no objection, and the ladies resumed play as she stripped to her own bra and panties. That helped cure the external heat, but it did nothing for the heat within her. She'd never done what she expected was about to happen, but felt that she could be drawn in very easily.
When Jenny and Terry lost another hand (after Patty and Emily had become braless) Tania found out just how a team could continue playing after losing everything they might bet.
"Okay, I guess you guys should show us how good you are at kissing," Patty said. "And if you want to play grab-ass at the same time, that's fine with me."
Jenny and Terry jumped up and met at Terry's end of the table. The two women embraced and then kissed with great ardor and movement of tongues. Of course their hands roamed, squeezing soft flesh and holding their bodies together. Of course Jenny kissed around Terry's neck so that she could fondle the full breasts that were beginning to drip milk in their excitement. Of course, Jenny's hands moved down to Terry's wet pussy.
And, of course, Tania couldn't help but move her own hands down to her groin, touching herself and wishing she dared to answer her need to masturbate.
When the ladies resumed play, it was clear that Patty and Emily were no longer interested in winning. When they lost the next hand, it was clearly on purpose.
"Now what?" Tania asked.
"You look like you want to play," Jenny said, noting the dampness of her panties and the excited rise and fall of her large breasts. "Would you mind if I helped you out of that hot bra?"
"I don't, well, no I wouldn't." Tania felt her whole body tingle. This was so dirty!
"Stand up."
Tania complied, her nipples already hard in anticipation of their exposure.
"Can I help you with those panties?" Emily asked. She was fully committed now, ready for anything, and what she really wanted now was to bring Tania fully into their game.
"Yes, you may," Tania said.
She shivered at the touch of Jenny's fingers on the clasp of her bra followed by Emily smoothing her hands down over her hips and then grasping her panties to pull them down. And, when Patty came over to kiss her breast without asking, Tania didn't mind at all. She stood there pretending that she was a prisoner, unable to deny her captors anything. She wanted to put herself in their gentle hands and let the evening go where it would.
The hand that stroked down to her sex confirmed her desire. She nearly collapsed at the touch on her clit. Laughing then, the ladies led her into the living room where Jenny got busy spreading comforters on the furniture and on the floor. She gave into their kisses and stroking touches and began looking to return their favors. She found a breast and lifted it, sucking at the nipple, and was rewarded by a spurt of mother's milk.
Oh, dirty fun, indeed.
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Danny and Elaine Porter would have moved around into the Mosswell yard, but Tillman Mosswell was just coming out of the house when they got there.
"Hi, Till," Danny said as he joined them on the sidewalk. They had gone to high school together and shared an interest in computers that bridged the new neighbor gap between them immediately. "What's up?"
"Nothing," he said. "Bored." He glanced at Elaine but pulled his eyes away quickly. She'd always intrigued him with red hair that nearly as curly as a black woman's hair, and skin that was so pale and yet highlighted with cinnamon colored freckles. All that, and she was beautiful, as well. Damn. "What are you guys doing?"
"That's a little hard to explain," Elaine said.
"Spying," said Danny.
They explained briefly what their mission was, but left out any reference to spying on him, and said how they were planning to check up on the Burtons and see what was on their TV. It didn't take much convincing to get Tillman to join them, though he thought it was all pretty stupid.
"Got nothing else to do," he said. "But don't you guys ditch me, or anything. Neighborhood would freak if they caught a black man peeking in their window alone."
"We got your back, Till," Danny said. "Come on."
Their first stop was the Adams house. This time, they were rewarded by the sight of Claudia Adams emerging from the shower.
"Oh my, oh my," Tillman sighed. "Look at her. She's like, like, oh my."
Elaine grinned at the reaction both boys had to the nude pregnant woman. "Don't jerk off this time, Danny," she whispered.
"Oh, shut up," Danny said, embarrassed. He started recording a video, glaring at his sister.
"So you been back here before," Tillman laughed. "Sister catch you getting down with yourself?"
"It was outside the Burton's window," Elaine said, trying to see if there was anything special happening in Tillman's pants right then. The night was too dark by then, and she could see nothing.
Claudia Adams finished drying herself and went into the bedroom. Unfortunately, that window was covered. End of show.
"You guys are weirder than I thought," Tillman said as they sneaked over to the Burton yard. He was thinking of what he'd just seen and trying to walk without too much discomfort. No wonder there is so much pregnant out there. She was hot. "You do this very much?"
"It's only our second time," Elaine told him. "We used to do it when we were kids, but we could never go out late enough to see anything really cool. Okay, now be quiet because it looks like the TV is on in their back room."
The TV was on, and it was playing a scene similar to the other night. On screen, the mother of the Porters' friend, Cathy Burton, was on a kneeling between the legs of Doris Burton, Cathy's aunt.
"Holy fuck," Tillman said, hotly. The Porter's shushed him right away.
Soon, Cathy's father joined the act, kneeling on the far side of the bed to put his hard cock into his sister's mouth while his wife pulled her legs up over her shoulders and got busy. It wasn't long before Kent Burton was spurting cum into Doris's mouth, and both of the boys wished they dared pull their dicks out and produce their own spurts of joy.
Elaine had a similar feeling, but she really wanted to have Tillman's cock provide the relief for her. If she could only think of a way to ditch her brother.
They watched the TV as the threesome was joined by Betty Burton, Cathy's 58 year-old grandmother. The woman was fit, tough sagging a bit. Danny was thinking that he'd fuck her while Tillman had decided that he would not.
Tillman wouldn't fuck any of the women on the screen. They all looked too much like somebody's mom. He'd fuck the girl standing beside him at the window. That's who he'd like to fuck.
Kent Burton walked off and Ralph Burton, the grandfather, moved in after a moment of picture movement when he apparently handed the camera to his son. He plowed his cock happily into the rear of his son's wife, who was still lapping the pussy of his daughter. His daughter was finger fucking her mother by then as the older woman stood upright at the side of the bed.
"These guys are all family?" Tillman was amazed.
"Yup. You remember Cathy Burton, don't you?" Danny asked. "Well the lady with old man Burton's dick in her ass is Cathy's mother. She's eating Cathy's aunt's pussy, and the aunt is giving her own mom a hand job. Freaky, right?"
"Yeah, sick puppies," he said.
"To each his own," Elaine said, somewhat defensively. "I bet your dick is plenty hard right now."
"Didn't say it wasn't a turn on. They ain't my family." Then he smirked. "Too ugly to be my family."
"I'd fuck them," Danny said. "Even grandma."
"You'd fuck a hole in the ground, you dip," Elaine put in.
"What about the Petersons?" Till said then, tired of the video that was clearly coming to an end on the TV.
"They're playing pinochle," Elaine said. "My mom's over there. Boring."
"Let's look anyway." Danny led the way next door, thinking that if his mother and Patty Trent were there anything could be happening.
The Peterson's dining room had a window opening on the back yard, but when they crouched at that window, the room was empty. Movement could be seen through the doorway to the living room, but they were just indistinct pale shapes. Elaine hurried around to see if any of the living room curtains were open, but the curtains were closed on both the side window and picture window. By tilting her head, Elaine could see a sliver of the other room, but it seemed empty. Then a pale form moved past the crack, followed by a dark form. She saw laughing lips, nipples, and pubic hair. She saw half of the face of Tillman's mom.
Elaine jumped back from the window, wondering what was going on and what she should tell the boys. Tillman sure didn't want to catch his mom here. She decided to pull them away as fast as possible, but it was too late when she got back to their perch at the dining room window.
"That's really your mom?" Tillman was whispering in Danny's ear. "Jesus, man, you believe this shit?"
"Yeah, sure do," Danny said, snapping pictures as Elaine joined them with a sinking feeling in her stomach. "Hell of a pinochle game."
"You taking pictures of your own mom?"
"No, the pregnant chick with her," Danny said. "Holy shit."
Emily was standing with her lips locked onto Terry Carter's breast and her fingers inserted in her pussy. A bottle of wine that she'd apparently come out to get sat forgotten on the table as Terry held Emily's head to her breast and let her head fall back in a sigh. She leaned her butt back against the table, allowing Emily's ardent suckling to push her back to lean on her elbows on the table and finally lay down while Emily straddled her leg, rubbing herself against her as she thrust two fingers into her pregnant cunt.
"Holy fuck." Tillman had to adjust himself, slipping a hand into his pants to unfold his hard-on. Of course Elaine saw him do it, but it couldn't be helped. "You mom's kinda kinky," he said to her quickly.
"So am I, once you get to know me," Elaine said, licking her lips.
"Get at room, you two," Danny whispered, watching his mother kiss down over the swelling expanse of Terry Carter's belly to kneel between her legs, fingers probing and tongue circling the swollen clit.
"Let's go," Elaine said.
"No." Both boys in unison. Then they laughed.
"Hey, if you don't mind me watching your mom eat snatch, I don't mind staying."
"If you like it so much, why don't you jerk off?" Elaine said. She kept her eyes on the door to the living room and prayed that Tania Mosswell wouldn't come into this room.
"Don't mind if I do," said Danny, but made no move to do so.