Quarantined with Kell, Part IV - Sex Stories

Quarantined with Kell, Part IV

... not-insubstantial-ass was the loudest sound in the lobby as everyone looked up to watch us perform. Some shook their head, some walked away, but some stayed to watch. Two couples moved to couches in the lobby and began to make out themselves.

The girl behind the counter continued to serve her customers, but wore an evil little smile.

What Aston lacked in experience he made up with sheer energy and enthusiasm – not to mention size. I am sure he had to be bottoming out, but his mother didn’t seem to mind as she egged him to go harder and faster, and he responded. Ella’s breasts hung over the railing, quivering like jelly as her son vigorously fucked her.

They were made for each other. A monster cock sliding into a seemingly bottomless cunt. The juices from his mothers slit foamed as he frantically pounded her.

Kell groaned and closed her eyes, arching her back, pressing her shoulders back against my chest, and forcing the underside of my cock head against the wall of her vagina, hard against her G-spot. I shivered in pleasure, then wrapped around and squeezed her tits. She tilted her head backwards and we kissed.

Aston moaned and called “God, I’m coming.” His mother pushed him backwards and spun around to her knees in front of him, getting her mouth around his head just as he came. The force of the ejaculation blew her cheeks outwards and popped her lips open, ...

... sending a dribble of spit and semen down her chin and across her chest. She gave up on trying to swallow and just stroked his cock until the rest of his load covered her tits, dribbling off the tips of her nipples onto her thighs and the floor of the balcony.

I watched this interchange feeling my own balls start to tighten. I pulled out and Kell got down on her knees. She swallowed every drop I could give her.

In the lobby below us, several folks cheered or clapped. Ella and Kell waved.

All four of us returned to the room and collapsed into chairs or on the bed.

Later in the evening, after a light supper from room service, the four of us fucked again more slowly on the balcony overlooking the lobby. This time the front desk didn’t have any patrons and I could see the receptionist fingering herself underneath her skirt as she watched.

Finally, we said good night. Ella and Aston went back to their room, and Kell and I fell into bed.

The next morning we got on the road early, hoping to get to my folks’ place by dinner time. Around noon my phone rang. Kell was at the wheel and I answered.

“Hello?”

“Jacob, it’s your mother.”

“Hi mom. We’re on the road, should be at your place by about 4:30 hopefully.”

“Good. I have some bad news.”

“Bad news?” I asked, glancing at Kell. “What’s the matter?”

“It’s your father. He has Covid.”

[TO BE CONTINED]