Mum/Son Chess Tournament Ch. 13

As coincidence would have it, that evening Luce had decided on her schoolmistress clothes. After all, she reasoned, she would be teaching young Chesi something new, something requiring his utmost attention...

When she opened the door to bungalow 105, JoAnne and Chesi saw she'd put her hair up in a severe bun and was wearing a white blouse and grey skirt, covering up a good deal more skin than JoAnne, with her translucent sundress over nearly transparent bra and panties.

Chesi remembered his own teachers, about coming home and telling JoAnne how he couldn't keep his eyes off them, how he clumsily tried to hide his erection if they made him stand up to recite. That conversation was what turned the morning milkings, formerly an occasional treat, into a regular, essential ritual!

JoAnne, for her part, recognized immediately that Luce wasn't wearing clothes, but rather a costume. The blouse was so tight the buttons struggled to hold it closed and her nipples, even if they hadn't been stiffening a bit with anticipation, would have made their presence known as little hills in the white fabric. Her stockings were black, tightly woven fishnet, and she perched on insanely high heels that accentuated her calf muscles. It was an outfit a stripper or an intimate photo shoot would begin with. JoAnne wondered why she hadn't completed it with old-fashioned frumpy eyeglasses.

"Come in, come in!" Luce waved them through the door into the little sitting room, where Gerry waited, wearing a silk robe that almost reached to his knees, "Let's sit and talk a little before we get down to getting down, shall we?"

Luce made Chesi sit next to her on one sofa, while JoAnne and Gerry sat across from them.

"Strange experience, isn't it," she said, patting Chesi's thigh, "Having a woman suck your cock not two minutes after you've met her for the very first time?" When she leaned forward, he caught a hint of cedar bath oil. Not seductive perfume, just something a professional woman might wear as a matter of routine. But it was... memorable.

Chesi remembered. Not just her, but his matches with Anne and Waverly too.

JoAnne looked at Gerry, who smiled and said, "Don't say "strange" please! Say "exciting" at the very least, or even "heavenly." At least, that's how I would describe the experience!"

They all laughed at that, then Chesi agreed, "One of the better blowjobs, Ma'am. Thank you indeed!"

"And thank you, young man, your sperm is quite the delicacy!" Luce replied. "And now we've invited you here to our little playhouse to show you another, even more exciting experience, for the first time. That is," she looked at JoAnne, "Have you and your boy had that experience yet?"

"No," said JoAnne, truthfully and with even franker language, "Anal sex has never been my thing."

Luce refrained from the cliché, "How do you know if you haven't tried it?" and merely nodded to acknowledge everyone had their own individual style.

"For most women," Luce was addressing Chesi now, "It's rather more of a spiritual experience than a sexual one. Women don't have that sensitive little nubbin of a prostate. A woman's G-spot is located elsewhere, as I'm sure you've been taught."

"Indeed he has!" said JoAnne proudly, thinking of her boy's fingers curling up inside her vaj to stroke that special spot, while his lips and tongue were busy with her clit.

"So, for the first round at least," Luce answered her, "I'm going to have to ask you to be an audience of one, because I'm going to need both my boy and yours."

"The videos on offer here on the telly are quite charming," JoAnne said, "But nothing compares to the spectacle of a live performance!" She, consciously or unconsciously, slipped a hand to her lap and made to stroke her crotch.

"I'm so glad to hear that," Luce said, standing up, "The couples that come here are almost all up for sharing, but one always wants to be polite and ask."

"Of course!" JoAnne agreed, slipping her hand under the hem of her dress.

"Let's start the show then, shall we? I'll do the first button," she reached to her high-necked collar and undid the top button, "Our young men will do the rest."

Chesi and Gerry stood up and eagerly went to work, Chesi unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on her blouse, Gerry unzipping the zipper at the back of her skirt, taking it down and helping her step out of it.

"That's it," she said with a smile, "Everything but the bra and the garter belt and stockings!"

Chesi wondered why she didn't want to display her breasts, then he realized, as he struggled to take the blouse off -- there were even buttons at the cuffs he had to unfasten! -- that the bra was only there for support. The black lace prevented the sag he'd seen on the nude beach, but covered almost nothing. No wonder the nipples and areolae made such well-defined outlines under the white cotton of her blouse!

Her panties were black lace too, with bows at the hips. Each boy pulled one bow and the triangle of fabric fell, revealing her greying bush.

"Would you like to keep this as a memento, Chesi dear?" she asked as he went to put her panties on the sofa with the skirt and blouse.

"I'd be honoured, Ma'am!"

"Put them in your pocket then," she said, "I like being in a boy's memories!"

JoAnne wondered how many boys were walking around the resort now with a pair of black lace panties smelling of cedar bath oil and Luce's desires tucked into their trouser pockets, so near their teenage cocks. She could feel her own warm juices rising between her pussylips at the thought of it.

"Well then," Luce said, sounding more like a schoolmistress the less clothes she wore, "Take a look here," she moved her feet apart and bent down, surprisingly limber, to touch her fingertips to the floor. "You see the two entrances to a woman's pleasure palace. They are most profoundly different. Chesi, name one difference!"

"One is much, um, much tighter?" He felt like a schoolboy in some surreal anatomy or health principles class.

"Very good!" she flexed the muscles of her buttocks and thighs to make the "tighter" orifice wink saucily at him, "And what else?"

Chesi blinked in confusion, then saw the pink between her pussylips was so wet it was starting to drip out and trickle down her thighs. "One produces its own lubrication and one does not?"

"Excellent!" she stood up slowly, moving her feet back together, "And that is where your work shall begin!" From the table beside the couch, she picked up a crystal jar and handed it to Chesi, telling him to sit down again, this time in the center of the sofa.

On the little jar was carved the inscription, "The Fire of Love and the Sweat of Truth."

Then, to his surprise, she stretched herself across his knees, as if she were about to receive a spanking! So strange, a teacher -- even a naughty teacher in fishnets and high heels, her naked rump, complete with tan lines from a very skimpy bikini, right there before his eyes -- being disciplined by a student!

"Mmm," Luce sighed as Chesi gingerly stroked her buttocks, "I like a man's touch!" Then, after a few seconds more, "You have the special lubricant for," she giggled, "The VIP entrance?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he said, opening the jar.

JoAnne was feeling her own lubrication starting to dampen her panties just then, so she slipped them off, raised her skirt and hooked one leg over an arm of the sofa. Chesi was busy opening the jar and dipping out the cool, clear gel. Luce had her head down, so Gerry was the only one who noticed right away.

He'd seen JoAnne on the beach, of course, but her pussylips had been diffidently closed then. Now her pink, as wet as Luce's, if not more so, was unashamedly exposed. She saw the boy staring, and explained, "You are providing me with quite a show," she twirled an index finger around her swelling clitoris and whispered to the boy, "No reason I shouldn't provide you with a little performance of my own!"

"No reason at all," Gerry whispered back, his eyes moving back and forth from Chesi's fingers probing Luce's backdoor to JoAnne's fingers opening her vaj wide and teasing her clit.

Luce, meanwhile, had gone into full-on teacher mode. "It's a little thicker and creamier than what you might be used to," she said, thinking of the boy wanking to MILF (or GILF!) videos with a tube of ordinary KY by his side. "Take your time and work it in nice and easy. But thoroughly! Nothing kills passion like having to stop in the middle and repeat the boring prep work from the start, right?"

"Right!" Chesi agreed, though it was far from boring, rubbing his slippery lubed fingers along the cleft between her arse-cheeks, carefully probing deeper until he found the nubbly muscle ring of her anus.

"There we are!" She exhaled as the tip of his index finger started to penetrate, "Get the love-butter in as deep as you can. I've seen the size of your tool!"

Encouraged, Chesi scooped out another large dollop of gel and massaged it in as deep as he could, feeling the tightness slowly relaxing around his index finger.

"Now two fingers," she instructed, her breath coming a little faster now, "Give you an idea of what that big, eager cock of yours will feel when we get to the main event!" She paused, taking his index and middle fingers in together, both as far as they would go. "Different than any vaj you've ever been with, hmmm?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he said, slowly withdrawing his fingers. He didn't tell her that the only vaj he'd ever made love to was JoAnne's.

"Right then," she stood up with a bouncy energy quite unlike her languid sprawl lying across Chesi's knees and enjoying his superbly intimate massage, "Let's find the bedroom in this place, shall we?"

They all stood up, JoAnne leaving her panties behind and reminding Chesi to wash his hands, both of which were now slick with "love-butter."

Gerry quickly removed his robe -- he was nude underneath, of course! -- and reminded Chesi to undress as well.

When they were all assembled in the bedroom they found, next to the king-size bed, there was a comfy armchair, almost as if Luce had expected a single spectator, an audience of one.

"Now then," said Luce, putting her right arm around Chesi's shoulders and her left around Gerry's, "I want to thank JoAnne for sharing you," she turned and gave Chesi a quick peck on the cheek, "Being pleasured by two healthy young men is something an old lady dreams about!"

JoAnne smiled broadly, taking in the tableau of a grey-haired (both the hair on her head and the generous bush of curly grey pubic hair between her legs) lady flanked by two boys proudly sporting good-sized erections.

"Chesi and I enjoy sharing," JoAnne took a seat in the chair provided. "As they said back on Abbey Road, the love you take makes equal love for you in the end!" she hiked up her skirts and lifted her legs, hooking them over the well-cushioned arms of the chair, "Make love for me! I enjoy being a spectator sometimes!"

Both teenage cocks twitched, straining harder, when JoAnne reached between her legs and pulled her pussylips apart, opening up her very wet vaj, and revealing the pink muscles inside, slowly pulsing. She saw Luce's tongue slipping out and flitting across her lips. The boys didn't see this, they were mesmerized by JoAnne's body, half wishing she would take off her sundress and brassière, half excited by the ultimate upskirt fantasy.

"If it were just me and you," Luce turned to Gerry, "I'd sprawl out on my back," she pushed him down on HIS back, "And pull my knees up by my ears and let you do all the work! But," she straddled the boy and lowered herself onto his penis. "OoooOOOOOHHHH!" a long moan as Gerry's male organ disappeared slowly. "I'm so wet!" she exclaimed, when she was finally seated, careful not to put too much weight on the boy's testicles, "It usually takes much longer to get me ready, but I've been fantasizing about this threesome since," she gave JoAnne a wink, indicating she'd not been forgotten, "Since we met on the beach!" She gave Gerry a long, slow tongue-kiss, "This nice couple on the nude beach."

Her arse-cheeks had opened as she bent down, her other love tunnel opening seductively. "Chesi," she breathed, already very excited from Gerry inside her, slowly starting to move his hips, "I want you inside me. Take it slow and careful, my virgin backdoor man, but I need you now!"

He knelt down and carefully positioned the head of his penis (now dripping with the natural lubricant of boyish pre-ejaculate) at the most intimate possible place of a woman's body.

"I must have you, Chesi," she said, with the instructing voice of a schoolteacher growing impatient, and he obeyed, pushing in slowly and gently, but not stopping until he'd hilted himself in her tightest orifice.

The tight grip moving down his shaft to the root was something he'd never experienced before, not even comparable to being wanked by a thumb and just the middle finger forming a ring to stroke his cock.

"Can you feel yourselves together inside me, boys?" she purred, "So close, millimetres apart, but not touching!"

"Yes, Ma'am!" they both answered, drawing the words out with a moan.

JoAnne moaned too, not because she was seeing two cocks simultaneously penetrating a horny grey-haired (but fit and athletic) woman, but because she could see the boys' smooth-shaven testicles, full-up and aching to release their boy-juice, were most definitely TOUCHING!

Rubbing, rolling, teenage balls caressing each other with each thrust as the boys began to move their hips. JoAnne's fingers began to move faster, a middle finger making circles with her clit, a middle and index pumping in and out of her vaj. Her lips parted, she struggled to keep her eyes focused on the three lovers.

"Unhook m-my bra," Luce gasped, and she had to have meant Chesi, because it closed in the back -- or did she want Gerry to hug her, reaching around...?

Chesi let go of Luce's hips for a second, just long enough to fumble the closure, letting the black lace brassière flutter down onto Gerry's chest. The boy caught her swinging titties in his hands and pressed them together, drawing both nipples into his mouth.

Luce gave a long "Oooh, soooo, goooOOOD!" and JoAnne could see her body start to shake. She bit her lip, trying to concentrate, "Chesi," she panted, "Kiss the back of my neck, darling. I've been kissed all over by boys and that's the most exciting!"

Chesi kissed her, the two boys cradling her between them now. He had a fleeting thought that if this was the best kiss (he kissed her again, up under her left ear this time) then she must not have had good cunnilingus or titty-sucking in her lovemaking.

Maybe, what was it that she'd said about a spiritual experience? Were his kisses so very deep and loving?

The screams bursting from her shaking body weren't spiritual at all, and the boys' cockthrusts and generous squirts of their juices were very much physical, even rough, as the three of them bounced the bedsprings.

Or maybe it was JoAnne doing the screaming. Even she couldn't tell by now.