John let out a long, low whistle as he stared at the sprawling complex before him. “Wow, Rose, I had no idea your house was so big!” He exclaimed, turning to his friend with a big, goofy smile on his face. Rose rolled her eyes and smirked back, leading him down the long, winding path to the grand entrance of the enormous, white building she called home, idly explaining the celestial nature of her mother’s career. As usual John was only half listening, being far too focused on the grandiose architecture to properly grasp the intricate details of his blond friend’s rather verbose lecture. Rose hadn’t expected anything else, of course.

John let out another whistle of awe as the double doors sprang open to reveal the excessively over-wizarded grand hall. “Man, and I thought my Dad’s harlequins were nuts.” He said, his head whipping round to examine every bearded statue or pointy-hatted decoration. “Your Mom must be really into the whole magic thing, huh?”

“Not precisely.” Rose patiently began explaining for the umpteenth time. “I highly suspect she surrounds the place with such detestable miscellanea as a way of taunting me in some ironic fashion.” She sighed as she passed particularly ugly specimen. “I wish she wouldn’t be so infuriatingly overt about it.”

“Aw, come on Rose. I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think it is. Maybe she just really likes wizards and wants to enjoy them with you?” John suggested. Any further discussion was cut short by Rose’s practiced glare. “S-so, um… where is your mom, anyway?”

“Rooooose!” Came a mature voice from up the stairs, as if on cue. “Rose, have you seen my- oh!” Ms Lalonde said as she descended into view. She smiled and cocked her hip, before taking a sip form her martini glass. “Whose your little friend?”

“Mom.” Rose sighed again, crossing her arms and resisting the urge to pout. “This is John Egbert. He’s going to be staying with us for a week. Remember?”

“Hi, Ms Lalonde!” John said, trying his hardest not to notice how well tailored the older woman’s clothes were. He failed spectacularly as she descended the grand staircase, her hips swaying almost hypnotically with each step. Her eyes flicked up and down his body and a coy smile crept onto her lips, bringing a flush of red to his cheeks.

“You never told me he would be this handsome.” She purred, taking another sip.

“H-heh, I have been told I take after my Dad…” John chuckled nervously, his cheeks reddening further. He tried to keep his gaze somewhere appropriate; a difficult task considering that Ms Lalonde’s height advantage placed her noticeably large breasts exactly at John’s eye-level. He was suddenly very thankful she wasn’t the hugging type. He flicked his gaze over to Rose, who seemed to be somewhere between outraged and flabbergasted.

“I’ll bet you do.” Ms Lalonde chuckled. “Am I going to be able to leave you two alone together?”

“Mom!” Rose exclaimed indignantly, very quickly joining the ranks of the red-cheeked. John pushed the ensuing imagery out of his head as quick as he could.

“Oh, relax! I was only teasing.” Her mother laughed, another coy smile crossing her lips. “Not that I’d mind, of course. I know what kids are like.” She gave John a quick wink. “Oh, but where are my manners! John, dear, you must be starving after such a long trip.”

“O-oh, yeah! Airplane food isn’t the most filling…” He mumbled nervously, his hands unconsciously floating towards the front of his pants.

“I’ll bet. And boys your age have such big appetites.” Ms Lalonde purred, putting far too much emphasis on the last word. “You two kids have a seat over there; I’ll fix us up something nice.” She leisurely strolled towards the kitchen, humming to herself happily. John tore his eyes away from the swaying motions of her shapely rump; partially from his sense of decency, but mostly to prevent any more blood flow to his noticeably swollen groin. “Is she always like this?” He hissed to Rose as he uncomfortably seated himself opposite a large, betentacled doll.

“No. She isn’t.” Rose hissed back, sitting beside the aforementioned doll. “I’ve never had a friend over before! If I’d known she’d be so infuriating I would have warned you beforehand!”

“Maybe this is just her way of being friendly, you know?” John offered, crossing his legs in what he sincerely hoped was a nonchalant manner.

“More likely she’s drunk.” Rose growled, craning her neck to watch her mother. “I told her you were coming. I asked her to be sensible for once in her life!” Rose turned back and glowered at the empty air. The large room was silent, save for the delighted humming of Ms Lalonde and the sound of cookware.

Finally, the nightmarish silence ended as the clack of their host’s heels echoed behind John’s head, a tray of some peculiar canapé held in one hand and her martini glass, still miraculously full, in the other. She placed the silver tray on the coffee table in front of them with a pleased “Tada!” before seating herself beside John, stocking covered legs crossed and arm draped behind his head. He swallowed a little as the scent of perfume and alcohol washed over him.

“So, John…” Ms Lalonde purred, reaching over to grab one of the little treats, the already tight fabric of her blouse straining against her bosom. “What do you think of the place?”

“U-um, it’s really… uh…” John swallowed again as she popped the canapé into her mouth and sucked the sticky topping off her fingers with a satisfied little moan. He quickly re-crossed his legs. “It’s really fancy.” He managed.

“Isn’t it? The wizards really tie it all together.” Ms Lalonde slid a little closer to him, her thighs brushing against his. “And… what do you think of me?”

“Y-you’re, um… really…” John fumbled for an appropriate word, looking over to Rose for some sort of encouragement. The younger Lalonde was merely sat there, her face growing redder and redder with embarrassment and anger. “… welcoming?” He squeaked at last. Rose’s mother chuckled, before pressing closer and running a slender hand up John’s thigh, eliciting another squeak from him.

“Mom!” Rose finally exclaimed, her cheeks redder than John’s. “What are you doing?!”

“What? I’m just being… welcoming.” She replied, her hand sliding up and very firmly cupping John’s crotch. Slowly and gently she squeezed and rubbed at his growing hardness through the fabric, planting soft kisses against his neck. John shuddered at her touch, trying to find some way to protest but only managing strangled moans and gasps. With her free hand the mature Lalonde deftly undid the top few buttons of her blouse, shrugging it off her shoulders to expose the pale skin of her breasts, held tightly by the black lace of her bra. “What else do you like about me?” She cooed, nibbling John’s ear as she slid the zipper on his trousers down.

“Mom!” Rose shouted, standing indignantly.

“Aw, I’m sorry dear… did you want to have him first?” Her mother purred back, pressing John’s head into her cleavage. His cock twitched, poking its head out of his boxers as her warm, inviting scent surrounded him.

“N-no!” Rose sputtered, tearing her eyes off of the now exposed member. “I-I don’t think of him like that…”

“Do you want me to stop, John?” Ms Lalonde said, her fingers snaking around his shaft. Slowly she pumped her hand up and down his cock, biting her lip as he whimpered into her chest.

“N-no, Ms L-lalonde…” He managed to moan, shaking a little with each pump of her hand.

“Oh, John… you can call me Mom.” She breathed into his ear, stroking faster with each word. Her free hand guided his to the last few buttons of her clothes. “Could you be a dear and help mommy get undressed?”

“Y-yes Ms… M-mom…” John swallowed, shakily unbuttoning the remainder of her decency. She smirked and slid herself out of the tight garment, idly tossing it to one side before quickly resuming her slow, sensual stroking.

Rose quietly sat herself down again, flushing a deep crimson as she watched the carnal scene before her. Her mother’s voluptuous, pale body pressed against John’s, shaking with his as their lips met with a needy moan. She watched the delicate hand pump itself up and down her friend’s cock and felt her own breath quicken as she stared. Her mother broke the kiss apart, a thin strand of saliva hanging between their tongues, and slowly slide herself down John’s body until her head hovered above his lap. The hand that held his head into her bosom slithered down her body and into the thin black excuse for panties she was wearing, a soft gasp leaking out. Ms Lalonde licked her lips, before slowly lapping along John’s cock hungrily. She moaned and her hips writhed as her hands worked their magic within her soaked underwear. She flashed a smile at her daughter, before slowly taking John into her mouth.

John moaned loudly as his host’s lips slid down his shaft, her tongue brushing along the sensitive organ. He felt her kiss his hips as the whole thing slid down her hot, tight throat and forced himself not to cum then and there. He bit his lip as her head bobbed in his lap, long moans of pleasure humming in her throat and vibrating along his cock. He opened his eyes long enough to catch a glimpse of Rose squirming in her seat. His eyes widened as his gaze followed her hand down her body to the hem of her plain, white skirt. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, returning John’s curious gaze with a thoroughly embarrassed but undeniably carnal look of her own. It was far too much for the poor boy; he let out a strangled cross between a yelp and a moan as he felt the pressure in his loins erupt out of him and down the inviting throat of Rose’s mother.

Ms Lalonde slid her mouth off of John’s cock with an audible pop, swallowing the salty treat. “Mmm… delicious.” She moaned, licking her lips. She turned to her flushed and flustered daughter and chuckled. “Aw, what’s the matter dear? Did you not get to finish?” She purred, sliding her hand out of her own panties and examining the sticky strand between her fingers. “Don’t worry Rose, the best part about young men…” She popped her fingers into John’s mouth, and turned her gaze southwards again with a hungry smile. “…is that they recharge quicker.” She straddled the young man in question, grinding her soaked panties against his rapidly re-hardening cock as he sucked her juices off her fingers, moaning a little with each grind. “Mmm… do you jerk off a lot, John?” She asked, panting a little.

“A-ah… y-yeah…” John replied as he sucked the last of the older woman’s taste from her slender fingers. He let his hands find their way to her shapely arse, groping and squeezing the plush flesh as she ground against him.

“Can you do something for me, John?” She asked, lifting herself off his cock just enough to pull her panties aside, pressing the very tip of him against her waiting folds. “I want you to remember this.” She slid herself onto him, letting out a long, low moan as he filled her. “F-fuck…” She panted as the last inch slid inside her soaked cunt. “I want you to think of this… every time you touch yourself.” She slowly slid up his shaft, all the way back up to the head, before dropping down with a gasp. “Every time you stroke this big… h-hard cock of yours…” She moaned, speeding up as she bounced up and down, his cock rubbing against as many sensitive spots inside her as it could reach. “I want you to think of mommy.” She growled, pressing her lips back against his as her hips rose and fell, the erotic slap of her arse against his thighs filling the house alongside their muffled moans and Rose’s whimpers.

Rose could barely control her own moans as she watched her mother fuck her friend, shaking as she slid a second finger inside her slick cunt. She matched her pace to theirs, grinding her fingertips against her inner walls. Her mother broke the kiss with John, instead screaming with ecstasy as she rode him wildly. Rose barely held back her own scream as she felt her walls tighten and her body wrack itself with pleasant spasms, whimpering as she closed her eyes and let herself cum to the sounds of her mother’s pleasure.

“M-mom…” John moaned, weakly thrusting his hips upwards. “I don’t think I can… l-last much longer…” He managed to pant as he felt the familiar pressure build up once again. With a start his head was pressed tightly into Ms Lalonde’s heaving bosom. “Its okay baby…” She moaned raggedly, her breath shallow and uneven as she slammed herself down. “Cum for mommy… c-cum… for … me!” She screamed, crushing his body into hers as the orgasm rippled through her. John buried his face into her breasts as he followed soon after, the tightening of her cunt milking his cock for every drop of cum it could.