.The Alien's Gift

All through First Period on Monday, Alan kept pointing out girls he thought should be ‘induced’ to sexing them.

Tim had explained on the drive in that they weren’t going to have sex in the classroom.  Certainly not with the whole school day ahead of them.

His friend said he understood restraint, but then he’d nod towards Alicia, Kim, Chris, Christine, Christina or Emma and waggle his eyebrows.

Tim just ignored him.  He was pretty sure he couldn’t affect males, so isolation was going to be key. 

He tried to figure out which girls had their own cars.  Would it be better to entice someone who rode the bus into Alan’s car?  Or would they be more likely to be missed when they didn’t get home on time?

Or could he get someone horny enough to follow them home?  Would neighbors question another car in the driveway?  Would Mom be home?  Would Mrs. HUMPHREYS wonder about the extra car?

Would he and Alan survive an orgy of cheerleaders, mothers, sisters, and suntanning neighbors? 

Was there any good reason not to find out?

That’s when the office messenger came into the room with a note, summoning Tim to Mrs. Veccarillo’s office.

His ‘application!’  How could he have forgotten?

He didn’t quite run to the counselor’s office, but he did come to a complete stop at the door.

Mom was sitting across from Mrs. Veccarillo, chatting with her happily.  They looked up to see him in the doorway.

“Tim, just in time,” Trudy said.  “Come in and shut the door.  We were discussing your future.”

“Your…  Immediate future,” Mom said, licking her lips.  Tim smiled and stepped forward. 

“Yes,” Trudy said, coming out from behind the desk.  “Your mother and I want to work closely together in helping figure out what’s best for you.”

“Closely,” Mom said.  She closed her eyes, swaying a bit.  Tim saw that Trudy’s hand was on Mom’s ass.  Stroking.  Squeezing.

“You know we both care about you, Tim,” Trudy said.  “And we both want to be there for you.”

“Mmmm,” Mom hummed.  She turned to face Trudy, eyes still closed, lips seeking out the other woman’s neck.

They nuzzled for a bit, then kissed.  Tim’s knees became weak.  He sat down in the visitor chair.  That put his face next to his Mom’s back.

“Tim,” Trudy called, “could you help your mother with her pants, please?”

He lifted up her blouse and found the zipper at the back of her khakis.  He slid it down, finding a very brief pair of scarlet panties beneath. 

Mom kicked off her shoes and allowed her son to slid the pants down to the floor where she stepped out of them.

Her arms were wrapped around his best friend’s mom and they were kissing deeply.  He hooked thumbs under his mother’s panties and pulled.  They resisted for a second, then popped over her ass cheeks and fell to the floor.

She turned, maneuvering Trudy to back up against her son.

Trudy’s pants were a wrap that took him a few moments to figure out.  The back was held up by straps that ran to her front.  He had to reach between the two women to find the knot that held the pants up.  They squeezed him between their bellies. 

He gasped as he found the knot and pulled, yanking it apart.  The back half of her pants sagged.

The front panel also had straps, leading to a knot at the small of her back.  Mom’s hands roamed up and down the woman’s back as he untied that knot. 

The pants fell away.  A shiny pair of black satin panties remained.  He had to pull hard to force those off of Trudy’s ass.

Then he was confused as the women moved away from him.

Mom sank to the floor, spreading  her legs.  He rose up on shaky legs and undid his zipper.

But before he could walk over to get between her legs, Trudy turned and lowered her self over his mother.  They were each face to pussy in 69.

Licking sounds came from both women.  Tim had to grab the desk to steady himself.  Hands.  Hands were everywhere, squeezing and pinching bare skin.  He stared, drooling more than a bit.

“Well?” Trudy asked.  “Are you going to just stand there while we do everything?”

“No, ma’am,” he said.  He stepped out of his pants, then looked left, he looked right, he flinched one way, then the other…

“Over here, Mister,” Mom called.  He dropped to his knees at her head.  She grabbed his cock and guided him to Trudy’s pussy.

He entered the woman from behind, sliding into the tight, wet opening like a sword sliding into its scabbard. 

Mom kissed his cock as it went by, then started licking and sucking his balls.

He rocked his hips, pumping Trudy with very short strokes, not wanting to fall out or to break contact with the sucking mouth.

“Faster,” Trudy whispered. He obeyed.  He grabbed her hips, his knees to either side of Mom’s head.  She urged him on with her tongue.  Trudy lapped loudly at the other end.

He wasn’t sure how soundproof the room was, so when he came, he clapped a fist over his mouth as he shouted his success.

Trudy shouted into his mother’s pussy at about the same time, while Mom’s scream was muffled by his testicles.  He was pretty sure all three of them came at the same time.

I must be getting pretty good at this, he thought.

Mom released him, Trudy released Mom, Tim pulled out and sank back on his heels.

Trudy rolled onto her back and lifted her shirt.  Another tug pulled her bra off of her boobs.  They pancaked out over her chest.  “C’mere, you,” she said.  He crawled over to lick and suck at each nipple while his mother stood and dressed, also sorting out the other’s pants.

She gave him a hand and a tug to get him standing, then pulled Trudy up.

He dressed as Mom licked Trudy’s tits for a bit, then helped her dress back up.

“A very productive meeting,” Trudy announced. 

“And very strong communication ties forged,” Mom said.

They arranged their next meeting and Tim went back to class.

He was really looking forward to the next two years.  And that wasn’t even counting anyone he might meet at college….

...The end.