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The Hypnosis Spa

Part Two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

Breakfast was a relaxed affair that the family took together, although they split into their respective partnerships on either side of a rectangular table. On one side sat Mike, Stacie and Magrathe while Trevis sat on the other side, flanked by his daughters, Ashley and Rachel. It was all just as it needed to be, the gentlemen dressed casually in shorts, although Mike had gone bare-chested, as was the optional dress-code of the spa. It was relaxing to be so disrobed but even more so enjoyable, as they partook in pastries and fruit juices, to see the women of his family clad only in bikinis that highlighted their very best features.

The thing with the spa though was that it played with their minds, changing them as it pleased, the overseer taunting them with their lack of control. Not even Mike, however faint his grasp on his new reality may have been, knew where he was anymore as they separated after breakfast, simply enjoying his time with his lovers, his grandmother and his mother, as they made their way down to the leisure facilities and, most importantly, the whirlpool hot tub that Stacie was simply dying to try out.

She murmured softly to herself, letting out a coo of appreciation as she dipped a toe into the warm water, sinking in before offering her hand to Magrathe. Her heart leapt for her, the lady who joined her with the wisdom of the ages in the soft, gentle lines of her face, and, impulsively, Stacie kissed her, stroking her cheek as Magrathe trembled against her.

“You shouldn't surprise a lady with things like that," Magrathe chuckled, shaking a finger at Stacie, although there was a soft spot of colour in her cheeks that betrayed her enjoyment. “My, oh, my, how you've changed..."

What she remembered of the past and her relationship with Stacie, however, was by the by as Mike joined them, slipping between with a cheeky grin as a hand landed on one of their breasts each, right back where it belonged. Magrathe giggled and shook her head, though leaned back to enjoy the jets, letting her grandson do just as he pleased with her as he slid his hand under her pink bikini to fondle her breasts, fingers teasing and caressing across the nipple.

“You're so beautiful..."

Mike kissed her cheek and Magrathe's eyelids fell heavy, peering at him through lowered lashes, although she was simply comfortably tired and not trying to be coy. Why would she ever, of course, need to be coy with her sweet lover? Her daughter pressed up to her other side and the light in Stacie's eyes told her that there was something more afoot, a leg slipping over hers as Stacie tried to press in, as much as the water tugged and pulled at her body with the force of the bubbling jets.

Yet that time was for Magrathe and a cheeky tingle pulsed through her, excitement lighting up her veins in a hot flare of pleasure. Never before had her breasts been so sensitive as she arched her back and lifted them for the attention of her lover, feeling only his hands on her, tugging and squeezing, pulling back the strap of her bikini to expose a breast. She cared, of course, that her breasts were on show in the public area of the spa but only in such a way that her skin tingled wantonly, wanting to be on show, on display for all to see.

With a moan, she guided his head down to her tits, taking the lead in her gentle way, though Magrathe was not a woman either to be left out without what she wanted at the same time. Pleasure, yes... Yes, that was what a woman like her deserved and she floated on a sea of it, the jets caressing her, moist between the thighs even within her bikini bottoms, his lips closing on a nipple and suckling it so very gently up into his mouth.

Stacie moaned and dropped her chin onto her arms on the edge of the hot tub, enjoying the show with voyeuristic thrill. People had forgotten the pleasure to be gleaned from watching, she thought to herself, but there was a lust in it too, the simmering desire curdling deep with her warming her through, even though that warmth, truly, should have come from the hot tub. It was relaxing to simply sit there and to watch her son please her mother, tugging her bikini down all the way so that neither of her lovely, large breasts were contained. Why were they even wearing bikinis anyway? It didn't quite make sense to her but neither did it have to as Stacie murmured softly, letting them carry on without her as she pressed her thighs together, need flourishing where she fed it so sweetly.

“Mind if we join you?"

Trevis stood above them as Mike sucked his grandmother's breast into his mouth, his only reply for his father being a half-shrug. Let him join, let him stay, for there was only pleasure to be had between all of them with that fund at hand. Trevis, of course, was with Rachel and Ashley too and the ladies were not at all bothered by the older woman's breast teasing out before them, everyone slipping into the water together, although, the difference was that neither group recognised each other anymore.

As if he had never seen them before in his life, Mike smiled and sat up, his hands going to Stacie's breasts instead, teasing and squeezing them together just to see her cleavage, the many delights that her body did and could hold. Trevis' eyes were on him and, as if he wanted to show off his mother and her lusciously thick, curvy body, he pressed them together again, rolling and massaging her huge tits between his palms and fingers, expertly working her over as she panted lightly. Stacie's head rolled back against the side of the hot tub, a tickle of a whimper rising from her lips, though she was not alone in taking part in yet another nuance of such sweet sexual pleasure.

“Ohhh..."

Yet Trevis was not to be outdone as he chuckled and paid his due attention to his daughters too, although Ashley's hand had already crept in over his thigh under the cover of the bubbling water. Not that they had to be secretive, of course, about anything but she licked her lips keenly as she felt out the bulge of his cock, eyes wide and innocent, pure in her shyness even though that just wasn't the way she would have been normally. Her old personality had no place in the spa as she giggled and blushed and turned her face away, feigning that she wasn't doing anything wrong or strange at all, much less groping her father in a public hot tub.

Trevis kissed her sweetly, a flutter on her lips, though Rachel was just as needy, whimpering and kissing her father's neck until he acquiesced to her unspoken request, hands slipping into her bikini top and freeing her tits. Her breasts were the perfect size for her athletic, slim body and a good handful for a man experienced in the ways of love, like Trevis, groping and thumbing her nipples as she panted heavily, shuddering within his light hold.

“How long have you been here?" Trevis asked Mike and the others conversationally as if he didn't have his daughter's breasts in his hands at that very moment. “We only got in last night?"

“Last night too!" Stacie chirped, leaning forward as her nipples brushed the surface of the bubbling water. “What are the odds?"

Maybe another Trevis would have worked it out for her, the maths behind it intriguing him, but that Trevis only laughed conversationally as she was but a stranger to him, despite the many years and three daughters that they'd had together. She was as much a stranger to him as he was to her and Stacie still took his hand as he held it out for her to shake, not caring that it had been on a woman's breast only a moment before.

“Stacie."

“Trevis."

They introduced themselves politely but it was the twins that kicked things off, kissing and fondling one another, Rachel taking the kinkier lead as her hand slipped between her sister's thighs. Pressing up into her bikini bottoms, she found her snatch and let Ashley buck and moan, teased even as a bubbling jet pressed up against her sensitive areas. The flirting water tickled her pussy as much as her sister's fingers did and she squealed, toes curling, as the tenor of orgasm rose up within her just from that, need twisting back and forth as she braced on the wall of the hot tub as much as she felt she was able, lips parted and breathing heavily.

“Are you enjoying the spa?"

That came from Stacie, though even her words were breathy as she spoke, a hand between her thighs. She needed it, needed him, and yet they were out there where he was not yet paying her attention, the pulsating tremble of desire teasing through her as she cried out quietly. Though she could have disturbed them, something in her didn't want to interrupt and break the spell of lust, quivering in place as the water rippled out from her. With the jets quieter, anyone could have seen just how her hand disappeared down between her thighs, fingers buried in her soaked snatch, juices slick on her fingers as much as she could not bear to pull them out quite yet.

A little more. Just a little more.

The answers that came were in moans, however, conversation beyond them as both groups smiled at one another, seeming to know without actually having to say anything that was going to happen. Ashley was drawn back into her father's lap, facing the pool, and she moaned as he plunged into her, her swimwear only tugged aside enough to allow him the treat of her fresh, tight pussy. Her head fell back against his shoulder and he guided her hips to ride him gently, water sloshing and splashing up over the edge of the whirlpool tub, though that was very much the least of anyone's concerns.

His cock plunged up into her as if it was meant to be there, her pussy so tight even though Trevis did not know that she was his daughter. To him, she was just one of the fine, young women that loved him and that he loved too, their passion rising even as Rachel claimed his lips, kissing him fiercely. Her tongue tangled with his, the three of them one entity coming together in blissful endeavours, although it was only two of them that were destined to get off first, heady moans rising to fill even the tall, glass ceiling of the pool area and those facilities.

Mike was not to be outdone. Like Trevis, he, of course, had no idea who he was fucking except that they were his partners, his lovers. They were not related to him, of course not, his mind gone and slipped away, lust taking over. Nothing was his and yet everything was as the spa worked its mind magic over even him, winding around as he bent his mother over the edge of the tub, her pussy raised and flushed for his attention. He didn't tug her swimwear aside but rather tugged it down so that it trapped her thighs, laughing softly as he thrust into her with one smooth stroke of his shaft, his cock knowing exactly where it had to go to glean the most pleasure out of even that.

Her moans rose, Stacie's feet slipping and scrabbling as she so very desperately tried to find purchase, as difficult as that was at some times. The tub was just too slippery though, her feet trying and failing to find any sort of grip, chest heaving, at Mike's whim as he ploughed into her. He had no trouble finding his stance and laughed out loud for the sheer joy of filling her with his fat length of meat, following his bidding from her cries of more, to go harder, faster, to take her as she wanted to be taken.

Whether she actually managed to get out any words or not to say things to that effect was beside the point as he knew what she wanted, leaning into his own pleasure as it tangled deliciously with her own. In that moment, they were just two lovers enraptured by pleasure, heaving and moaning as her pussy closed around him, the light rub of her clit against the teasing edge of the hot tub (lucky that her hips were lifted a fraction) enough to get her screaming and squealing, rocking back against him as climax swelled. Stacie could not have held it back and neither did she want to as unbridled passion coursed messily through her over and over again. But she didn't have to be put together there, not the primed and primped religious woman she had been. And that was a good thing indeed as she cried out her pleasure again and again, not caring who heard her – hell, she wanted them to hear her! Let them see just how good it was to get fucked by a real man and see if anyone else too had the balls to stand up to her Mike!

Mike wasn't so concerned about that, grunting in the back of his throat as he rammed into her, her tits swinging and bearing down against the coolly damp floor, water splashing everywhere. It was something that those working at the spa were more than used to and any employees in the near vicinity turned a blind eye to what was going on, unless they were needed to offer fresh towels or some other sort of service, of course. Anything more was outside the scope of what could be expected from them at that time, though the spa owner was at his liberty to change that at any point. Whether they liked it or not...

There was more to the spa than any of them could have anticipated, Magrathe whimpering as her eyes met with Rachel's, the young woman desperate for attention. Yet their time to be introduced more intimately to one another would have to wait, panting breathlessly as their other lovers were taken so sweetly, given the very same pleasure that every last one of them wanted for themselves.

Stacie's cries echoed off the walls as Mike fucked her harder than ever, leaning over her as his feet braced against the opposite side of the tub. It was a strange angle but an effective one, judging by her cries, angling his hips just so, his cock grinding over her G-spot with each and every stroke. And it was those very same strokes that came with ever-increasing fervour, skin damp with more than just water as he pounded her for all he was worth, her sloppy pussy gripping and squeezing him, however soaked in her own juices she already was.

Mike snarled, a raw, ragged cry breaking from his open mouth as orgasm washed over him. His skin prickled through with untold warmth that was not from the whirlpool tub and, in that moment, even the bubbling jets proved to be too much sensation, taking his mind from the plunging ecstasy wrapped around his cock. Her folds teased him so wonderfully, coaxing pump after pump of cum from his nuts, that swinging sack promising so much more if only his mother was willing to take it from him. He poured everything he had into her tightly squeezing passage, head spinning, yet he would not have pulled back for the sake of wanting to please her, to make her feel good, even as he took his ecstasy from her lovely, luscious body.

Trevis was barely aware of what was going on around him, wrapped up in Ashley's cunt as he powered up into her, finding more purchase from his position with a rougher part of the whirlpool tub with greater grip under his feet. Growling softly in the back of his throat, he controlled every last one of his daughter's movements not with his hands on her hips any longer but her breasts. And it was her firm, full tits that he hefted up on full display, nipples poking between his fingers, the pale cream of her skin gleaming with a sheen of water. Squeezing them hard, he got her to fuck his cock harder and faster, slamming her hips down in a slosh of water even as their activities ramped up, everything heating up around them. There was so much at the spa left for them to try and yet only so much time as her shriek rose to a cry of pure, orgasmic pleasure, pussy squeezing his cock in a rippling, erotic massage, her head falling all the way back to his shoulder.

Mike pulled from his mother's pussy as Magrathe looked on but there was still so much to enjoy there, Ashley panting heavily as if she just couldn't get enough oxygen into her lungs. She was quite alright, of course, but the rippling, tingling tension lacing her body could not be denied and she would have been a fool to think that that was at all possible, breasts rolling into his hands as she gasped for what breath she could take in. One orgasm after another drove through her, a force that was coming whether she was ready or not, her pussy soaked and sloppy, clenching down on her father's dick as if her body too howled in anticipation of what more was to come. For, with him, there would always be more.

Yet Trevis had to have his own high too, even though he thought himself quite virile and studly, chest puffed up with masculine pride. He fucked his daughter thoroughly as he rammed into her, pulling her down roughly on his cock as her cries rose, every muscle in his body seeming to tense for a heartbeat of a moment before that timely release at long last. His balls churned, spilling his load, every part of him engaged in the act of seeding her full, cum spurting into her, although there was no way to tell what was his and what was hers as it drooled out of her to mix with the water in one delicious cocktail.

His hands squeezed down on her breasts as Ashley moaned loudly, bleary-eyed as if she was not quite with her senses. Her breasts tingled and she could not stop herself from leaning into his touch as if she felt something more there for her to take, breath short and panting, desire still rising. Just how much need could be contained in one body? She would not be the one to find the limit of it even as Trevis pulled out from her pleasantly sore pussy, spending the last erotic dribbles of cum over her thighs and the strained stretch of her pinkly flushed folds.

As soon as her father was done with Ashley, however, Rachel was on him, pulling him up to sit on the side of the whirlpool tub, his softening cock on full display. She wasn't going to let a treat like that go without the very attention she could give it and slurped him up into her mouth, letting him harden up again. She didn't question how he was able to get hard again so swiftly as that was just something that happened, in her eyes, something that was made possible by the spa. He was so lustful there that he could not help, surely, but get hard again in an instant, the tip of his cock sliding over her tongue, her cheeks hollowing to suck as hard as she possibly could.

She had him right where she wanted and needed him, putting on a show, buttocks raised, though it was not one that was destined to continue for long as Mike rose, skin flushed and warm and a smile on his face.

“You'll have to excuse us!"

It did not come with a genial air but a cheeky one – not that anyone was going to complain. He grinned like the cat that had gotten into the cream (and drank it all down too!) as he led away his mother and grandmother, the ladies of his life. They hung on his arms and they hastened along their way, dripping water as they went, although their room was, of course, not all that far. Whereas Mike was covered up again and decent for a casual environment in his swim trunks, the ladies had not bothered to pull up their bikinis and giggled, bumping into each other as their breasts swayed teasingly, showing off what they had to offer even as he intended too to greedily snatch it up for his own.

That wasn't like Mike though. Mike was shy, Mike was quiet, Mike never did anything new. So why had he gone out on a limb and thrown caution to the wind in taking them to the spa in the first place? That was a question that his lustfully blank mind did not care about at that moment in time and, gratefully too, he didn't have to worry about as the door to their room closed on his heels, revealing the delivery that he'd ordered in placed next to the bed.

Dry for the moment, Stacie sat back on the bed and took everything that he handed her, giggling and squealing as if she couldn't believe her eyes. She even held her fingers, trembling dramatically, to her lips as he unearthed just what had been dropped off for them, a collection of kinky sex toys all designed for mutual pleasure (well, even if one of them was the user and the voyeur in that scenario). There was so much there that she simply did not know how or where to begin, moaning and whimpering softly as she pawed through them, a dildo clasped in her left hand as if she had forgotten, somehow, that it was there.

Of course, Mike knew more than well enough what he wanted her to do and teased both of them, handing them the lube as he sat back to enjoy his own kind of show, hard cock jutting up as he perched on the bed, legs kicked out straight before him. Magrathe giggled cheekily, stripping off her bikini in full, letting her daughter lie back for the dildo that so badly needed to be buried in that sexy little pussy of hers.

“Relax, sweetie..."

Her croon tickled at Stacie's ears as the toy teased itself deeper and deeper into a snatch that could not have been any more ready for it, as much as she moaned. Stacie groaned and tried to rock her hips up, though Mike's hands on her tits kept her where he wanted her to be, groping and kneading, using and admiring her body as was his every right to do. All the while, the dildo pushed up more and more deeply inside her, her body taking every last inch as if that fat length of silicone was what it had been waiting for all along. A woman like her, after all, had more needs than even her son could meet in such sweetly rampant lust.

There was more to come, so much more, and the lubricant was sorely needed as her mother probed her anal ring, slipping slippery fingers inside to prepare her for her first ever anal experience. The anal beads glinted in translucent blue, a thin strand of silicone connecting one to the next so that they would not become lost, a fat ring at the base that would prevent them from slipping too deeply up inside Stacie. And yet the sensation of something teasing up within that no longer forbidden hole had Stacie grunting softly, eyes wide, trying to contain her need as she twisted and tried to rock up, Mike's hands firmly keeping her in place. Of course, her breasts were the perfect handle for him to hold, squeezing down lusciously as her flesh pushed up against and between his fingers.

“Ohhh..."

Such a moan. Magrathe smiled and giggled as she fed bead after bead up into her daughter's anal passage, though she still only saw a lover before her and not her daughter. Hypnosis worked in strange ways and yet only the best ways as she got to experience so much that would never have come to pass if not for them being at the spa, heart full with the thrill of it all. There was nothing like that special shiver of exhilaration that came as she took in Stacie's moans, the pleasure of pleasing her making her wet between the thighs. She could not bear to press her legs together and seal away her lust though, keeping Stacie's legs up and out of the way with the back of her arm as she worked the beads back and forth slowly, popping them in and out of her anal passage as her daughter's gasps rose quickly in stringent fervour.

Mike did not waste any time either, taking advantage of the situation and kneeling over his mother's face as he fed his cock between her parted lips, a treat that she was only too willing to suckle down. She needed something to distract her as everything heated up, body crawling with prickling tension, the electric thrill of it all almost too much to bear. His cock was the perfect tonic for that as she sultrily drew him up into the back of her mouth, swallowing at just the right time, the position allowing him to easily fill her mouth and tickle the back of her throat.

He could not stay there for long, however, and she groaned around him, subtle vibrations travelling into his length, as he thrust slowly, feeling out the position, how the bed moved and bowed with the spring mattress beneath him. There was so much to take in and he was going to enjoy every last little moment of it as he grunted thickly in the back of his throat, hunched over as he tugged at her nipples. He simply wasn't willing at all to let her breasts go without the attention that they deserved, pulling at her nipples and squeezing them in the lightest, most teasing, of pinches, sensing just how much her body could take and then pushing the boundaries as her limits rose.

The closer his mother was to orgasm, the more she could take. And there was a fair show going on before him too, Magrathe using her years and experience (such a travelled lady she was in the art of sexual desire!) to best please Stacie, shoving a dildo into her too as her pussy enveloped the thrusting length, a faux-cock that, sometimes, could be even more pleasurable than the real thing. There would be nothing quite like Mike's cock for either of them, however, as much fun as they could have with his kit of sex toys, the popping, teasing anal beads driving her on and on in a way that she could never have imagined before.

Stacie gasped open-mouthed around his shaft but he demanded more, thrusting and sealing her moans away with a roll of his hips. He was the one in control there, truly, the one who could take it all, even though he was unaware that there were parts of his mind that he could no longer even access, drawing on memories that were not there. Remember that time in the park when he'd fucked Stacie over a bench? Mike growled softly, flushed and driving, orgasm luring him on. That had been hot... Maybe he could do that at the spa, out in the gardens, when the weather was nice too. And there had been that time in the sea on holiday too, holding her up as he slid into her over and over again while there were even still late beachgoers on the shore enjoying themselves.

Yes... But no. The memories were there, real to him but false all the same. But Mike did not need to know that. All he needed to know was that what he thought he remembered was simply delicious and something that he wanted to live and play out over and over again. There was so much, of course, for him to do with his two lovers and he snarled softly as he pinched his mother's nipples with a rougher hold, firmer and coarser with her body than ever as Magrathe brought her to a shattering orgasm.

Her moans rose and Stacie squirmed, clenching down hard on the anal beads and the dildo even though both of those things were not enough to really stretch her out. Yet there was still the pressure to be had between her two passages, the toys pressing up against one another through a thin barrier of flesh, ecstasy rising, blocking out even the dully roaring pound of her heart in her ears. Mike laughed loudly, though it was a release of tension and not of amusement at her predicament, their bodies coming together in passion that was only destined to rise as his attention wavered, a door closing down the hallway outside their bedroom door.

Soon, however, Trevis and his ladies joined them in the adjoining room, though it was obvious what was going on as their moans rose through the walls. The soundproofing in that hotel truly was dreadful but it wasn't going to be something that bothered anyone all that much since, well, they were all in the same boat there. Everyone knew that everyone else was getting up to good fun and nobody minded that.

Rachel lay flat out on the bed, her lips buried up against her sister's pussy, slurping and suckling, drawing her clit into her mouth. Yet that was not the main event at hand for her as she tried with all her might to concentrate, panting heavily and twisting back and forth, her father between her legs as he crammed his cock deeply up into her hungry cunt all over again. A few rounds of sex, of course, would never be enough for those that loved each other as much as they did, hips working furiously, intent on that heady rise of pleasure all over again.

Ashley ground down onto her sister's mouth, groaning and twisting her head away shyly as if she could not take the pleasure, although her father's hands on her tits demanded that she pay the situation at hand its due attention. There was nothing else for her but to focus and let everything come through as it was going to, the feel of an eager tongue pushing up into her pussy raising her lusts tenfold. Panting heavily, she bore down, barely able to control herself, but little did the young woman know, even then, that she was in a safe place where, finally, the need to even be in control had already been completely given up by her.

Trevis grunted thickly, pounding Rachel heavily, rocking her down into the bed and the squeaking mattress. There had been sex toys to pull out in his room too but he did not pause for a single beat as he twisted, skilfully managing to ease up a thicker rod of beads, firm and rigid, into his daughter's anal passage even as he roughly and crudely fucked her pussy. Her body, after all, was so luscious that just who, let alone him, would have been able to resist it? She squealed and twisted beneath him but he could not spare a thought for that, cramming in every last inch of it up into her backdoor entrance, letting her tighten up around it.

There was so much going on, too much, but they all had to come together in ardent passion, heaving out moan after moan as three bodies rocked and groaned all as one being. There was no telling one from the other as Ashley squeezed her sister's tits together, crying out as she climaxed on her face, massaging and manipulating her sweetly firm breasts as her father took his pleasure from her twin.

There was always more to go around as she rolled her hips up to her father's thrusts, fuller than she'd ever been before and, still, needing more. How could that be? She hungrily pushed her face up into Ashley's cunt, licking and swirling her tongue around, although she was too far gone and not at all with herself, barely aware of what she was doing. But that was quite alright as she moaned, twisting back and forth, the scent of her sister's pussy enveloping her, along with the lingering aroma of the pool that they had only recently left.

Trevis' eyes hungrily took in her tits too, how Ashley squeezed them together, passions coming together in the very best of ways. He groaned softly, wanting more, need flourishing deep inside him, a churning, tightening spell of desire that he could not hold back and had no want to either.

He had his ladies right where he wanted them. Why should he not enjoy himself?

It was not the religious way but he was not a man wrapped up in religion anymore as he moaned out his lust and spilt his seed deeply up into her pussy, more and more filling her. It felt as if he was going to orgasm forever but there was always an end, no matter how much his balls ached for more, every fibre of his body tingling, pressing forward for her. She was so kinky, so lustful, her cunt closing and pulsing around his cock as she milked him through her own climax. And then there was Ashley sitting on her face, bearing down, her tits on full display as she threw her head back and cried out more than one climax, one rolling into the next as she whimpered brokenly, riding a high that was hers and hers alone.

Mike had no intention of being all that far behind his father, however, flipping his grandmother over and bringing her up against him so that her back was to his chest, her tits in his hands. A thick dildo pushed up into her anal passage and he claimed her pussy with a single, heady thrust, filling her to the brim as Stacie howled and screamed through orgasm, half-sitting on her mother's knee as she squeezed in as close as she possibly could.

Mike blinked, his grip on reality twisting and shivering sweetly, teasingly. Wasn't he fucking Magrathe? Oh, how he was toyed with, Stacie suddenly sitting down on his cock, taking him deep up into her anal passage, his shaft still hard and dripping after his first orgasm, need rising and rising as if there was simply no end to it. But he was a man that did not need a break between climaxes, his passion so high that he could stay hard and keep fucking the ladies that were more than simply his girlfriends, everything to him.

Stacie pushed down on his cock, sitting back, her anal passage stretched and strained, closing around him as her body bore down. There was little that she could do besides take the pleasure, a fat dildo stretching her pussy at the same time. Her breasts tingled in his hands, nipples warm and wanton, perking up into little peaks that he lusted for still, pulling and rubbing, rolling them between a thumb and a finger simply for the raw delight of it all.

And then there was something heavy on her tits, a pair of nipple clamps pulling them down as she whimpered and squealed, orgasm thrumming through. How something like that, swinging and tugging, could make her climax was beyond her but that was by the by as she pushed down on his cock, pleasure overcoming all else.

Magrathe, again, lay back for her grandson's cock, an under bust corset showing off her tits as she slathered his cock in warming gel, increasing the pleasure for him even as he plunged into her, using her breasts for leverage. In his hands, they no longer sagged but, for a moment, appeared as tight and perky as they had in her younger years, lust coming through strongly as he filled her wet pussy. There was so much there for him to take and he was almost overcome with so many options presented before him, groaning deep in the back of his throat as he howled and cried out, ignorant to the needs of the other even as Stacie posed before him.

Yet he did manage to look up just in time to see his mother in a lingerie set that had cut-outs over her nipples and pussy, leaving everything easy to access, a vibrator plunged into her as she moaned and pushed down on it. There didn't seem to be anything that her lust would not push her to as she moaned for him, putting on her own kinky show, Mike's gasp the last sound he made as he climaxed at long last, his nuts tightening up just a fraction closer to his body in the moment before the deluge of cum hit him.

It poured forth thickly and he pressed his head down against her shoulder, Magrathe's breasts filling his line of sight, everything he could take in at that moment. There was nothing else for him but the teasing prickle of sensation, his dick hard and soaked in her juices, as deep as he could possibly keep it, all for his ultimate pleasure.

Mike groaned, his head spinning pleasantly as if he'd had one too many drinks. Yet he was completely sober, his women around him, more pleasure only lying ahead.

One fuck would not be enough for him to end the day.

To be continued in part three...