When mother is always is horny

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Flora sprawled out between father and son, her hands idly playing with their limp, slimy pricks. Her eyes narrowed and a small, wanton smile played over her full lips.

She was thinking about going to the office tomorrow morning and beating Olive Reynolds at her own game!

CHAPTER TEN

At quitting time the next afternoon, Olive buzzed Tom’s office on the intercom to tell them that she was leaving for the day. She also wanted to invite him over to her apartment for the evening. She buzzed him three times and he didn’t answer.

Strange, she thought. She knew he was back there. Frowning, she walked back to Tom’s office and knocked on the door. She glanced over at Flora’s office door and noticed that it was wide open. She didn’t appear to be in either.

When she was told to come in, she pushed open the door and her eyes popped wide open as she saw Tom and Flora seated on the office couch, sipping drinks and smiling at her.

Tom was wearing just his shorts. Flora was stripped down to a pair of G-string panties and a scanty bra that did nothing to conceal the large, upstanding melons of her tits.

After blinking several times in surprise, Olive smiled and said, “Excuse me. I didn’t mean to interrupt, uh, anything.”

“You’re not interrupting a thing, dear,” Flora cooed. “In fact, why don’t you come on in and join us for a drink?”

“Yeah, honey. C’mon!” Tom added, grinning widely.

“Well, uh, all right!”

Closing the door behind her, Olive crossed the office and sat down on the edge of the couch. Tom went to his desk and poured a healthy shot of bourbon into a tall glass and brought it back to her. Olive suddenly found herself seated between, the two of them, not quite sure what the hell was going on.

She took a long pull on her drink and turned to Tom. “I just wanted to tell you I was leaving for the day.”

“Oh, hang around for a while, why don’t you, honey?” Tom urged.

Olive glanced down at his crotch, her eyes seeing the huge bulge underneath his shorts, then looked over at Flora, noticing the way her surprisingly ripe body flied out her skin-tight bra and panties. She took another healthy swig of her drink.

“I wouldn’t want to, well, barge in on anything,” she murmured, a small smile playing around her lush mouth.

“Actually, Tom and I are glad you’re here,” Flora said, sliding closer to her on the couch. “You see, dear, Tom and I are fucking together now, along with his son and daughter and my son, and we were wondering if you’d care to join our little family.”

Olive looked startled. She’d been expecting them to ask her to join them, but the part about their children was a bit of a shock.

“You mean… you fuck with… your own… children?” she stammered, looking from one to the other.

“Yep!” Tom said, grinning warmly. “Me and my daughter, and Flora and her son and my son.”

“If you’d join in, we’d be more equal. Three on three!” She leaned forward slightly. Olive’s gaze automatically dropped to the deep cleavage between Flora’s large, heavy tit mounds.

“Besides,” Tom added with a chuckle, “you and I have already fucked more times than I can count.”

“And if you’re wondering about either Joey or Neil, let me assure you they’re really nicely hung, despite their age. And they both just love to fuck!” Flora added.

Olive finished the rest of her drink in one hasty gulp and put the empty glass on the small coffee table in front of the couch. Her face flushed and her big, fleshy tits heaved against the front of her blouse excitedly.

“I don’t believe it!” she whispered. “I just don’t fuckin’ believe it! And here I thought I was sex mad!”

“Have you ever made it with another girl?” Flora asked.

“Huh?” Olive jerked her head around, staring at her with wide eyes. “Well, uh, yeah… that is, uh, a couple of times.”

“Well, Heidi and I make it together all the time. I’m sure she’d love to suck you off! As a matter of fact, I’d love to myself! I’d just love to take all your clothes off and play with those big tits while I eat out your cute little pussy?”

Olive shifted nervously on the couch, trying to think of something to say.

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