Morgan leaned back against the bathroom sink, a sultry smile curling her wide, luscious mouth. She looked down between the enormous mounds of her tits and saw her grandson. His face was buried between her legs as he hungrily fucked his tongue deep into her tight, juicy pussy.
"Ohhhhh!" Morgan sighed, rolling her head back on her shoulders.
The feel of the young boy's tongue working over her clit was rekindling the fires of lust in her soul. Her lips were gleaming with a light coating of lipstick, which she had just applied. The lipstick had been rubbed off when she gave Phillip's prick a thorough going-over with her mouth, sucking on his big, pulsating cock until his hot load of cum washed down her throat.
"That's so good!" Morgan purred softly.
She glanced out of the open door of the bathroom to the living room. There she saw the orgy was still in progress, though it was definitely dwindling in intensity. The participants-- Morgan's daughter, granddaughter, grandson and her son-in-law--were all getting tired. It was to be expected, she decided. They'd been fucking and sucking almost non-stop since Friday evening, and it was Monday morning now, the sun just coming up over the horizon.
"Keep going," Morgan purred to Phillip as he stuffed his tongue between her cuntlips, driving it deep into the woman's hot pussy. "You give great head!"
Though she was into her fifties, Morgan looked more like she was in her late thirties, and her body, though it now sported a couple of extra pounds, was spectacular. She had honey- blonde hair that swirled in waves around her head and fell in satiny curls down past her shoulders. Her wide, sensual mouth was always highlighted with lipstick. It was the mouth of an experienced woman who knew what to do when she had a cock between her lips.
Morgan had light-brown eyes and a straight, narrow nose, and though she was attractive, it wasn't her face that people noticed first when they looked at her. It was her body--specifically, her incredible tits.
The woman's tits were huge creamy mounds that billowed out from her body. They were heavy, succulent orbs that drew the eyes of men like a magnet and had given more hard-ons than Morgan could count.
Morgan exercised regularly to keep her figure in lusty condition, and she was justifiably proud of her 40D-25-37 physique.
"Mrnmmmm!" Phillip sighed, cramming his tongue as deeply into his grandmother's pussy as he could, feeling her hard clit throbbing his upper lip as he lapped up the sweet, delicious pussy-juice that oozed out.
Morgan gripped the edge of the bathroom sink, her knees quivering. The boy was sucking her clit between his lips and whipping the fiery nub with his tongue, sending raw, jolting waves of ecstasy rippling through her incredibly curvaceous body. She had already cum four times in as many hours, and Morgan found it oddly exhilarating to know that she was going to cum again.
It made her feel young and alive whenever a teenage boy crammed his prick into her pussy, or ate her hot cunt until she came. Morgan was indeed a beautiful woman, but it sometimes bothered her that she was getting older. To be able to attract the attention of a hot-blooded young man and give him a raging hard-on was the kind of confirmation that Morgan needed to remind herself that she was anything but over-the-hill, sexually speaking.
"Eat me!" Morgan whispered, her knuckles turning white as she squeezed the rim of the sink's countertop "Yessss!"
Her lips quivered as she rolled her head back on her shoulders, feeling the ends of her soft blonde hair tickling her skin. Her huge tits jiggled firmly from her chest, her nipples hard and erect, sending tingles through her veins even though she wasn't touching them.
The woman's breathing became labored as the tongue pushed between her cuntlips with increasing energy. Phillip was shoving his tongue deep into Morgan's cunt, then dragging it upward until he reached her clit. Once there, he lashed her clit, whipping it with his tongue, making her writhe in ecstasy as she struggled to remain standing.
Phillip ran his hands over his grandmother's thighs, enjoying the cool feel of her pink silk stockings as he licked up the pussy-juice that oozed out of her cunt. He pushed his right hand higher on her thigh, feeling her warm flesh above her stocking, and brought his fingertips to her cunt. As he sucked on her erect, fiery clit, he shoved his middle finger into Morgan's hot pussy.
Her cunt was so wet with pussy-juice and saliva that his finger pushed into her easily. Phillip shoved his finger into the blonde's pussy until his knuckles were pressing against her cuntlips. He sucked softly on her clit, not putting too much pressure on the sensitive bud, using his tongue on it to add even more stimulation. Morgan looked into the living room again, trying to ignore Phillip and his wonderful tongue. She wanted the tongue-fucking to continue a while longer so she was trying to prolong it by thinking about other things.
What she saw happening in the living room didn't cool the fire of her lust at all. She watched Monique, her daughter, sucking Lane's cock deep into her mouth. The beauty of Monique's face seemed somewhat enhanced in Morgan's eyes as it became distorted with the thickness of the boy's hot, bone-hard prick.
"So beautiful!" Morgan whispered, as much to herself as to Phillip.
Looking down, Morgan shivered as she watched Phillip turning his face from side to side, licking her cuntlips and sizzling clit while he finger-fucked her with short, choppy strokes.
"Mmmmmmmft!" Phillip moaned, pushing his tongue into his grandmother's juicy pussy, feeling her cunt muscles tightening around his frisking, invading tongue. He could feel pussy-juice trickling down over his knuckles and palm. Though he wasn't entirely certain, he suspected that Morgan was coming very close to the brink.
Morgan sighed, her eyelids fluttering as she felt her clit getting hotter and hotter from the things her grandson was doing to her. The finger driving into her cunt was tickling her, sending an itching sensation throughout her voluptuous, womanly body. Having Phillip's finger stabbing into her pussy wasn't the same as taking his huge cock between her cuntlips, but it was still very, very pleasurable.
Another smile played with the woman's luscious mouth as she felt her climax fast approaching. On Friday evening the family had been on the verge of splitting up. Everyone was going to go his or her own way, and to hell with trying to keep the family unit together. Now, Monday morning with the sun just coming up, it was clear to Morgan and everyone else in the house that they would be staying together forever.
"Keep licking me, Phillip," Morgan purred. "I'm going to cum soon."
On Friday evening, she had been the one to see the situation for what it was, and to act accordingly. She instructed her daughter and granddaughter, giving them orders as a general in the Army would command his troops. And it had worked. No denying that one.
You can't argue with success! Morgan thought happily.
The thought had hardly filtered into Morgan's lust-fogged brain when she began twitching. Her knees quivered so powerfully it appeared as though she would collapse. Her stomach muscles tightened, and for a moment-- as she hung suspended between cumming and not cumming--the intensity of the feelings that were going through her was actually painful. But then she came, and the release was so complete and all-consuming that she threw her head back and screamed her ecstasy.
Slick, clear pussy-juice streamed out of Morgan's cunt as she shook with the spasms of her orgasm. Phillip pushed his tongue between her cuntlips and pussy-juice gushed into his mouth, trickling over his lips and cheeks and chin. He jerked his hand furiously between her spread thighs, fingering her pussy as he whipped her exploding elit with his tongue.
"Awwwwww!" Morgan groaned, shaking her ass from side to side, the edge of the countertop sharp against her bare asscheeks. The woman's big tits shook from her chest, heavy and full, her nipples standing out like pencil erasers. Her red-hot clit sizzled with passion as girl-cum streamed out. Her cuntlips tightened around the tongue and finger that pushed into her pussy. Morgan's head dropped down, her chin nearly touching her chest as the last of her pussy-juice sluiced out of her overheated, satisfied cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" she sighed wearily."Phillip, you really do know how to please a woman. I'll tell you that. You really know how to give head."
Phillip finally pulled his tongue and finger out of the woman's pussy. When he looked up at her, his face was glistening with her girl-cum. He licked his lips, showing his grandmother how much he enjoyed the taste.
"Tired?" Morgan asked, reaching down to lightly graze her fingertips over Phillip's moist cheek. "I'll bet you are."
When Phillip nodded his head, Morgan smiling lovingly at him.
"Would you like to crawl in bed with me? I think we could both use a couple hours of sleep."
Morgan took him by the hand, leading him to the bedroom. As she walked, she thought back to how the weekend had started, and the disaster that had narrowly been averted . . .
Chapter Two
"Do as I say, damn it!" Morgan hissed at her daughter. "Your husband is going to leave you for good if you don't start making things better around here!"
Morgan pulled the knee-length rabbit coat out of the closet and thrust it at Monique, her daughter. "Put this on and go find him. Do whatever you have to do, but convince him that it's worth his while to stay here!"
"But--" Monique whispered, unable to think of anything else to say.
The fight had started hours earlier, and when Morgan arrived at the house to spend a "comfortable weekend with my lovely family" everything exploded. Adley, Monique's husband, stormed out of the house, promising to never return. Lane and Phillip, Monique's sons, nearly came to fists before they were split up. Lane and Phillip promptly left the house, promising, like their father, to never return, each adding that if he saw the other the fist fight would be long and bloody.
Monique started for her closet. She was completely naked. Before she reached her destination, Morgan grabbed her by the elbow and stopped her with a forceful jerk.
"Put the coat on and go find your husband," Morgan said, a hint of violence in her tone. "It's the only chance you've got of keeping this family together."
"But I'm not dressed!" Monique wailed, her mind spinning crazily.
Morgan shook her head slowly, looking at her daughter's succulent body. "That's where you're wrong. You're dressed just right for the occasion. Now do what I've told you. I know best in matters like this!"
Monique could not face up to Morgan's greater will power. She slipped her arms into the rabbit coat and buttoned it. The coat came to several inches above her knees. The lapels covered her lusciously rounded tits, but still displayed a cock-hardening portion of her cleavage.
"You're sure?" Monique asked.
"Yes, I'm sure. Now go, my child. Go and do what you know you have to do." Morgan's expression softened as she continued. "Let yourself go, for a change. Just let your inhibitions slide away and I promise you, your husband will be back in your bed and not wanting to leave."
When Monique left the room, Morgan turned to Karla, her granddaughter. Morgan smiled at the teenager. She could tell that Karla, like Monique, was given a lusty nature. Morgan figured it ran in the family.
"Take your clothes off," Morgan said, putting her hands on her hips and studying the young girl's body. "We're getting dressed for action."
"What?"
"You heard me. We're getting dressed for action. You and I are going to be fighting, just like your mother is, to keep this family together. Those damn men--your father and brothers-- don't know how good they've got it here. And since they don't know, we're going to have to tell them--and show them. Trust me, Karla, this is the best way of keeping the family together."
Karla nodded her head and whispered, "Yes, I'm sure you're right. You always are, aren't you?"
Morgan, pleased with what her granddaughter had said, went to the chest of drawers and began taking out undergarments, selecting each item with a critical eye, trying to decide what young Karla would look the sexiest in.
Monique felt absolutely petrified being in the car wearing just the fur coat--even though she knew that it was impossible for anyone to know that she didn't have anything on beneath the coat.
She wasn't the type of woman who could talk about her own sexuality, in or out of bed. She just didn't do that sort of thing. Though she loved taking her husband's big, hard cock between her cuntlips, wrapping her legs around his waist to that he could hammer it home, she never talked about sex.
But that was going to change now. She was convinced of it. Or rather, her mother had convinced her that it had to change. If it didn't, there was a very real chance that Monique would never see Adley again.
Monique was a beautiful woman, but she didn't fully realize it. She knew that she had a certain physical charm that some men found attractive, but she had no idea how magnetic her own good looks were.
She had soft, honey-blonde hair, cut straight across at the eyebrows, then falling down her cheeks to curl in just below her shoulders, Monique had worn her hair the same way for years. It gave her a subtly European appearance.
Her eyes were light-brown, and had a rather feline appearance, coming up at the corners. She had a narrow, straight nose and a medium mouth with full lips.
Her body was perfectly tuned and proportioned. Standing five-foot-eight and having a 36C-23-35 figure, she was a woman who could give men hard-ons with just a glance.
But Monique never really believed this. That's why she always dressed conservatively, covering up as much of her body as she could fashionably get away with. She just didn't think she was a very sexy woman, even though Adley, her husband, always told her otherwise.
She turned into the parking lot of the saloon where she figured Adley would be. He always went there whenever he had an argument with Monique.
Monique switched off the ignition and reached into her clutch purse, pulling out a cigarette. She needed to calm her nerves and muster her courage before going in to find Adley.
Inhaling the smoke deeply, then blowing it out the open window, Monique wondered what it would be like inside the saloon. The parking lot was almost full of cars. Another busy Friday night.
As Monique smoked her filtered cigarette slowly, she felt a heat building in her pussy, a moisture coming to her cuntlips.
Was she really getting horny thinking about walking around with nothing on beneath her coat? Impossible! But it was true! Monique, always so conversative with her body, was getting hot and horny at the prospect.
It was then, for the first time in Monique's life, that she realized the exhibitionist streak that was in her. She suddenly realized that subconsciously she had always covered up her body as much as possible because, in her heart of hearts, she wanted to do just the opposite, and she was afraid of letting herself go.
Monique hands began trembling. She dragged harder on the cigarette.
Could it be true? It seemed too unbelievable, but the heat in her cunt continued to build, and she squirmed uncomfortably in the car.
In her mind's eye she could picture herself taking off her coat and displaying her succulent, golden body to countless men she didn't know. Her nipples grew erect. With her rapid, shallow breathing they rubbed against the inside of her coat, sending tingles throughout her slender body.
Her clit was also tingling, concealed between the tight pink petals of her cuntlips.
A sultry, uncharacteristic smile curled up Monique's mouth as she came to realize her own true nature.
She suppressed the smile as she walked through the saloon. The men, most of them hard-working blue-collar types, all gawked lustfully at her, their eyes taking in her long, lean legs, watching her tits rolling tautly on her chest inside the coat.
The pussy-juice was really oozing to Monique's cuntlips now. Whatever doubts she had had about her own exhibitionism were gone.
She was going to fuck Adley, maybe even suck his cock, which was something she seldom did. Monique was determined to show Adley the hottest, most sexually satisfying evening of his life, of their marriage. And when she was done, the whole idea of leaving her would seem absolutely ludicrous to him.
She found him sitting in a booth by himself, staring at the beer foam in his glass. It was obvious to Monique that Adley had been downing his beers quickly, no doubt trying to forget the wild argument they'd had.
"Hi, sailor," Monique said, her voice just loud enough to be heard above the juke box. "Can I buy you a drink?"
Adley looked up slowly, and he didn't smile when he saw Monique. He didn't say anything at all. He just looked at her, his eyes smouldering with anger.
Monique went to the bar and ordered a beer for Adley and a gin and tonic for herself. When she returned, she slipped into the booth beside her husband. Her clit was really tingling now, and only the thickness of her rabbit fur coat prevented the hardness of her nipples from being seen.
"I'm sorry, darling," Monique said quietly.
Adley refused to look at her. He stared forward, seeing nothing, sipping his drink quickly.
"I know you haven't been happy with me, but I'm going to change that. And I'm going to change my ways . . . tonight. I'm going to make you a happy man."
"And just how in hell do you propose to do that?" Adley asked angrily, finally breaking his silence.
Monique battled with herself to speak the words she knew she had to say. She swallowed the lump in her throat and whispered, "By giving you a blow-job. Right here, right now."
Adley snorted contemptuously, not believing what his wife had just told him.
Monique finished her drink with one gulp and put her hand between Adley's legs, feeling the long lump of his cock resting inside his pants, soft and uninterested. She knew she could change that.
She fondled his cock through his pants, feeling it twitching softly, stretching slowly. It was clear that Adley still didn't believe she was going to crawl beneath the table and suck his cock. To do something like that was completely out of character for Monique Amondson . . . or so he thought.
Monique looked around the saloon. If she crawled under the table, there would still be several people who could see her. The whole bar couldn't, but the people at the table parallel to the booth could easily see under it, and would have a clear view of her beautiful face rolling back and forth as she sucked his big, meaty prick deep into her mouth.
Without looking at Monique, Adley whispered angrily under his breath, "You're all talk. You've always been that way. You appear to be this beautiful, sexy woman. But in truth what are you? Cold and lifeless. That's the truth, Monique. That's the sad, fucking truth." Monique slipped under the table as quickly as possible. The more people who saw her move, the more people who would pay attention to her while she sucked cock. Though she truly did want to be watched as she dragged her succulent red lips back and forth over Adley's delicious prick, she didn't want to cause too much of a commotion.
She settled her knees beneath her, spreading her coat out. Her clit was tingling madly, and she could feel pussy-juice almost trickling from her hot cunt. Monique glanced to her left and saw that the men at the table had indeed watched her slide under the table and move between Adley's legs.
The situation was perfect. Monique had three horny men watching her. Enough for an audience, but not so many that she would cause a riot.
Looking at them, she raised a finger to her lips, signaling that she wanted them to be quiet about what she was doing. One of the men raised his hand and put his first finger to his thumb, raising the other three fingers in the universal signal for "okay".
Monique blew the men a kiss, then turned her attention back to her husband's crotch, and the cock that was waiting for her lips and tongue inside his pants.
"Well I'll be a son of a bitch!" Adley whispered as Monique tugged down the zipper of his pants and reached into the open fly.
She jerked his cock out quickly, afraid that her husband's cock would soon get too hard. His prick was twitching, but it was flexible enough for Monique to accomplish her task.
She held his cock in her right hand, staring at his large, conical, fleshy pricktip. Though she had never been particularly fond of giving her husband head, the sight of his cock now made her pussy tighten up in response, and she felt her mouth begin to water with anticipation.
"I love your cock," Monique murmured, loud enough so that only Adley could hear her.
She stroked his prick slowly, feeling it throb against her palm, getting harder by the second. Monique purred softly, her clit itching for attention, her nubby nipples fiery buds of flesh that needed a mouth to suck on them.
When Monique glanced over at the men again, her eyes turned glassy with excitement.
It was all clear to Monique. Her aloofness toward sex had simply been because she was too hungry for it.
Purring like a contented kitten, she brought her mouth to the head of her husband's cock and kissed his fuck-knob lovingly.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, planting light, smacking kisses on his warm, spongy cockhead.
She snaked her tongue out, curling it around his cockhead. Monique felt his pricktip flex against her tongue, blood pumping into his cockshaft to make it stretch out. Within seconds, Adley's enormous prick had grown to its full size of nine fiery inches long.
"I love your cock, my darling," Monique whispered, then pushed her lips over the crown of his cock to take his entire pricktip into the warm, moist recesses of her mouth.
His cock tasted different somehow. More exciting. Monique couldn't explain why her husband's big cock was so tantalizing to her taste buds, but it was. The taste of his prick, the feel of it flexing and vibrating between her ovaled lips, thoroughly delighted her.
She squeezed her lips tightly around the thick shaft of Adley's prick, swirling her tongue against the underside of his cock and down his shaft at the same time. Between her pink cunt-lips, Monique could feel her clit buzzing with excitement, seething with lust. Moaning softly she pushed her face deeper into Adley's lap, sucking his cock between her lips until his huge pricktip was nudging against the back of her mouth.
Above the table, Adley sat quietly, his eyes closed in concentration and confusion as he felt his beautiful wife's soft, warm, supple lips working over his prick. This was the kind of behavior he had always wanted from her, and now he was finally getting it. He promised himself that if Monique could continue her lewd, wanton ways, he'd return to their house.
"Mmmmmm!" Monique moaned, holding his cockhead in her mouth as she stroked her right hand up and down over his throbbing cockshaft.
Her pink, slick tongue was in constant motion against Adley's cockhead. She tongued the delicious head of his prick lovingly, savoring its meaty, manly flavor, squirming as she felt the hard wooden floor against her bare knees.
Using her left hand, Monique rubbed Adley's balls through his pants. She could never get Adley's enormous cum-churning balls out of his fly along with his cock, so the lovely blonde, with her lips stretching around the wide, fiery shaft of his prick, had to content herself with just fondling them through the material.
"Mmmmmmm!" Monique moaned, pulling her face up.
Her moist, red lips glided over his cockshaft, then slipped up over the ridge of Adley's cockhead. Holding just the tip of his cockhead between her lips, she flicked her tongue against his slitted pisshole, and Monique was rewarded with-a pungent-tasting drop of salty pre-cum.
Holding the tip of his cockhead between her lips, Monique raised and lowered her right fist, stroking her husband's prick. She worked the skin over the inner core of muscle, enjoying the hardness of Adley's cock. Sucking passionately on his big, throbbing prick, Monique couldn't remember a time when Adley's cock had ever been harder.
Yes! thought Monique as she gulped his red-hot prick to the depths of her mouth. This is what Adley has always wanted me to do, and this is what I have always wanted to do. The real me is finally coming out.
Nibbling on his cock, Monique promised to thank her mother for the sound advice she had volunteered.
"I love your cock!" Monique whispered, her lips nuzzling Adley's cockhead as she spoke.
Her clit was a red-hot nub that sizzled between her tight cuntlips. Monique threw her face down, her jaws gaping open as Adley's nine-inch prick flexed mightily deep in her mouth. She curled her tongue around his meaty, bone-hard fuckshaft, shivering with delight, her own passion soaring as never before as she sucked his prick.
"Ohhhhhh!" Adley sighed, his eyes still closed.
Monique turned her face a little to the left. The three men were still at the table, still watching her as she gave the blow-job. Looking at them while her lips were stretched around Adley's prick turned Monique on. She rotated her lips around the head of his cock, looking at the men, giving them a wanton show that they would never forget.
She chewed the shaft of her husband's cock with her lips, tenderly nibbling on the bone-hard shank of muscle. Quivering with lust, Monique fondled Adley's enormous balls, squeezing his cum-churning nuts and pushing them against his body as she worked her lips, teeth and tongue over as much of his prick as she could fit into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmft!" Monique slurped, pulling up until her lips slipped over the ridge of Adley's pricktip and the top of her head was nearly touching the underside of the table.
Monique squeezed her husband's balls lovingly through his slacks, feeling them, knowing that if she sucked on Adley's cock long enough his balls would release their wad of cum against her tongue. The thought of sucking down all of Adley's hot, pungent cum while three strange men she'd never met watched her was entirely erotic to Monique, making her clit buzz with tension, hot, slick pussy-juice oozing to the lips of her seething pussy.
"Ohhhhh! Keep going, baby," Monique heard her husband whisper. "You're doing just great!"
It was strange for Monique to hear her husband talking to her that way. Normally, when they were in bed together and he was ramming his big cock hard and fast into her pussy, he never said much to her. Since she never responded verbally to anything he said, Adley just pounded his cock into her cunt until he came, then rolled over and went to sleep.
"Mmmmmmmft!" Monique purred, flicking her tongue against Adley's piss-hole to lick off the pre-cum that had formed there.
She sucked slowly, dragging her moist, succulent lips over his turgid cock. Whenever she gulped the big prick deep into her mouth, she tried to take a little more of it between her lips than the previous time. But no matter how hard she tried, Monique just couldn't gulp Adley's big, throbbing cock down her throat.
Crooning lustily, she allowed his mushroom-shaped cockhead to rub against the back of her mouth/nearly choking her. As she filled her mouth with Adley's cock, Monique ran the tip of her tongue slickly down his fiery fuckshaft. Her right hand moved up and down the oval-shaped shaft of Adley's prickmeat, tantalizing that portion of the incredible cock that she couldn't fit into her mouth.
Monique threw her face down over his cock. His spongy cockhead pounded against her tonsils, almost pushing down into her throat. Her shoulders jerked; Monique's chest heaved as she nearly choked on his cock.
"Easy, baby," Adley whispered, the tension in his balls becoming unbearable. "Don't choke on it. You're doing just fine! Keep going, baby, and I'll cum in your mouth!"
Monique's jaws were beginning to ache. She wasn't accustomed to sucking cock, and her jaws hurt from being opened so wide for so long.
It was all so very, very strange for her. She turned her face, still holding Adley's cock in her mouth, and looked at the three men seated at the table opposite hers. They were watching her with wide eyes. She suspected that all three of them had hard-ons they were trying to keep hidden beneath the table.
The pre-cum was oozing more freely out of Adley's piss-hole now. Though Monique wasn't certain, she suspected the pre-cum tasted a little stronger now than it had before.
Lavishing his cockhead with her tongue's slick caresses, Monique took her left hand from Adley's balls and slipped it under her rabbit fur coat, her long fingernails scratching lightly over the flesh of her naked thigh.
"Mmmmmmmft!" she crooned softly. Her fingernails worked over her thigh, inching slowly closer to her juicy, seething cunt.
Monique could feel the tension in the pit of her stomach that said she had to cum. She had never gotten this turned-on before by giving a blow-job, so it was a different sensation for her.
When she remembered that Adley didn't even know she wasn't wearing any clothes, other than her knee-length coat he'd given her, the corners of her mouth curled up in a smile.
Have I got a surprise for him later! the beautiful blonde woman thought happily as she filled her luscious mouth with Adley's red-hot prick.
As she bobbed her face over the end of Ashley's cock, Monique's huge tits rolled on her chest, her hard, tingling nipples rubbing against the inside of her coat. She could feel the electrical current of her excitement going from her nipples to her sizzling clit, making her quiver with lust as she filled her hot, sucking mouth with her husband's steelish column of cockmeat.
"Mmmmmmmft!" she slurped, her left hand coming closer to her pussy.
Monique wanted to finger-fuck herself into an orgasm while she gave Adley a blow-job. But then, deciding that he would probably want to fuck her later in the evening, she decided to save her cunt for his cock.
"Ohhhhh! Awwww! Suck, baby! I'm going to cum!"
Monique threw her face down over Adley's prick, letting his enormous, broad cockshaft spread her lips wide as his cockhead nudged the back of her throat. She took her left hand away from her crotch, concentrating only on her husband's prick, and the pleasure that she could give him.
The knob of Adley's pricktip expanded against the sucking blonde's tonsils and gushed a thick, salty wad of cum straight down her throat. Once again Monique nearly choked, and she drew her face back to take his cock almost completely out of her mouth.
"Awwwwww!" Adley groaned as his balls pulled up tight between his thighs, releasing their thick, spurting load of cum into Monique's hotly sucking mouth.
Monique tongued the clefted underside of Adley's cockhead as jetting blasts of cum showered over her tongue and splattered against the roof of her mouth. The cum that had blasted straight down her throat had caught Monique by surprise, but by swallowing feverishly, she was able to recover her composure quickly.
"Mmmmmmm!" Monique moaned, her hands on Adley's thighs as he squirmed in the booth, his balls exploding thick jets of cum into her mouth.
The taste of his cum--tangy, salty and masculine--was almost enough to make Monique cum. She swallowed thirstily, gulping her husband's precious fuck-juice, swirling the cum around in her mouth to savor its taste even as more hot cum splattered against the roof of her mouth.
The cock jerked between Monique's moist red lips, sharp-tasting wads of cum gushing against her frisking, probing tongue. Monique filled her mouth with his cock, taking his cockshaft between her lips until his pricktip was pushing hard against the opening of her throat. She tried once again to deep-throat Adley's big cock and failed, taking a spurt of cum straight down her throat in the process.
"Awwwwww! Ohhhhh! So goood!" Adley groaned, his eyes squeezed tightly shut as the last of his cum trickled out of his piss-hole onto his wife's slithering, moist tongue.
Monique mouthed Adley's prick even as it grew soft between her lips. Finally satisfied that she had sucked down every last drop of cum that he had stored in his balls, she let his prick slip out of her mouth. She tucked Adley's prick back into his pants and zipped him up.
I've done it! Monique thought joyously as she rolled her tongue around her mouth, still able to taste the tangy flavor of Adley's hot cum. I've finally found out who and what I am!
Monique slipped out from under the table, feeling devilish and daring. As she got onto the booth's seat beside her husband, Monique glanced at the three men who had watched her give the blow-job. She blew them a kiss, then turned to Adley.
"Well, are you going to come home now, or do I have to fuck your brains out in the parking lot to prove that I'm a changed woman?" Adley smiled warmly at Monique. "Baby, I'm going to be the talk of the town--or at least, the talk of this saloon. Why don't you let me have some time alone here. I'm sure the word is going to get around quickly about you sucking me off, and to tell you the truth, I would like some time to brag about it."
"I understand," Monique said.
"Listen, why don't you find Lane or Phillip? As long as you've made peace with me, maybe the tension in the house will cool down enough for me to get along with my own sons."
"Okay." Monique kissed Adley on the cheek quickly. "Don't be too long. I'm horny as hell for your cock, and I've got a pussy that's ready and willing whenever you are."
Chapter Three
"Come on, Lane, things at home can't be that bad, can they?"
Lane looked at his grandmother. She was, he decided, an exceptionally sexy woman, even if she was in her fifties. He found it difficult to keep his eyes off her tits. They were straining against the tight-fitting pink blouse she wore, and it was clear that she wasn't wearing a bra. He'd stared lustfully at her tits enough times to know that Morgan always wore a bra to help hold those incredible mounds of tit-flesh.
"Talk to me," Morgan continued. "Tell me what's been happening at home? Why so much fighting and bickering?"
Lane turned his face away from Morgan. He was afraid she would notice him staring at her big, creamy tits. The pink lacy blouse she had on was so sheer it was almost see-through, and he suspected that he could, if he had the chance to stare at her without being noticed, actually see the light-brown circles of her areolas through her blouse.
"It's simple," the teenager answered, keeping his eyes turned away from Morgan. "Mom and Dad fight, and then Dad takes it out on Phillip and me. It isn't fair, but that's the way it is. I'm splitting. That's all there is to it. I can't take this fighting all the time."
Morgan glanced right and left, glad that she was alone with her grandson in the alley. She'd found him in a little joint that had countless pin-ball and video machines. It took some convincing, but Morgan had finally managed to pull Lane away from his friends, taking him out of the video joint through the back door to "have a chat".
"Is there anything I can do to make you happier?" Morgan asked.
Lane shrugged his shoulders. He didn't want to believe that he was actually getting horny being with Morgan, but he was. He could feel hot tingles of excitement going through him, and the long bulge of his cock twitching as it started to grow with anticipation.
Morgan's heart rate quickened when she looked at Lane's crotch and saw that he had the makings of a hard-on inside his jeans. The situation that she had stumbled on was more than she could have hoped for. She had always had an itch for her grandson, and now it looked like she was going to have the chance to attempt a seduction.
The thought of taking such a young boy's cock into her cunt, driving between her pussylips, made Morgan quiver a little as she stood in the alley. She loved it whenever a teenage boy found her sexy. It reaffirmed her belief that even though she was in her fifties, she wasn't ready for the boneyard yet.
"Tell me, Lane ... do you find me attractive?"
Lane nodded his head, still not looking at Morgan.
"Then look at me." Morgan could hear the tension in her own voice, feel the tightness in her throat. "I'm going to show you something . . . something that I know you've wanted to see for a long, long time."
She touched the boy's face with her fingertips, turning his head so that he was looking at her. Then Morgan placed her hands on her huge, succulent tits and squeezed them.
The big-titted blonde woman felt the hot tingles go from her nipples straight down to her bud-like, throbbing clit. She moaned softly, massaging her tits, her eyes glowing with the lust that was seeping through her veins.
"You like these, don't you?" she purred, pinching her nipples through her pink lace blouse. "You've always liked my tits. I've watched you looking at me. I know you want to look at them. Tell me you do."
Morgan waited for her grandson to say something, but he wouldn't. She just smiled and continued to fondle herr tingling nipples.
"I'll let you look at them, if you really want to. I'll even let you touch them."
Morgan slowly flicked open the buttons of her blouse until she had worked her way down to her skirt. Once there, she pulled the tails of her blouse out of her skirt and finished the job. Her blouse hung open, showing off the inner swells of her enormous, golden tits.
"Now watch," Morgan whispered.
She peeled her blouse away from her succulent tits. The nipples were already hard, standing out from her pink, round areolas, making her excitement and lust known. The areolas themselves were a slightly darker color than normal, from the passion that was sizzling through the veins.
"Go ahead, take your cock out," Morgan whispered.laughter in her tone. "I know you want to touch it. I can tell that much."
She held her tits from the under-side, holding them up in offering.
"You can suck on my tits while you jerk yourself off, if you want to."
Morgan waited for her grandson to act, but again he would not take any initiative. Her own fingers were working magic on her nipples, making them itch with delight, causing more pussy-juice to seep into her cunt. She had not really planned on fucking Lane, but her fingers were tantalizing her nipples, and the expression in Lane's eyes as he visually devoured her tits was really getting to her senses. If he wanted to fuck, she wouldn't stop him.
"Go ahead, darling, take your cock out. You don't need to be embarrassed in front of me. I won't judge harshly anything you do. I won't stop you from doing whatever you want."
Again Morgan waited for the boy to respond, and just as before, he just stood mute, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at the blonde woman's incredible tits. Finally, her cunt almost dripping wet, her panties sticking uncomfortably to her pussy-lips, Morgan released her tits and reached for Lane's pants.
"If you won't do what you want, then maybe I can coax you along a little."
Morgan cupped the teenager's huge prick in her hand, fondling his bone-hard length of fuckmeat through his slacks.
"My God! You're hung like a horse!"
Morgan, her tits shaking from her chest as she worked hurriedly, opened her grandson's pants, pushing them down to the middle of his thighs. His prick--all ten thick, fiery inches of it---sprang out from his body as soon as it was freed, pointing straight at Morgan's stomach.
"I can't . . . can't help myself," Lane hissed through clenched teeth. "I've got to do this!"
Morgan was shocked and pleased with Lane's actions. He threw his face at her tits, grabbing the huge globes of creamy flesh, burying his face between them. Lane pushed her tits together, keeping his face in her cleavage. She threw her head back on her shoulders, shivering with pride and lust, feeling his tongue flicking against her breastbone. His fingers pressed firmly into her huge tits, almost painfully so, but Morgan was pleased that she could draw such a lusty, hungry reaction from the teenager.
"Ohhhhhh!" Morgan purred, sliding her hands around Lane's head, guiding his hot mouth to her own nubby right nipple.
When Morgan felt her grandson's lips surrounding her nipple, she moaned lustily. The tongue that whipped over her tingling nipple was spreading a fire throughout Morgan's body that was more powerful and spine-tingling than anything she'd known in a long, long time. To look down and see her own grandson's face as he nibbled and sucked hungrily on her nipple was almost as erotic as the touch of it was.
Sucking on her fiery nipple, Lane grabbed his cock and started whacking almost violently on it, running his large fist back and forth over its rigid length.
"Mmmmmm!" Lane moaned, jerking on his cock as he sucked as much of Morgan's huge tit into his mouth as he could fit.
As Lane sucked on her tits, Morgan glanced up and down the alley once again, making sure that nobody was watching them. It certainly wouldn't do for her to be seen allowing her grandson to suck on her tits while he jerked himself off. The only thing that kept Morgan from really going wild with lust was the possibility of getting caught by strangers.
"Hurry, Lane," Morgan whispered as the teenager pounded heatedly on his cock. She didn't want him to take his time. The sooner Lane shot his wad, the sooner they would be able to return home where he could fuck his prick into her pussy.
Suddenly Lane took his mouth off Morgan's tit. He stood up and looked her straight in the eyes.
"You do it for me," he said, his eyes pleading with her, begging her to do what he asked. He pushed his hips at her, the long column of his bone-hard cock almost stabbing Morgan. "Just jerk on it a little. I'm so horny now it won't take long."
The big-titted woman's first reaction was to do exactly as Lane asked. She would even have liked to drop to her knees and swallow all ten inches of his cock down her throat. Morgan loved taking cocks all the way into her mouth, and looking at Lane's cock, she knew it would be a struggle that would really excite her.
But then, just as her hands were about to go to his cock, she thought she should put up at least some resistance. For some reason, Morgan didn't want her grandson to realize how insatiably horny she was.
"I . . . I don't know if I should," she said, a flickering sensation of guilt creeping through her as she heard the lie in her tone. "Maybe this has gone too far already."
There was a seriousness in Lane eyes that shocked Morgan when he said quickly, "Please! You can't stop now!"
Morgan appeared to go back and forth emotionally before she finally nodded her head, sending her blonde curls bouncing around her face and her tits jiggling.
"Okay, but this has got to be quick," Morgan whispered, once again glancing up and down the dark, litter-strewn alley. "I shouldn't be doing this at all."
Morgan stepped close to her grandson, turning him so that he was hidden from the rear door of the video shop by her body. Should someone come out the door, they might not be able to see what she was doing to him.
She stared at her grandson's prick, amazed at how large it was. Even in the dim light of the alley, Morgan could see a blue vein throbbing hotly along the thick, turgid shaft of bis cock.
Her clit was tingling as she reached out with trembling fingers to touch his cock. Morgan's succulent, heavy tits jiggled from her chest, huge mounds of femininity that drew Lane's hands like a moth to the flame.
"I never dreamed your cock would be this large," the blonde woman whispered, reaching beneath the boy's prick to cuddle his balls while she stroked the shank of his long, unyielding prick.
"Ohhhhh!" Lane sighed, his hands attempting unsuccessfully to cover Morgan's massive tits.
He pressed his fingers deep into her golden tit-melons, feeling the heat, heft and firmness of Morgan's colossal tits. Sighing almost constantly, his hips worked in a circular motion as she brought her hand back and forth over his bone-hard fuck-shaft. His balls were already throbbing with tension, the cum simmering inside his huge nuts.
It was then that Morgan realized she had to fuck her own grandson. She couldn't let a cock as young, hard and beautiful as his slip away from her without feeling it driving into her hot, tight pussy. She needed to feel his lean, muscular, young body writhing above her, his chest crushing her tits to her chest as he reamed out her hot cunt with his cock, driving his magnificent prick into her pussy until he filled her with his youth and virility.
She needed to feel Lane driving his cock into her, to hear him gasping and moaning with passion as his balls exploded, flooding her pussy with salty, thick cum.
But that was for later.
Morgan jerked hard on Lane's cock, feeling it pulsating in her fist. The heat of his steelish cockshaft seeped through her palm, spreading throughout her body. Her mouth watered as she thought about kneeling in the alley, unmindful of the litter strewn about, and deep-throating the boy's meaty young cock.
"Ahhhhh!" Lane sighed, his hips quivering, his asscheeks taut with tension as he squeezed his fingers deeper into Morgan's succulent tits. He looked at her face, surprised at how youthful his grandmother appeared. Her wide, sensual, red-lipped mouth, he suspected, could give the most satisfying blow-jobs any teenager could ever hope for.
Morgan twisted her hand around the broad, throbbing shaft of Lane's prick. As she stroked it, she stared at his cockhead. It was large, conical, delicious-looking. The ridge that separated his cockhead from his cockshaft was particularly pronounced. Morgan could imagine what it would feel like, that rubbery ridge of flesh, sliding between her cuntlips, powered on by his steelish fuck-shaft, driving deep into her hot, juicy, hungry cunt.
Morgan watched her hand flashing back and forth over Lane's ten-inch prick. She squeezed his balls firmly, pleased that his egg-shaped nuts were as oversized as his prick. Her brilliantly polished, long fingernails were bright against his cock.
"Cum, my darling," she whispered as he mauled her tits, groping the huge milkers painfully hard as the tension built in his balls. "Cum, Lane! I want to watch you cum!"
A moment later Morgan gasped with pleasure when a thick, white jet of cum jetted out of Lane's piss-hole. His hot, sticky cum sailed through the air and splattered against Morgan's flat stomach.
A second eruption of cream quickly followed, and Morgan was surprised that it was even greater in volume than the first. This time, however, the cum hit her on the front of her white skirt, sticking to the fabric, staining it as she continued to whack feverishly on the teenager's erupting prick.
She pushed his balls up, rubbing them against Lane's body as they released their pungent load of cum.
"Cum!" Morgan urged, her hand flashing to and fro, her eyes wide with lust as she stared at the streams of cum gushing from Lane's piss-hole.
A river of white, thick cum flipped through the air, sailing upward from the way Morgan was pounding on her grandson's prick. The cum hit her on the stomach, almost striking the underside of her golden tits.
As he came, Lane gouged his fingers brutally into Morgan's tits, unintentionally hurting her as she gave him the hand-job. His face was a twisted mask of ecstasy as he watched his own cum hitting her skirt and stomach, spewing hotly out of his massively enlarged pricktip.
"Ohhhhhh!" Lane sighed as the last of his cum trickled out of his balls.
Morgan squeezed the boy's prick from his shaft toward his cockhead, working the last of his cum out. When she finally removed her hand from his cock, she had cum sticking between her fingers. She wiped the cum off onto her already cum-splattered whit skirt.
"Come on, let's go home," Morgan whispered, tucking her blouse into her skirt and beginning to button it, hiding her incredible tits. "I've got my car parked just around the corner."
Morgan's tits were hurting, her nipples aching from the brutal way that Lane had pinched and squeezed them while he came. But Morgan didn't care. The pain let her know that she had really gotten to the boy's senses, that she had turned him on so much he lost control of his own actions.
As she walked slowly toward her car, slipping her arm inside Lane's, a sultry smile curled up the corners of her mouth. She was already thinking about what it would be like to have him heaving above her, stabbing that bone-hard, magnificent prick of his to the hilt in her cunt.
Chapter Four
Karla felt strange sitting in her parents' bedroom, her body fresh and clean from the shower she'd just taken, completely naked as she looked at herself in the mirror.
She was pleased with what she saw as she turned slowly to examine her asscheeks. After a moment of thought, Karla decided that she had a very nice ass indeed. Sexy and tight. She'd been told that, and one of her past boyfriends had even suggested that she spread her asscheeks for him so that he could fuck her asshole. Karla had turned him down, but the thought of getting ass-fucked had continued to tantalize her mind long after she had gotten rid of the boyfriend.
She stood five-four, and her lush body was something to be proud of. Karla tits weren't quite as large as her mother's, but they stood out from her body high and proud, two succu-lently shaped mounds of tit-flesh that were firm and excitable. Her areolas were also particularly dark, about the size of silver dollar coins, and her nipples were tiny round cylinders of delicious flesh.
She was quite slender, and her hips hadn't become splayed yet for child-bearing. But that only served to make her ass small and tight in a girlish sort of way, the kind of ass that looked so magnificent in tight-fitting jeans.
Karla's cunt-bush was particularly thick for a girl her age. Tight black curls surrounded her pink-lipped pussy.
She sat at her mother's dressing table and took a tube of lip gloss from the collection of makeup Monique had at the ready. Karla put red lip gloss on her mouth and examined her work, then put mascara to her already black eyelashes.
"Not bad," she murmured quietly to herself, looking at her reflection in the mirror. "Not at all bad."
She had shoulder-length black hair that curled naturally, jet black eyes that held a smoldering sensuality in them at all times, and rather pronounced cheekbones. She was, though Karla really didn't fully understand it, exquisitely beautiful.
She moved away from the dressing table to the bed. On the bed were the clothes--most of them Monique's--that Morgan had told her to wear for the evening. Karla's eyes roamed over the clothing appreciatively. Morgan's eye for sensuality couldn't be denied. She hadn't left anything to chance, going so far as to select which pair of panties Karla was supposed to wear.
Karla picked up the pale lavender garter belt and examined it. Sewn into the fabric were flowers. It was beautiful, a work of art, and Karla found herself wondering why she'd never worn one before.
Next Karla looked at the stockings Morgan had chosen for her to wear. They, like the garter belt, were lavender. Coming to the tops of her thighs, they had lines of embroidered curlicues running the length of them, the stockings a fine silk mesh that was obviously quite expensive. At the tops of the stockings was a darker band of material, reinforced to help support the strain of the garter clasps.
The teenager slipped the garter belt around her slender waist and fastened it, then rolled the stockings up her thighs. Standing near the bed, she brought her hands up and down her legs, enjoying the feel of the silk mesh stockings against her fingertips.
She touched the pink lips of her cunt and was surprised to find her pussy was already moist. Slick, warm pussy-juice had oozed to the opening of her cunt, preparing her for the evening ahead.
Karla moaned softly, rubbing her clit with the tip of her middle finger, feeling shivers of lust twitching through her slender, erotic body.
"Ohhhhhh!" she purred, rubbing her clit a little more firmly, spreading her feet wider apart as she stood beside the big bed her parents shared.
Karla was no virgin. She had given boys blow-jobs and opened her slender thighs to have her hot little pussy filled with cock. But through all the erotic episodes in her life, she'd never really found sex completely satisfying. She came most of the time when she got fucked, but there was always something missing.
When Morgan said that Karla should do "whatever is necessary" to get her brothers to return home, the hint was that the teenager should use her body as a method of persuasion. The thought of actually having a sexual encounter with Lane or Phillip was both frightening and exhilarating to the teenage girl, who had never quite found the right stud to completely satisfy her needs.
Karla got the tip of her finger good and moist with pussy-juice, then switched hands, rubbing her cunt with her left hand while she reached around her hips to moisten her asshole with pussy-juice.
"Awwwwww!" she groaned, shoving a finger into her cunt and asshole at the same time.
The girl's dark eyes became glassy, her eyelids fluttering as she felt the lust glowing inside her body. She worked her hands slowly, finger-fucking her cunt and asshole.
The sound of footsteps at the doorway caused Karla's heart to leap in her chest. She wheeled around and found herself face to face with Adley.
"Daddy, what are you doing here?" Karla asked.
Her eyes went down to his crotch, and she gasped again when she saw bis big cock standing out from his body. One look in Adley's eyes, and Karla knew that she was going to get fucked. There was a wildness in her father's eyes that Karla had never seen before. If she hadn't been so horny, she would have been frightened by it. Instead, she was pleased by the powerful, lusty reaction she drew from her own father.
"I've got to have you," Adley whispered, his voice sounding like he was in a trance as he approached bis daughter slowly, his eyes devouring her body. "I've just got to have you. I've wanted you for so long. And now look at you. So beautiful! So exquisitely, eroticaily beautiful! I've never seen anyone look sexier."
Karla found it difficult to believe such words were actually coming from her own father's lips. She stared at his prick, her mouth watering in anticipation of sucking on it.
What am I supposed to do? the teenager thought as her father took each step with slow deliberation. Be forward? Be shy? Pretend that I don't want him so that he'll have to be strong and forceful? Be lewd and forward, and beg for his cock, telling his father he's the only man in the world who could satisfy her horny needs.
All those questions were answered for Karla when her father took her in his arms and crushed her slender yet curvaceous young body against bis own.
"Mmmmmmm!" Karla moaned, opening her lips to accept Adley's tongue into her mouth.
Her tits pressed against his chest, the fabric of Adley's shirt causing her nipples to send tingles throughout her body. Karla wrapped her arms around Adley's chest, squirming in his embrace, sucking passionately on his invading tongue.
As they kissed, Karla felt her father's prick pressing against her stomach. His cockhead was hot and spongy. The line of his prickshaft was pointing up toward her luscious, firm tits.
Karla slithered her tongue into her father's mouth, tasting him, shivering with lust in his embrace. She rubbed her tits against him. Hot tingling sensations came from her pebble-like nipples.
Adley's hands slipped down Karla's back, over her lavender garter belt, until he squeezed her firm, tight, small asscheeks. He pressed the teenager's crotch against his thigh, feeling the incredible heat and moisture of his luscious daughter's cuntlips even through his slacks.
"I've got to fuck you," Adley whispered hoarsely, looking down into Karla's deep-brown eyes. "I've got to."
Karla did not protest when her father picked her up, slipping one arm at the backs of her knees, the other just beneath her arms. He carried her to the bed and laid her gently down upon it.
"Yes, Daddy," Karla purred softly, looking at him through her eyelashes, her eyes barely open as she gazed at his powerful body while he stripped out of his clothes. "I want you to. I want to fuck you, too. I want to feel your cock pushing inside me, filling me up."
When Adley stripped off the last of his clothes, he stood at the side of the bed for a long time, just looking down at Karla. She had grown up, he suddenly realized. She was an exquisitely beautiful young woman. Her tits were firm mounds of delectable flesh, with dark-brown areolas and hard, nubby nipples. Between her slender thighs, she had a woman's cunt-bush, dark-brown hair surrounding the pink, moist lips of her cunt.
Karla stared at Adley's cock. It was standing straight out from his body, a long hunk of fuckmeat as hard as a billy club. Nine thick, pulsing inches of cockmeat guaranteed to ream out the teenager's pussy and fuck her into ecstasy.
"Oh, Daddy!" Karla purred. She reached up and touched her fingertips to the head of his prick. "Look at you. You're so hard . . .so hard for me."
Adley leaned over his daughter as she curled her fingers around the shaft of his cock. He shifted his position slightly, moving higher on the bed as she brought her head off the pillow.
"Suck my cock," Adley whispered, his eyes wide and glassy with lust as he watched Karla's moist, red lips coming closer and closer to his pricktip. "Suck me, darling."
Karla kissed Adley's cockhead lovingly, smacking her lips against the crown of his prick. She allowed the very tip of her pink tongue to flick out briefly, tantalizingly, grazing against the underside of his bullet-shaped cockhead. The moment her tongue touched her father's cockhead, Adley flinched, his whole body tensing as though he had been shocked with electric current.
Karla moved over to the edge of the bed, her face turned toward Adley. When he pushed his cock at her mouth, she moaned softly, allowing the head of his prick to spread her jaws.
"Mmmmmmm!" the teenager moaned, sucking her cheeks in around his invading cockhead.
Because of the position she was in, Karla was accepting her father's prick into her mouth so that the sides of his cockhead rubbed against her upper and lower lip.
"Suck me, darling," Adley repeated, pushing another inch of his red-hot pnckshaft between the teenager's lips, feeling his cockhead nudging her tonsils.
He had never seen anything that turned him on quite so much. Karla's beautiful, youthful face gasping as she took his burning prick between her lips, was stunningly erotic. He groaned softly, feeling his own daughter's tongue slithering around the head of his aching, red-hot prick.
Karla's clit was tingling as she sucked her father's cock deep into her mouth, holding as much of his prick in her mouth as she possibly could. She propped herself up with one elbow, resting on her side, not moving her head as she nibbled her lips on the shaft of Adley's cock. When her father started to pump his hips slowly, fucking the teenager's face, she moaned to signify that she enjoyed what he was doing to her.
"Ohhhhh! My darling," Adley whispered. "I never dreamed you were this passionate, this loving."
Karla nodded her head without taking the cock out from between her lips. She adjusted the angle of her head so that the clefted underside of his cockhead now rubbed over her frisking tongue whenever Adley pushed his prick between her lips. A thick, pungent-tasting drop of pre-cum oozed out of her father's piss-hole, and Karla lapped the salty cream up greedily, shivering with ecstasy as she felt her lust mounting inside her feverish young body.
"That's it, darling," Adley sighed, shoving his cock into the girl's mouth until his pricktip was wedged firmly against the opening of her throat. "You are so beautiful with my cock in your mouth."
"Mmmmmmmft!" the teenager slurped, sucking hungrily on the head of her father's delicious, meaty prick. She wanted Adley to know that he wasn't doing anything to her that she didn't want.
Adley reached down and tenderly pinched one of Karla's hard, lust-distended, throbbing nipples. When he did this, she whimpered softly, her slender, young body twitching on the bed. She swirled her tongue around his cockhead faster as lust soared through her senses. Her moist, red, glistening lips nibbled and chewed succulently on the hard, meaty shaft of Adley's prick.
"Ohhhhh!" Adley sighed.
He shoved his hips at his daughter's face and groaned again when he watched her head snap back a little as the head of his cock slammed hard against the opening of her throat, nearly choking the teenager.
Adley bent over and put a hand between his daughter's legs, his fingers lightly touching her thick, curly bush of cunt hair. Karla spread her legs quickly in invitation, putting her left foot near her right knee, opening her thighs so that Adley could do whatever he wanted to.
She was rewarded with a finger shoved into her pussy. Karla moaned even louder than before, nodding her head, shivering as his cockhead worked around insided her mouth, distorting her beautiful facial features.
"Your pussy is so hot," Adley groaned. He shoved the entire length of his middle finger into the teenager's seething pussy, then rubbed his palm against her clit. While Adley did this, he never took his eyes off her face, or his own cock that was stretching her lips.
Karla's left hand was near her hip. She grabbed her father's wrist, groping blindly until she found it. Holding his wrist, she started jerking his hand back and forth. A moment later, Adley started finger-fucking her juicy pussy faster, rubbing his finger against her clit.
"Mnimmmmmft!" the cock-hungry teenager crooned, turning her face to one side to allow his pricktip to rub against the slick inside of her cheek swelling her face out lewdly.
Adley finger-fucked his daughter's tight pussy, amazed at how hot and wet her cunt was. His eyes danced from her face to her thighs. Watching his own finger sliding between her pink cuntlips excited him. Turning his attention to her tits, he watched the hard-nippled mounds of young, feminine tit-flesh jiggling tautly from her chest.
"I'm going to fuck you now," Adley said, his voice sounding much more calm than he really felt. "I've got to feel my cock inside your pussy."
"Yes, Daddy. I want that," Karla whispered as she slipped over toward the middle of the bed, raising her knees and putting the soles of her feet against the mattress to form a silken valley for her father to slide his hips between.
A shiver of expectancy twitched through the teenager's body as she watched her father getting position between her legs. Adley sat on his heels, his prick standing out from his body, hard and proud, his cockhead moist from the girl's mouth.
"Put your cock in me," Karla whispered, her voice so soft it was barely audible. "I need to feel you inside me." Adley pushed his cock down so that his pricktip was against the girl's moist, pink cuntlips. He rocked his hips forward, moving just a couple of inches, and watched as her cuntlips pushed inward then separated to accept the knob of his rigid prick.
"Awwwwww!" Karla sighed, twitching on the bed as she felt her pussy stretching to accommodate her own father's enormous cock-head. The heat of Adley's spongy cockhead against her clit was a heightened sensation for Karla, and she realized this was because it was her own father's prick that was being pushed into her hot cunt.
"Work it, baby!" Adley urged, reaching his hands out to grab his daughter's luscious, firm tits.
He pressed his fingers deep into the taut mounds, grabbing her tits painfully hard as Karla squirmed blissfully on the bed.
Karla raised her hips, her weight now on her feet and shoulders. She slid her hips around in midair, feeling her father's prick working around inside her seething pussy, rubbing against her clit and spreading her cuntlips wide with its thickness. She revolved her hips around the head of his prick, then pushed herself at him, taking more of his amazingly hard, red-hot prick into the smooth, moist recesses of her excited, cock-hungry pussy.
Karla's arms were extended in either direction as she gave herself over totally to the sensations that were going through her. The emotional stimulation of fucking her own daddy was just as much of an erotic factor as the actual physical contact of having a cock wedging into her cunt and filling up her sweet, juicy pussy. "Awwwwww!" Karla groaned, her hips up in the air.
She leaned toward her father, all her weight on her feet and shoulders, and felt her thighs press against his body. The dark-haired teenager now held all of Adley's nine-inch prick in her cunt. She could feel his cockhead throbbing hotly, spreading the slick walls of her cunt. His balls, so hot and hairy, rested in the tight crevice of her asscheeks.
"Fuck meeeee!" Karla suddenly wailed, helpless against the mind-boggling lust that soared in her.
She worked her hips in a circular motion briefly, then began rocking to and fro, her ass up in the air to get at the right angle to fuck herself on her father's outstretched prick. As she shivered with lust and fucked herself on Adley's club-like prick, Karla groaned and moaned softly, keeping her arms out in either direction so that her father would have no difficulty in getting to her luscious tits.
"Fuck yourself on my cock!" Adley urged, pinching the girl's nipples as she squirmed on the end of his prick, working her cuntlips around his cockhead. "That's it, darling! Fuck yourself on my cock!"
And that's exactly what Karla did. She whimpered, rocking back and forth to fill her seething, sizzling cunt with his cock. Sometimes, when she had pulled her cuntlips over the length of his prick until she held only his cockhead in her pussy, she would pause a moment to just savor the feel of his cockhead throbbing against her clit. After a couple seconds Karla couldn't take it any longer, so she would throw herself at her father, the breath being ripped from her lungs as his thick, fiery prick stabbed full-length into her cunt, the upper surface of his broad fuckshaft rubbing against her erect, pink clit as it filled her cunt.
Adley slipped his hands around his daughter's hips, squeezing her tight asscheeks. Looking down, he watched the pale shaft of his prick gliding to and fro between Karla's cuntlips, rubbing against her clit. The thick, curly thatch of black hair around her pussy made him shiver with lust. He lunged at her, burying bis prick into her pussy with extra force as he felt the cum beginning to boil inside his huge, free-swinging balls.
"Ahhhhhh!" Adley sighed, squeezing Karla's asscheeks in his hands.
The contact of Karla's lavender mesh stockings against his hips sent tingling sensations twitching through Adley's muscular, athletic body. He ran his hand over her lace garter belt, then over her flat, smooth stomach to her tits. He squeezed her asscheeks, keeping her hips raised to the right level as he mauled her tits.
Karla wondered if her father was ever going to fuck her, or if he was just going to let her do all the blissful work, jerking her luscious, lean hips to and fro to squeeze his cock's shaft with her cuntlips.
If he wanted her to fuck herself on his prick, the teenager decided, then that was fine by her. Just so long as his big, meaty prick stayed buried deep in her cunt, she wasn't going to complain about anything.
The feel of his hands mauling her tits and asscheeks sent hot waves of sheer ecstasy rippling through her body. Karla gasped for air, her red lips parted as she breathed quickly and deeply, feeling the pressure building in the pit of her stomach.
Each time she pushed her ass toward Adley, or pulled away from him, the shaft of his amazingly hard cock put a slick friction against her erect clit. The itching, tingling sensations that were coming from her clit and nipples were spreading a fire through her that wouldn't be doused until she had gushed out her girl-cum.
"Awwwww! Ohhhhh! Daddy, you are so beautiful," the teenager purred huskily, looking at Adley through her blackened eyelashes.
As she rocked to and fro, her tits jiggled and swayed tautly on her rib cage, the areolas a dark-brown from the passion that soared through her senses, the nipples standing up, cylindrical, like pencil erasers. The black curls of her hair twitched around her cheeks and against her forehead as she slid to and fro, fucking her turgid pussy on Adley's bone-hard prick.
"Fuck meeee!' Karla wailed, helpless against the onslaught of emotions that were making coherent thought completely impossible.
Karla looked at her father. His face was twisted with the agony of his lust. His hands were like steel vises that gripped her hips, helping her slide to and fro over the burning hot length of his bone-hard prick.
"Cum on me!" Karla whispered. "I want to watch you cum, Daddy!"
The words were hardly out of her mouth before she came. Her pussy contracted around Adley's cunt-stretching prick, and slick, oily waves of clear pussy-juice sluiced out of her cunt. She made a series of high-pitched, squealing sounds that came from deep within her chest as her body convulsed and spasmed.
She jerked her lean frame back and forth, being helped by Adley as he jerked her toward him while throwing his cock into her pussy, stabbing her luscious body with his prick. Karla bunched the bed linen in her fists, her body seemingly turning inside out as a white fire spread through her. Pussy-juice gushed out of her cunt, trickling from her pussylips to the crevices of her tight, straining asscheeks.
Her body was still shivering when she felt Adley jerk his hips back far enough to get his prick out from between her clenching cuntlips. Karla, on her tiptoes with her shoulders still against the bed, screamed with delight as Adley jerked her to and fro, forcing the underside of his red-hot cockshaft to rub over her cuntlips.
"Yeahhhhhh!" Adley howled, feeling his daughter's curly, black cunt bush tickling his balls as he slid his prick over her cuntlips.
The streams of cum detonated out of his piss-hole a fraction of a second later. Adley, his eyes wide and bugged out with the intense ecstasy that was going through him, watched as the white, sticky spurts of cum sailed through the air and rained down upon his lovely daughter.
"Cummmmm!" Karla screamed, her mind incapable of comprehending anything but her own lust.
She stared at Adley's massive, bullet-shaped cockhead as thick, spewing wads of cum jetted out. A pungent eruption of cum arched through the air and hit her chin, sticking to her flesh just beneath her red lips. The cum trailed over Karla's chin to her breastbone, and from there down partway to her flat.stomach.
More cum detonated out of Adley's overheated balls. Cum spat from bis enlarged cock-head, striking his daughter's right tit, white against her dark-brown areola. Hot white cum squirted from his pricktip to hit her on the stomach and stick to the see-through lavender fabric of her garter belt.
"Awwwww! Ieeeaaahhhh!" Adley groaned, jerking his hips to and fro feverishly.
When the torrent slowed to a weak trickle of cum, Adley watched the white, sticky blobs become matted in his daughter's black, thick cunt-bush. "In me!" Karla gasped, rubbing the cum into her tits.
She was given her reward when Adley shoved his still-hard prick between her cuntlips, fucking it full-length into her. She moaned softly, her hips still up in the air as she massaged her father's cum into her tingling firm cones of tit-flesh.
"Sooooo goooood!" Karla purred, her eyes closed as she savored the afterglow of a very satisfying orgasm.
Chapter Five
"What are you doing here?" Phillip asked suspiciously when Monique pulled her car to a stop in front of him.
He was standing beneath a street light with a couple of his friends. From the look on Phillip's face, it was clear that he wasn't happy about the arrival of his mother.
"I've been looking for you," Monique answered quietly. Her feline eyes took in her son. Was she really going to fuck him? That question had taunted her since she began looking for Phillip after giving Adley a blow-job in the saloon.
Though there was definitely something in Monique that got excited with fucking while having an audience, getting it on with her own son while neighbor boys watched her wasn't exactly in her plans.
Monique cleared her throat, looking up at her son, and said, "I was wondering if there was some place where we might talk in private. I've got something to say to you."
Phillip put his hands on his hips, puffing his chest out a little. He was still extremely angry with his mother, and he kept a stance and expression that told her as much.
Looking down through the open car window at Monique, he thought for a moment that he saw a glimpse of her right tit. The rabbit fur coat she had on was open a little, and when she moved slightly, he caught a second glimpse of her creamy tit. Though he saw only the upper swell of his mother's tit-flesh, Phillip suspected she didn't have a blouse on beneath the coat.
Could that be true? wondered the teenager as his mother spoke to him.
Monique saw the direction of her son's gaze.
She shifted positions in the car, turning her body so that he could more easily look into her coat.
Since she was sitting, the coat was open at her thighs, nearly showing her legs all the way to her pussy. Monique moved her feet a little to draw Phillip's attention to them, and when she noticed his eyes widening, she realized she'd triggered the lust in his young soul.
"I'm very, very sorry for everything that has happened at home," Monique continued, her voice soft as silk. "I'm trying to apologize, Phillip. Can't you see that? I want to make your life . . . happy."
Monique felt the heat in her pussy. Her cunt-lips felt slippery with pussy-juice.
"Let me move out of the intersection," Monique said, putting the transmission in gear. What she really wanted to do was drive out from under the street light into a darker area.
Monique pulled the car next to the curb, parking behind another car. She got out as Phillip and three of his friends slowly walked toward her.
I'm going to fuck him, the mother thought as Phillip approached.
For the first time, Monique noticed how trim her son's hips were, and how manly the bulge in his jeans was. He was definitely blessed with a big cock, just like his father.
She leaned against the car door, crossing her ankles together, enjoying the appraising looks she received from Phillip and his friends. Though Phillip stood directly in front of her, his friends kept back about ten yards or so.
"Phillip, can't you see that I love you, and that I want you home with me?" Monique asked.
The words could be construed as simply maternal, but Monique made sure that there was a tinge of lust in her tone. Enough to tantalize the teenager's senses as he looked at her.
"Forget it," Phillip whispered venomously. "I'm never going home. There's too much shit going down at that place."
Monique merely smiled at Phillip and flicked open the buttons of her fur coat. It fell open a little, enough to show her small, triangular patch of cunt hair and the inner swells of her lusciously rounded, pink-nippled tits.
"I said things were going to get better," she purred. "I meant that, Phillip. And I also said that I was going to make you happy. I meant that, too."
One of Phillip's friends murmured, "Son of a bitch! Would you look at that body?"
Monique looked the boy straight in the eyes and said, "Yes, you can look at my body. I find it. . . exciting."
Continuing to lean back against her own car, Monique opened her coat, allowing it to hang down the sides of her body. She spread her feet a little to give her son a better view of her tight, juicy cunt. The lust that was singing in her veins was enough to make her shiver a little, even though Phillip wasn't touching her.
"Go ahead, Phillip," Monique purred, her soft brown eyes glowing with passion. "Make yourself happy. I won't stop you, you know."
Phillip couldn't believe what he was seeing. And the best part of it was that later, when he was bragging about fucking his own beautiful mother to his friends, he would have buddies who would back him up on the story. Nobody would be able to doubt that he had in truth fucked his own mother.
"Damn!" Phillip whistled, shaking his head in disbelief.
He couldn't believe how perfect his mother's body was. Her tits pushed out from her body firmly, riding high on her rib cage. Her areolas were perfectly round, and her nipples were hard, standing up, waiting for his mouth. He couldn't remember seeing a woman who turned him on quite so much.
"Go ahead, Phillip, tell me what you want." Monique slipped a hand down, almost touching her cuntlips. "Wouldn't you like to put your cock here?"
Phillip nodded his head and began opening his pants, struggling to get his bone-hard prick out. Though he hadn't touched his mother yet, the sight of her erotic body was enough to give him a rigid, steelish hard-on.
Monique looked at the three boys who were devouring her luscious body with their eyes. Once again, it surprised her to realize how fully developed her own exhibitionism was. She cursed herself silently for not realizing her own true nature before this evening.
Unsure of exactly what her son might want, Monique raised her arms, placing the flat of her palms against the hood of the car. She pushed her feet farther out in front of her, balancing on her open-toed, high-heeled shoes, leaning back so that Phillip would have easy access to her seething, juicy pussy.
"Shove your cock in me, darling," Monique purred sultrily, her heavy-lidded eyes open to just slits as she felt pussy-juice oozing to her cuntlips. "Fuck me however you like. I'll do whatever you want."
It was not a request that went unheeded by Phillip. His cock, all nine inches of it, throbbed in his crotch. He approached his mother slowly, his eyes glowing with lust. He reached between his legs and cupped his young, cum-producing balls.
"You're beautiful!" Phillip whispered, his voice sounding as though he was in a trance. "So very, very beautiful!"
Monique closed her eyes and put her head back until she felt the hood of the car. She made soft, moaning sounds in her throat, rocking slightly from side to side as she waited for the ecstasy of having her tight, pink cuntlips parted by her own son's huge prick.
Phillip held his balls in one hand, the base of bis cockshaft in the other. He moved forward enough so that his feet were between Monique's.
If she hadn't been leaning back against the car, his cockhead would have touched her smooth, flat stomach.
"I'm going to fuck you," the young boy whispered.
He couldn't remember how long he had wanted to say those very words. Looking at his mother's face, he sighed softly. It didn't matter to Phillip that he was standing in the street with his pants down to his knees and his prick jutting out where everyone could see it. The boy was horny beyond all measure.
Bending at the knees, Phillip got himself at the proper height and angle to fuck his cock into Monique's hot, slick, tight pussy. He touched his cockhead to her cuntlips and groaned, feeling the heat of her pussy seeping through his pricktip throughout his powerful, wiry body.
"Fuck me, Phillip," Monique purred.
She opened her eyes, keeping her face turned away from her son. There was no need for her to look at him. What was exciting to the blonde woman was seeing Phillip's three friends watching her.
The spongy, conical tip of her son's prick touched Monique's clit and she made a soft, tremulous moaning sound. The pressure against her cuntlips became greater, and Monique consciously relaxed her pussy, A moment later, her own son's cockhead was inside her pussy, and she could feel the heat and masculinity of him driving deeper into her sizzling, wet cunt.
"Awwwww!" Phillip groaned.
He pushed his prick into her cunt until the edge of his fist touched Monique's pussylips. Phillip removed his right hand from the shaft of his cock and leaned toward her, reaming out her cunt, driving his cockhead further into the hot, juicy channel of her pussy.
When the entire length of his cock was buried inside his mother's pussy, Phillip put his hands between their bodies, cupping both of her luscious tits. The hardness of her lust-distended nipples made him shiver; the heat of her cunt spread an all-consuming fire in his veins.
"Yesssss!" Monique purred, feeling her own son's prick vibrating deep inside her cunt.
She rolled her head on the hood of the car, groaning softly with pleasure. When Phillip pulled back withdrawing some of his cock from her cunt, then bore into her again heatedly, she was knocked back so that her ass struck hard against the car's door. Her fur coat cushioned the impact.
"Ohhhhh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" Phillip sighed, squeezing his mother's firm tits very hard as he pistoned his hips, sliding his cock in and out of the tight cuntlips that milked the shaft of his prick.
His balls swung heavily between his tensed, quivering thighs as he fucked Monique. Though Phillip was quite an experienced cocksman, he could tell that he wouldn't be able to fuck Monique for very long without cumming. She was just too beautiful for him to show that much style. And besides, since she was his mother, the whole ordeal of fucking her was made that much more erotic.
Phillip caught Monique's nipples between his first fingers and thumbs. He pinched her nipples savagely, watching her face twist into a mask of pain. He wanted to hurt her for treating his father so badly, but at the same time he wanted to please her with his cock. Fucking his big prick in and out of her seething, juicy pussy, Phillip did not know that he was accomplishing exactly that--pleasing Monique and hurting her simultaneously.
"Uh! Ohhhhh! Fuck me Phillip," Monique whispered, fighting against the pain of having her nipples brutally pinched and twisted while her hot, tight, massaging pussy was getting filled with her own son's hard-driving prick.
Monique had never known that taking a cock into her pussy could feel that good. She shivered with ecstasy, her head against the hood of the car as her son pistoned his hips slowly, driving the entire length of his prick into the hungry, tight recesses of her cunt.
"Fuck me!" she purred.
Phillip's pinching fingers continued to torture Monique's cherry nipples. But that was a small price to pay for the exquisite sensations she felt at having her cunt pummeled by her own son's prick while three of his friends watched from nearby. Monique opened her eyes briefly and saw the stars overhead. She wondered if someone was going to drive by while she was knocked against her car by her son's thrashing hips.
What would Adley think if I got arrested for fucking Phillip in public? thought Monique as she was bounced against her car by her son's skewering thrust of cockmeat into her pussy.
Phillip was groaning softly. He shoved all of his prick into Monique's pussy and leaned back, looking at her exquisite features. She really was a beautiful woman. He moaned softly as a shiver worked its way from his balls up his spine.
"Ohhhhh! Your cunt is so hot and tight!" Phillips whispered tenderly, cupping his mother's face in hsi hands.
He kissed her lips softly. It was the first time that they had kissed, even though he had been driving his bone-hard prick in and out of her cunt for several minutes.
"I love your cunt, Mother. You're going to make me cum."
Monique looked into her son's eyes, pleased with what she saw in them. Gone now was the burning rage, the futile anger that she'd seen earlier. Now, as his prick throbbed and pulsed hotly in the depths of her cunt, she saw nothing but lust and affection in his eyes.
"Fuck me slowly, darling," Monique whispered.
She kept her hands on the roof of the car, not wanting to position herself in a way that might hinder Phillip's movements.
"Drive your big cock into me, precious darling!"
Phillip put his hands on his mother's shoulders, sliding the shaft of his prick back and forth between her kneading, pink cuntlips. He stared at her rosy-nippled tits as they jiggled on her chest, swaying slightly as he knocked her against the car. The sight of her nipples was a powerfully sensual thing for the teenager, and he groaned softly, fighting to hold his cum back for as long as possible.
The ridge of Phillip's cockhead slipped out between Monique's cuntlips. She moaned her disapproval, feeling empty without his young, hard cock filling her cock-hungry pussy. Looking at him, Monique tried to speak. Though her lips moved, her throat was unable to formulate any words.
"Oh, no!" Monique whispered.
The force of her orgasm shocked Monique. She had gotten turned on by giving Adley a blow-job in the bar. The after-effect of that blow-job had been to keep her supremely horny. She never even felt the approach of her orgasm until suddenly, without an forewarning at all, she was shivering and shaking, fighting desperately to keep her knees straight and her legs from collapsing as hot waves of girl-cum trickled out of her overheated cunt.
"Cum, Mommy!" Phillip whispered, throwing his hips between her thighs, driving the fiery length of his prick into her erupting cunt.
Fully embedded in his own mother's pussy, Phillip could feel Monique's cunt muscles squeezing and flexing around his prick as her pussy-juice streamed out. He felt her girl-cum trickling over the hairy sac of his nuts. That added heat and moisture, combined with the effect her clenching cunt on his balls, was more than the horny young man with the nine-inch prick could take.
"Arrrrggghhhh!" Phillip groaned.
Monique was pounded hard against the door of the car when her son threw his powerful hips between her thighs, stabbing his steelish prick to the hilt in her hot, tight cunt. She gasped, her tits shaking on her chest, glad that her fur coat was cushioning her hipbones against the car.
When Monique felt her cunt getting flooded with her own son's pungent, slick eruptions of cum, she turned her head to look at the three boys watching her. The sight of them staring at her body, even though much of it was blocked from their view by Phillip's thrashing body, was electrifying Monique.
Feeling like an actress on a stage, she closed her eyes and came a second time, her cunt squeezing firmly around Phillip's ramrodding prick as thick, spewing jets of manly cum squirted deep inside her pussy.
Chapter Six
Morgan closed the door to the guest bedroom, fighting to keep the smile from her face. She had lured Lane back home, and the price she paid--letting him feel her up as he gave himself a hand-job--was something she would gladly pay again.
Looking down, she studied the cum stains on her skirt. The dried white spots pleased her, and the memory of what it had been like to watch the young stud's cum jetting out of his cockhead flooded back to Morgan, making her shiver from head to foot.
"Not bad for an old broad," Morgan murmured quietly as she unfastened her skirt and let it slip around her ankles.
She stood in front of a full-length mirror, studying her body. Slowly, her fingers trembling a little, she unbuttoned her blouse to expose her huge, billowing tits.
The curly blonde put her hands over her tits, touching her succulent tit-mounds lightly, looking at herself in the mirror.
"My hands can't cover up much of them, can they?" she mumbled happily to herself. "No, I'm not in bad shape at all--for an old broad."
She was just about to take her suitcase out from under the bed when there was a knock at the door. Instinctively Morgan cupped her tits to hide them. Then, a devilish, lusty smile playing with her wide, sensual, red-lipped mouth, and she removed her hands from her tits.
Morgan got down on her hands and knees near the bed, making it appear as though she was going for her suitcase.
"Yes?" she asked, her ass toward the door, her succulent tits hanging down, full and heavy, nearly touching her silk-encased thighs.
Morgan waited for the door to open. When she heard the startled gasp, she knew it wasn't Lane who had stepped into her bedroom. Lane was already aware of how lusty she was, so he wouldn't have been so surprised to see her.
"Oh . . . ah . . . should I come back later?"
Morgan recognized Phillip's voice. She grabbed her suitecase and tugged it out from beneath the bed, trying to appear calm while her heart hammered in her chest.
"That's not necessary," Morgan said, dumping the suitcase on the bed, very aware of the way her tits swelled out from her body, jiggling and shaking. "After all, I'm your grandmother and you're my grandson. There's no need for us to be embarrassed."
Morgan opened her suitcase and started rummaging aimlessly through it, giving Phillip a good look at her ass. Her bikini panties hugged the contours of her asscheeks tightly, showing off her curves. The pink blouse Morgan had on flopped at the sides of her incredible tits, not hiding much of them from Phillip.
After she had gone through her suitcase as long as she possibly could without making Phillip suspicious that she was actually just exposing her body to him, she turned and let him look at her from the front.
"I spilled something on my skirt," Morgan explained. "I was just looking to put something else on."
Phillip couldn't believe his eyes. Morgan, his grandmother, had the most beautiful set of tits he had ever laid his eyes on. They were fucking huge! Big, creamy, milk melons of tit-flesh that swelled out away from her body.
The boy's cock was throbbing madly inside his pants. Even thogh he had shot his wad into his mother's pussy only an hour earlier, he could feel his balls beginning to tingle and itch with the need to release yet another hot, spurting load of cum.
When Morgan allowed her eyes to scan down Phillip's body, she saw a thick line of semi-hard cock growing down the leg of the boy's pants. She battled with herself to keep from smiling.
He's horny for me too! she thought joyously.
"Did you want something?" Morgan asked, walking slowly closer to Phillip. Her tits jiggling with each step she took. "Why did you come here?"
"I ... ah ... I don't remember," Phillip . replied, blushing crimson.
Morgan moved close enough so that she was within arm's reach of Phillip. Though she only stood five-foot-three, her stiletto-heeled shoes put her almost at eye-level to him.
"Perhaps you came here ... to cum," she whispered, her tone hoarse with the lust that was singing in her veins. "Is that it, Phillip? Is that what you've been trying to tell me but can't?"
Though it wasn't the truth, though he had actually just gone to see his grandmother to talk with her and calm his nerves (he was still a little mixed up after actually being asked to fuck his own mother), Phillip nodded his head.
Morgan's eyes became dazzling as she looked up into Phillip's face. Her nipples grew hard before his eyes.
"What do you want?" Morgan asked. "How do you want to cum?"
She had hoped that Phillip would want to fuck her. Morgan had lacked the courage to ask Lane to fuck her, and now her cunt was hot and juicy and aching with the need to be stuffed with a bone-hard prick. But Phillip had already fucked one pussy, his mother's, and he was interested in getting something a little different the second time around that night.
"Suck . . . suck me off," Phillip said, his tone a croaking whisper that he couldn't recognize as his own voice.
Though Morgan was a little disappointed with Phillip's request, she was more than willing to give him what he wanted. Through the years she had developed what she thought was a superb style of giving blow-jobs, and she took the greatest joy in watching a man go right out of his mind with pleasure when she deep-throated his prick, sucking every last inch of his cock down her throat.
"Whatever you want," Morgan purred, her long, painted fingernails scratching Phillip's chest through his shirt. "I'm here to please you. So are Monique and Karla."
Phillip wanted to ask what she meant, but he couldn't make his voice work. He looked into Morgan's light-brown eyes, then down at her monumental tits. He thought briefly of his sister, and whether or not he could fuck her. Then he was incapable of thinking of anything but Morgan, and how beautiful she was, how voluptuous her body was.
He sighed softly, balling his hands into fists at his sides, as Morgan--her eyes locked onto his--slipped slowly to her knees in front of him.
"This is all for me?" Morgan giggled, fondling her grandson's cock and balls through his pants.
She worked quickly and efficiently, opening the teenager's pants and freeing his big, hard prick. Morgan wrapped her hand around the sagging shaft of his prick and kissed his cock-head. His cock sprang mightily in her fist, stretching to its full length, getting as hard as it possibly could.
Morgan inhaled, wanting to smell the masculine musk of the boy's scent. She was surprised to catch the aroma of pussy-juice on Phillip's cock.
Who has he fucked? she wondered.
The thought tantalized Morgan as she continued to kiss Phillip's cockhead. What was most pleasing of all was that Phillip had gotten horny again from looking at her. Now more than ever, Morgan was determined to give her grandson the hottest, sexiest, most satisfying and cum-draining blow-job of his life.
She stroked her right hand back and forth over the shank of Phillip's prick, feeling it throbbing against her palm. Between her thighs, her knees nearly touching each other, Morgan could feel her clit buzzing with tension. Her panties were sticking to the moist, hot lips of her pussy.
When am I going to get fucked? wondered the beautiful blonde woman as she kissed her grandson's spongy, fat, throbbing cockhead.
Morgan turned her full attention to giving the blow-job, trying to forget all about how much she needed to feel a cock invading her body, stretching her pink cuntlips, filling the tight, juicy sheath of her pussy.
She licked around Phillip's cockhead, tasting pussy-juice on his fuckmeat, wondering whose girl-cum she was licking off. When she had Phillip's pricktip moist with her saliva, Morgan moaned passionately, closed her black-lashed eyes, and pushed her lips over the crown of his cock.
"Mmmmm!" the big-titted woman moaned, lightening the embrace of her lips around the shaft of Phillip's cock.
Looking down, Phillip groaned softly with pleasure at what he saw. The shaft of his prick was throbbing hotly. His eyes scanned from the bush of hair above his prick, following the shank of his cock, until he saw Morgan's ruby red upper lip. He watched her lip move, unable to see her lower lip, as she nibbled succulently on the engorged shaft of his prick.
Below his cock, on either side of his turgid fuckshaft, Phillip saw Morgan's tits. Her nipples were hard and distended. Focusing his gaze even lower, he saw his grandmother's pink stockings, and noticed for the first time that they matched the color of the blouse she had on.
"Mmmmmmft!" Morgan slurped, gliding her tongue down the shaft of Phillip's prick, shivering on her knees, sitting on the backs of her heels as she filled her mouth with his meaty manly prick.
Morgan was salivating freely from the taste of her grandson's magnificent prick. She nibbled with her lips, working on his shaft and cockhead, wanting to please the boy in every possible way that she could. As she sucked his prick between her lips until his cockhead was at the back of her mouth, she rolled his balls in her palm softly.
"Mmmmmm!" Morgan moaned, swirling her tongue around the underside of Phillip's red-hot pricktip.
Sucking his cock into her mouth until Phillip's cockhead was against the opening of her throat, Morgan slipped her left hand between her thighs. She slid her fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, scratching her long, red, manicured fingernails through her small, sparse cunt-bush.
"Ohhhhl That's soooo sexy!" Phillip sighed, watching Morgan pivot her face around the end of his prick, keeping his cockhead against her tonsils as she squirmed on her knees before him.
Morgan touched her clit with her fingertip and her voluptuous body jerked at the contact. Bubbles of saliva formed at the corners of the blonde's gaping mouth as she sucked passionately on Phillip's young prick. As she sucked, she also slipped one finger between her pink, juicy cuntlips, needing some attention given there even if she wasn't going to get her pussy filled with Phillip's red-hot cock.
Jerking her face over Phillip's prick, Morgan's hair, which came down several inches below her shoulders in curly blonde waves, flicked back and forth over her shoulders. Her huge tits slipped together, her nipples standing out proudly.
Morgan relaxed the muscles in her throat, breathing through her nose. She could feel Phillip's pricktip flexing and vibrating against her tonsils.
"Take it deeper," Phillip instructed, his heart hammering in his chest as he watched the curvaceous blonde woman kneading the shaft of his prick with her soft, moist, red lips.
Morgan tilted her head back, her lips pulling outward but remaining firmly wrapped around the teenager's rigid fuckshaft. She looked up into his face, smiling. She swirled her tongue against the clefted underside of his cock, then worked it down his throbbing fuckrod.
Turning her attention back to the cock that throbbed between her lips, Morgan mentally prepared herself. Inhaling deeply, swelling her monumental tits out even more, she nibbled on his fiery cock and reached around Phillip's body to cup his taut asscheeks in her hands.
Slowly, fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch, Morgan worked her way down the long, flexing column of cockmeat that stood out from Phillip's crotch.
His cockhead pushed furiously against Morgan's tonsils, nearly too large for her to swallow. She pushed harder and then his prick-tip burst into her throat, swelling her neck out visibly.
A sensual purr of ecstasy came from deep within Morgan's throat as his cock pushed deeper into her mouth. She shivered, one finger pushed between her tight, tingling cuntlips as his cockhead pulsated in her neck.
"Awwwwww!" Phillip groaned as his prick pushed down Morgan's throat.
As she deep-throated the teenager's nine inches of cock, Morgan continued nibbling on his cockshaft with her lips. Her beautiful, large brown eyes were squeezed tightly shut as she concentrated on suppressing her natural urge to choke on his invading, throat-stretching prick.
The big-titted woman didn't stop until her red, nibbling lips were surrounding the root of Phillip's cock. She felt his hairy nut sac nudging her chin, tickling her. Morgan held all of Phillip's prick in her mouth, letting the muscles in her throat squeeze it lustily, finger-fucking her cunt faster as the excitement of the situation flooded her senses.
"Awwwww! Ohhhhhh! That's so sexy!" Phillip whispered, watching Morgan's lips trailing over the shaft of his prick, working slowly back up toward his fiery, spongy cockhead.
Morgan withdrew his cock from her throat just as slowly as she had swallowed it, nibbling on his fuckshaft, using her lips and tongue to entice the cum from her grandson's balls. Holding just the tip of his cockhead between her lips, Morgan flicked her tongue against Phillip's piss-hole and tasted the first drop of pre-cum she had elicited from him. The tangy, pungent taste of Phillip's pre-cum made Morgan shiver on her knees. "Mmmmmmm!" she moaned lustfully. Her panties were biting into the flesh of her full hips as Morgan finger-fucked herself. Pushing her lips over the rim of Phillip's pricktip, she withdrew her finger from her pussy. Raising up slightly, putting more weight on her knees so that she no longer sat on the backs of her heels, Morgan worked her panties down past the curve of her hips, pushing the bikinis down around her thighs, level with the tops of her pink silk stockings. She shoved a finger into her cunt at the same time she started inhaling Phillip's burning, fiery prick for the second time.
"All of it!" Phillip hissed through clenched teeth.
The muscle in his jaw twitched. Between his powerful thighs, his balls were itching with the building pressure of his sizzling hot cum.
Morgan took his pricktip into her throat. She opened her jaws as wide as possible, her lips losing touch with the shaft of her grandson's prick. His cockhead reamed out her throat, causing the beautiful blonde woman's neck to bulge out with its incredible girth.
"Awwwww! Ohhhhh! Damn it! Damn it!"
Morgan shoved two fingers into her cunt, spreading her tight, wet pussylips further apart as her lips surrounded the base of Phillip's prick. Deep-throating him while she fingered her seething cunt, she felt his cockhead vibrate deep in her neck.
Morgan did not taste the pungent blasts of cum that exploded out of Phillip's balls and squirted from his cockhead, spitting into her stomach. She did not taste them because when Phillip came, he hooked both hands behind her head and forced her to keep the entire burning length of his prick in her throat.
"Ug! Awwwww! Cummming!" Phillip groaned, his balls leaping about between his thighs as he forced Morgan's nose to mash hard into his curly cockhair.
Morgan did not mind the teenager's exuberance, even if it was uncomfortable to have his cock stuffing her throat for so long, and her nose was hurting because it was mashed against his body. She didn't mind because Morgan knew that she was the one responsible for Phillip behaving so brutally, Phillip's uncontrolled ecstasy was a result of her expert blow-job. Having the horny teenage stud reacting so powerfully to what she'd done only reaffirmed Morgan's sense of pride and personal satisfaction in knowing that she gave magnificent, cock-hardening, cum-exploding blow-jobs.
"Ohhhhh!" Phillip groaned wearily as the last of his salty cum" trickled out of his piss-hole, oozing into Morgan's clutching throat.
When Morgan had recovered slightly, she rubbed her grandson's cock over her lips, looking up at him with a smile across her face.
"You'd better go, dear boy," she whispered, her lips touching his cockhead as she spoke.
"But don't worry, you can have me again another time. I'm here for you, Phillip, and I want you to know that. I'm here for your pleasure."
Phillip nodded his head, tucking his cock back into his pants and hitching them up. He stumbled out of the guest bedroom with weak, trembling legs, wondering what tomorrow would bring. For now all he wanted to do was sleep and give his empty balls a chance to recover.
Chapter Seven
Morgan was the first of the three women in the house to awaken. She washed her face and redid her makeup first thing, then recurled her hair. She was still in the clothes that she'd given Phillip the blow-job in.
"Oh, my," she whispered, remembering how she'd deep-throated her grandson's prick until he gushed his hot wad of cum down her throat. "That was some night!"
Morgan did not know that Karla and Monique, her granddaughter and daughter, respectively, had spent the previous evening doing pretty much the same thing.
Slipping into her shoes, not bothering to put anything more on (she even left her pink blouse unbuttoned so that her succulent, creamy tits were out in the open for all to peruse), she left the guest bedroom, wondering who else in the house was awake.
Morgan opened Karla's bedroom door just a crack and peered inside. She found her lovely granddaughter sleeping on her bed, face down, wearing nothing but the garter belt and stockings that Morgan had told her to wear. The big-titted blonde looked at the tight half-moons of Karla's asscheeks and felt a tingling in her cunt. Though Morgan didn't usually get into lesbian action, she wasn't the kind of woman who would deny herself physical pleasure. She suspected that it would really be sexy to get it on with her teenage granddaughter.
"Probably the wettest, sweetest pussy imaginable," Morgan murmured under her breath.
She couldn't see Karla's cuntlips, and thought of stepping into the room, but decided against it. She wanted to find out what was happening in the house before she attempted the seduction of her sexy young granddaughter.
Morgan was surprised to find Lane, whom she had given a hand-job the previous evening, sleeping on the couch in his underwear. She paused to look at his lean, athletic body. The bulge in his underwear was manly, and Morgan remembered how large his prick could get when he was excited.
"Better not . . . yet," she whispered, walking away.
Adley was sleeping in his bed, with Monique beside him. Judging her influence over her daughter, Morgan suspected Monique had been fucking with her husband half the night through. The thought of that made Morgan smile.
Philip was sleeping in his bed, the blankets smooth and neat over his body. Morgan suspected that he hadn't moved a muscle since crawling between the sheets, and that pleased her because it let her know that she'd really exhausted him when she emptied his hot young balls of all his cum.
She went to the kitchen, made coffee and drank several cups. It was Saturday morning and she was horny. Friday evening, she'd given a blow-job and a hand-job. But her hot, tight, juicy pussy hadn't gotten stuffed with a hard cock; her clit hadn't been lashed by a frisking tongue. Until she got that, Morgan wouldn't be satisfied and couldn't relax.
She filled another cup of coffee and carried it into Karla's bedroom. She found the teenager in exactly the same position she'd been in an hour earlier when Morgan checked in on her.
Morgan sat at the edge of Karla's bed, waiting a second before waking the teenager up. Her eyes scanned over the slender shoulders of the girl, and she saw the taut swells of Karla's tits as they pressed against the bed, billowing out slightly under her arms.
Morgan felt her pussy getting hot as she thought about shoving her tongue deep into her granddaughter's seething pussy. She could almost feel Karla's hard, tingling little clit vibrating between her lips. She wanted to fuck her tongue betweeen Karla's tight cuntlips and watch the teenager's succulent body writhing on the bed as she rocked from one bone-jarring orgasm to the next.
Morgan's breath caught in her throat when Karla batted her eyes, mumbled under her breath, then propped her head and shoulders up by tucking her elbows beneath her.
"Oh . . . good morning," Karla said sleepily. She rubbed her eyes with her knuckles. "Did you bring me some coffee? How sweet of you."
Morgan handed Karla the coffee cup and thought how sweet her pussy must be.
They sipped the coffee, and when Karla's cup was finished, Morgan went back into the kitchen to fill up both cups again. By the time the cups were half-finished, Morgan's cunt was hot and juicy, and she couldn't keep her eyes off Karla's lips or tits or succulent asscheeks.
"Come here," Morgan whispered, using her free hand to slide her fingers into Karla's hair. "Suck on this."
The words came out soft and sincere, and Morgan was astonished when Karla didn't protest or fight against her when she pulled Karla's mouth to her tit.
"Ahhhhhh!" Morgan sighed, feeling the girl's mouth opening to suck her pink tingling nipple between her lips.
She sat on the edge of the bed, shivering with ecstasy as Karla's hot, slithering tongue worked over her bud-like nipple. Morgan dropped the coffee cup to the floor.
"I've got to eat your cunt," she whispered, shocked at the hoarse tone of her voice. The lust that was soaring in her veins was unlike anything she had ever known before. "I've got to fuck your pussy with my tongue!"
Morgan pushed Karla deeper toward the middle of the bed, continuing to expect the young girl to shout and run out of the room. But Karla never did. Instead she rolled onto her back and spread her slender thighs wide-apart.
"Let me suck your pussy, too," Karla whispered huskily, reaching for Morgan's hips.
Morgan's huge tits pressed against Karla's flat stomach. She put her face between the girl's silk-encased thighs and stared for a moment at her thick, triangular cunt-bush. Morgan inhaled deeply, catching the fragrant aroma of her granddaughter's pussy-juice. She groaned softly and threw her face down, skewering the girl's cunt with her tongue, lapping up her pussy-juice furiously.
Karla jerked and twitched on the bed as her clit got sucked between Morgan's lips. She threw her arms around Morgan's hips, pulling her down so that she, too, could savor the delicious flavor of pussy-juice.
The two women, one extremely curvaceous, the other less so, ate pussy hungrily, greedily, devouring each other. Keeping her tongue stuffed between Karla's cuntlips, Morgan also thrust a finger into the girl's pussy. She jerked her finger back and forth as she whipped Karla's pink, erect clit with the tip of her tongue.
"Ohhhhhh!" Karla sighed, taking her mouth away from her grandmother's pussy.
She was trapped between Morgan's thighs. Spreading her fingers out over Morgan's taut asscheeks, Karla moaned softly and pulled her grandmother's juicy pussy down to her mouth once again, resigned to giving herself over totally to whatever the big-titted blonde wanted to do.
Slipping her tongue between Karla's tight cuntlips, Morgan dragged it slowly toward the girl's clit. Once there, she opened her lips just a little and sucked her clit into her mouth. Morgan nibbled on her tiny clit like it was a small cock, causing Karla to writhe blissfully beneath her.
Morgan shivered, feeling Karla's slashing tongue working over her clit. She thought that it was somehow different having a girl licking her pussy, tonguing her clit. Morgan had fucked a lot of guys, and many of them had gone down on her, but she could never remember anything that felt quite the same as having a teenage girl's tongue delving deeply into her pussy, grazing over her cuntlips, whipping her turgid, seething clit.
"Mmmmmm!" Morgan moaned, stuffing her tongue as far into Karla's juicy pussy as she could get it.
The blonde woman's hair tickled the insides of Karla's quivering thighs as she moved her face about, tenderly sucking on the girl's clit and using her tongue to tantalize her tingling cuntlips. As she ate Karla's cunt, she also fingered it, working one and then two fingers back and forth between Karla's pussylips, careful that she didn't scrape the girl with her long fingernails.
"Mmmmmmm!" Morgan moaned again, louder than before, keeping Karla trapped to the bed beneath her.
Karla ran her hands over her grandmother's asscheeks, enjoying the velvety texture of her flesh. She flicked her tongue over Morgan's clit and smiled when the older woman's voluptuous body jerked strongly above her.
"Lovely!" Karla purred, running the tip of her tongue around her mouth, tasting pussy-juice on her lips. She had a couple of drops of girl-cum trickling from the corners of her mouth over her cheeks. The smell of her grandmother's hot, juicy pussy seemed to envelope her senses, causing her to quiver with lust.
She ran her fingertips over Morgan's thighs, shivering with lust at the feel of the silk stockings beneath her hands. When Karla felt her cuntlips get wedged apart by Morgan's hot, probing tongue, the teenager groaned lustily and pulled Morgan's hips down to her mouth, fucking her tongue as far into her juicy pussy as she possibly could.
Morgan and Karla were so aroused by what they were doing that neither of them heard the soft footsteps at the doorway, or the gasp of shock that soon followed.
Chapter Eight
Adley walked slowly into the bedroom, amazed at the action he saw taking place on his daughter's bed. Karla was on her back, her knees spread wide. Morgan's face was between her thighs. Adley couldn't see Karla's face because of Morgan's ass as the older woman swirled her hips around, mashing her cuntlips against Karla's mouth.
He was about to say something when he heard Karla's moan of pleasure. That's when Adley decided he was horny as hell and dying to fuck his mother-in-law and daughter at the same time.
He slipped onto the bed. His weight caused the mattress to sink down and Morgan raised her face from between Karla's trim thighs. "Yes," Morgan whispered. The big-titted blonde opened her mouth and Adley brought his cockhead to her lips.
He watched, his eyes bugged out, wide as saucers with amazement, as Morgan's moist red lips surrounded his cockhead. He felt her tongue swirling around the clefted bottom side of his pricktip.
"Awwww!" Adley groaned, his prick throbbing hotly, getting bone-hard in just a couple seconds from the blonde woman's thoroughly satisfying blow-job.
Morgan stuffed her first and second fingers into Karla's pussy as she took Adley's big prick to the back of her mouth. She moaned passionately, tightening her lips around her daughter's husband's prick, gliding her tongue along the veined underside of his fuckshaft. On the bed, unable to see what was going on, Karla wondered who had entered the room. One of her brothers? She hoped it was. She had already fucked her father, and now she was tonguing her grandmother's pussy. What she really wanted to do was take on both of her brothers at the same time.
Deciding that she would find out who had entered the room in due time, Karla stuck her tongue back into Morgan's hot, juicy pussy, lapping up the delicious girl-cum that oozed slowly out.
Morgan turned her face to the side, allowing Adley to see her hollowed cheek as she drew a hot, tingling suction on his prick. She nibbled tenderly on his throbbing fuckshaft with her lips, swirling her tongue around his rigid, fiery fuckmeat as her hand beat back and forth, finger-fucking the young girl she had trapped beneath her.
"So beautiful!" Adley whispered, his voice hoarse and tense with the sexual fire that burned through his veins.
Karla recognized her father's voice and her heart leaped in her chest. Though she would have liked for Phillip or Lane to be in the room with her, she also knew that Adley, her darling father, was one hell of a stud. He could fuck her into bone-jarring orgasms.
"Daddy! I'm so glad you've come," Karla purred softly, then resumed tongue-fucking Morgan's seething pussy.
"I haven't cum yet!" Adley said with a chuckle, keeping his cockhead nudging against the opening of Morgan's straining throat.
Adley pumped his hips, sliding the sensitive rim of his cockhead back and forth between the big-titted woman's butter-soft lips. Each time he pulled back, he would groan softly when Morgan's slashing tongue whipped across the tip of his prick, flicking over his piss-hole to lick off the tangy-tasting pre-cum that oozed through the long column of his prick.
"Mmmmmm!" Morgan moaned, feeling a tongue whip her fiery clit at the same time she licked off the salty pre-cum from the head of Adley's cock.
Morgan worked her shoulders around, mashing her huge tits against Karla's body, causing hot tingles to seep from her nipples through her body. She could feel Karla's much smaller tits pressing against her stomach, and the heat and firmness of Karla's tits also added fuel to the raging inferno of lust that threaten- ed to sweep Morgan's senses into a whirlwind of rampant, uncontrollable passion.
"Mmmmmmft!" Morgan slurped, her head snapping back a little when Adley's pricktip pounded against her tonsils.
I'll show him! she thought, consciously relaxing the muscles in her throat to prepare herself for the next time his cockhead struck the back of her mouth.
When Adley shoved his cock into her mouth, his pricktip flattening Morgan's tongue down, she lunged at him. His bullet-shaped cockhead slammed hard against the back of her mouth, then invaded her throat, swelling her neck out visibly.
"Awwwwww!" Adley groaned, feeling his pricktip sliding slowly and smoothly down Morgan's throat.
He hadn't been deep-throated in a long, long time, and the sensation of having this beautiful woman's throat opening to accept his enormous shaft of cockmeat was too much.
"Awwwww! Take it all, Morgan! All of it!" Adley growled, his balls tingling madly as he felt the woman's throat tightening around his skewering prick.
Morgan nibbled down the shaft of his cock, working her way slowly toward the base of Adley's prick. While she deep-throated Adley's enormous cock, she never for a second forgot about Karla beneath her. Morgan continued to bring her hand back and forth, fingering the teenager's juicy pussy, working over her small, pink, fiery clit to make the girl squirm blissfully beneath her.
Morgan closed her eyes when she felt the curly hair above Adley's cockhead tickling her nose. She pushed her face against his body, turning her face around his cock to rub his cum-churning balls with her chin. The groaning and twitching of Adley told Morgan that she was really getting to him, that the attention of her lips and tongue were driving him crazy with lust.
"Mmmmm!" Morgan moaned soulfully, holding his cock deep in her throat for as long as she possibly could.
"Let me fuck you!" Adley yelled, pushing an errant strand of blonde hair away from Morgan's beautiful face. "I want to fuck the mother of my wife!"
Adley waited until the women had separated, then he grabbed them both by the hair and gent- ly and brought their faces to his red-hot, turgid prick.
"Suck me," he hissed through gritted teeth.
Karla turned around so that she was once again on her back, this time looking up at her father's balls. Morgan was on top of her again, her monumental mounds of tit-flesh flattening against Karla's much smaller tits.
"I love his bails," Karla giggled, raising her face enough to bring her lips to Adley's hairy sac. "They give me so much cum when he fucks me."
She opened her lips wide and sucked both of her father's hairy, egg-sized balls into her mouth. Karla swirled her tongue around Adley's balls, unable to watch Morgan's red lips surrounding the head of her father's prick.
"Mmmmmmmmft!" the teenager slurped, feeling her cunt burning with desire, her clit tingling furiously. She slipped a hand between her thighs and rubbed her clit with her finger.
The heat of Morgan's body above her seemed to add something special to sucking on Adley's balls. Moaning passionately as she sucked, Karla rubbed her tits against her grandmother's gigantic tits.
Adley rolled his head back on his shoulders, shivering with ecstasy, feeling one hot, wet mouth devouring his cock, another mouth sucking and nibbling on his aching balls.
Morgan nibbled on the shaft of her son-in-law's prick, using her tongue against the underside of his throbbing pole of bone-hard fuckmeat.
"Mrnmmmm!" she moaned lustily, squirming above Karla, pressing her huge, excitable tits against the teenager's luscious little tit-mounds. "Awwwww!" Adley groaned, pumping his hips slowly to fuck his burning prick back and forth into Morgan's hot mouth.
He could feel his daughter's slithering tongue working its erotic magic on his balls. That, combined with the thrills that Morgan's experienced lips, teeth and tongue were providing for his cock, was enough to make the cum in his balls ache to be released.
With his cock fully embedded down Morgan's throat, Adley whispered through clenched teeth, "I want to fuck you both! I've got to fuck you!"
Morgan started to move, but Adley stopped her quickly.
"No, you two just stay the way you are," he said, the tension he felt showing in the tone of his voice.
Adley carefully extracted his tender, tight balls from his daughter's mouth and moved away from the beautiful women. He got off the bed and walked to the foot of it. From there he had an erotic view of Morgan's sweet, firm, pale asscheeks. Beneath that, he saw his own daughter's rather thick, bushy cunt.
Morgan brought her mouth down to Karla's. When their lips met, Morgan's tongue slithered out of her mouth, grazing lightly over Karla's lips briefly before pushing between them to taste the sweetness of the girl's mouth.
"Mrnmmmm!" Morgan moaned soulfully, feeling hot tingles coming from her lusty nipples as she scraped them against Karla's feverish flesh.
Adley got on the bed, his left knee sinking into the mattress, his right knee up, with his foot flat on the bed. He brought the bullet-shaped head of his prick to Morgan's tender, moist pink cuntlips.
"I'm going to fuck you," he whispered, rubbing his pricktip up and down over the woman's hungry pussy. "Then I'm going to fuck Karla!" Morgan did not say anything, choosing instead to thrust her tongue as deeply into the teenager's mouth as she could, mashing her huge mounds of tit-flesh against Karla's tits, waiting anxiously for the deliciously satisfying sensation of having her juicy cunt filled with a hard, invading column of cockmeat.
Adley pushed his hips forward slowly, and though Morgan's pussy was tight, his .cock slipped easily inside her cunt. He moaned softly, shivering with ecstasy as the warmth and moisture of the big-titted blonde's pussy-juice seemed to envelope his senses.
He reamed out Morgan's cunt with as much of his prick as he could. Because Karla was beneath Morgan, Adley couldn't quite shove all of his prick into her juicy cunt. Still, his cockhead was being tantalized by the Woman's slick, tight, moist fuck-cavern, her pussy adding fuel to the raging inferno of lust that blazed in his soul.
"Awwwww!" Adley groaned, holding Morgan's full hips in his hands as he worked his torso back and forth, fucking the length of his cock deep into her seething, juicy cunt.
Each time Adley plowed his burning prick into her pussy, Morgan made a soft, passionate, moaning sound while she kissed her granddaughter. She scraped her asscheeks against his body, swishing her hips from side to side, shivering with ecstasy as her cuntlips stretched around the breadth of the man's red-hot cock. Beneath her, every move that Karla made excited Morgan more. She boldly explored the teenager's mouth with her tongue.
"Damn! Hot fucking damn!" Adley groaned, feeling Morgan's cunt tightening around his prick, squeezing it, making the cum boil in his balls.
For Karla, the whole experience had been very strange. She had awoken slowly, chatted with her grandmother, then the next thing she knew she was sucking and nibbling on Morgan's huge, creamy tits, flicking her tongue over her hard nipples. Before she had had much chance to really think about what was happening, she had her tongue shoved deep into Morgan's hot pussy, spreading her cuntlips apart, lapping up the delicious girl-eum that oozed from her grandmother's cunt.
Now she was waiting for her turn to have her cuntlips pried apart by her father's big, bone-hard prick. She knew the thrills and ecstasy that Adley's powerful, rigid prick could give a woman, and Karla was absolutely certain that she would cum the moment her cuntlips were wrapped around her father's prick.
Karla scratched Morgan's back and shoulders with her fingernails, writhing in bliss beneath the big-titted woman. Her hard, nubby nipples were tingling, as was her hard, pink clit.
"Fuck me, Daddy!" Karla hissed breathlessly when her kiss with Morgan finally ended. Writhing lustily beneath Morgan, rubbing her tits against her grandmother, Karla hissed feverishly, "Fill me with your cock, Daddy! I'm begging you! Please fuck me!"
Adley abruptly uncorked his prick from Morgan's hot cunt. He had to adjust his position slightly because Karla was lying flat on the bed. Sitting on the backs of bis heels, his knees outside Karla's silk-clad thighs, he brought his cockhead to the juicy lips of her turgid, seething cunt.
"Okay, darling," he said, trying to sound more calm than he really was. "I'll fuck you, if that's what you really want."
"Yessss! Oh, yesssss!"
A lusty smile crossed Adley's handsome face as he watched his pricktip forcing Karla's cuntlips apart, sinking into her pussy. Since Karla's feet were together, her thighs almost touching each other, her cunt was even tighter than it normally was.
Karla squeezed her grandmother's body, soft whimpering sounds of primal lust coming from her throat as she opened her mouth to once again accept Morgan's probing tongue.
Her father's prick pushed five inches deep into her cunt, and Karla felt her clit begin to sizzle. When the rubbery rim of Adley's cockhead slipped back between Karla's cuntlips and rubbed against her clit, it was more than the horny teenager could take.
Gasping, her teeth clenched against the tension that was going through her, Karla began thrashing on the bed under Morgan's gorgeous body as her hot, slick girl-cum streamed out of her pussy.
"Awwwww!" Adley groaned, shoving his hips down to drive as much of his bone-hard cock into his daughter's cunt as he possibly could.
He felt her superheated pussy-juice washing over his pricktip as Karla came around his cock. Her cuntlips kneaded his prickshaft, and Adley felt himself losing control. He knew that within a matter of seconds he too, would be cumming, blasting out his thick, salty wad.
"Damn!" he muttered, angry with himself for not being able to control his own impending orgasm.
Adley had already fucked Karla and cum before, so he wanted to squirt his hot cum inside Morgan's seething pussy. With his face distorted with the mind-boggling lust that seared his veins, he pulled his prick out of Karla's hot cunt and practically threw himself at Morgan. "Unnnnng!" Morgan gasped when she felt her hungry cunt get stabbed by Adley's bone-hard prick. The force of it knocked her forward, her skull banging hard against the wooden headboard of the bed.
Adley's fingers were like bands of steel as he gripped Morgan's luscious, curvaceous hips, pressing deep into her satin-smooth flesh. He jerked his hips like a steam engine, pumping back and forth, plowing his red-hot cock to the depths of Morgan's sweet pussy, then pulling back so that only the very tip of his cockhead was still between her tingling, pink cuntlips.
"Fuck!" Adley grunted, slamming his crotch against Morgan's asscheeks, sinking all of his prick into the tight, hot, massaging confines of her pussy.
As he reached full insertion, Adley's balls slapped against Morgan's smallish, tight, blonde cunt-bush, then exploded. A mighty geyser of cum raced from his balls through the shaft of his prick, then gushed out of his piss-hole. The cum splattered against Morgan's womb, washing against the walls of her cunt, heating her up.
Again and again, Adley stabbed the blonde woman's cunt with his prick, driving it into her furiously, his cockhead driven forward by a shaft as hard as steel.
Morgan moaned softly, pushing herself against Adley, trying ta keep her head from bouncing against the headboard as the lust-crazed man stabbed her turgid, seething pussy with his raging fuckrod.
"Awwwww!" Adley sighed, the sound dying away as the blonde woman's tight cunt massaged and squeezed the last of his cum out of his balls.
Adley fell backward, his legs tumbled and twisted under him, his chest heaving as he gulped in air. His prick was still hard, but it was getting soft quickly. A fine coating of girl-cum and his own cum glistened on the shaft and head of his prick.
"Damn! Damn! Damn!" Adley whispered. "That was fucking fantastic!"
Chapter Nine
Monique stood in the doorway and watched the action in the bedroom. She was a little surprised to see her husband fucking his cock deep into her mother's pussy while Morgan and Karla kissed.
Shrugging her shoulders, Monique padded barefoot back to her bedroom and stepped into the shower.
Things have certainly changed in this house, thought Monique as she lathered up her long, lean, statuesque body, thinking about her sons, Phillip and Lane, as she pressed the bar of soap against her cuntlips.
She sighed as she rubbed the soap over her tits, making her nipples hard. Her left hand was busy between her legs, fondling her soapy cunt-bush, gliding her fingertips over her clit to send more hot tingles seeping through her luscious body.
Monique finger-fucked herself slowly, gently, heating up the fire of lust that seemed to be always burning in her since she gave Adley that blow-job in the bar. But even as she rubbed her clit and turned the fire into an inferno, she realized she needed something other than her own finger to satisfy her needs. She needed eock. Monique needed cock like she had never needed it before.
Since sucking her husband off in the saloon, Monique had been freed of the constraints that had bound her previously. Now she was horny, and she knew just what to do to find relief, and where to go to find relief.
Phillip and Lane. Her sons. Her strong, young, virile sons.
Monique rinsed the soap from her body, the shampoo from her hair. Stepping out of the shower, she wrapped her body in a large, fluffy cotton towel, thinking about what must be done--what should be done--before she seduced her sons.
It was waiting to get the cockmeat that she hungered for that tantalized Monique's senses, that made her lust for her sons more with each passing second. She could easily have walked into their room, her naked body dripping wet, and fucked them both. But that wasn't the way she wanted it to happen.
Monique took her time. She did her makeup and dried and styled her hair. Then she put on fresh fingernail polish. Lastly, she slipped into a very sheer burgundy robe, knotting the sash at her waist, allowing the lapels to remain wide-open to show off much of her creamy, high, firm tits. If it wasn't for the darkness of the robe, Monique's pink nipples would have been visible.
She went slowly and purposefully to her son's bedroom. Monique knocked softly on the door and stepped inside, not bothering to wait for a response. When Phillip and Lane saw her, Monique was pleased to watch their eyes rake hungrily up and down her body.
"Good morning," she said softly.
Monique sat on the foot of Lane's bed, crossing her legs at the knee. Her robe was open, displaying much of the golden flesh of her magnificently tapered thighs.
"How are my boys today?"
Monique saw that both Lane and Phillip had typical morning hard-ons. She smiled at Lane as he tried to hide it.
"There's no need for you to be embarrassed," she said, touching his prick through the blankets. "I'm not offended by it. Not at all."
Monique slowly pulled the blankets from Lane's body, pleased to see that he wasn't trying to stop her. When she finally exposed his prick, she smiled, judging that Lane's cock was even larger than his father's.
"It's beautiful," she murmured, then leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the shaft of Lane's cock, holding his massive pricktip in the hot, moist cavern of her mouth.
"Mmmmmmm!" Monique moaned, nibbling with her lips on her son's meaty prickshaft while her tongue curled around his throbbing cockhead.
Monique was twisted sideways on the bed, her robe open so much now that her naked pussy was almost visible to Phillip. As she pushed her lips down Lane's cock, sucking it into her mouth until his cockhead pressed against her tonsils, she could feel Phillip's gaze on her.
As it had been before, the thrill of giving a blow-job while she was being watched turned the heat on inside Monique's pussy. She gripped the teenager's prick in both fists, nodding her face over his cocktip, sucking his cockhead back and forth between her lips.
Monique heard Phillip mumble something under his breath, and the sound of the bed springs squeaking as he kicked his feet over the edge to the floor. A moment later, his hands were at her hips, turning her, making her uncross her legs as she nibbled on Lane's fiery, turgid cock.
"I'm going to eat your pussy," Phillip whispered.
Flicking her tongue against Lane's piss-hole, Monique moaned even louder, trying to let Phillip know that getting tongue-fucked was exactly what she had hoped for.
Phillip used his thumbs to gingerly pry apart the moist, pink lips of Monique's cunt. Then, with her tiny, throbbing clit visible, he touched the tip of his tongue to the nub.
"Ummmmmg!" Monique gasped, her lips ovaled around Lane's throbbing fuckshaft.
The contact of Phillip's warm, slick tongue against her clit had sent shock waves of ecstasy sizzling through her veins.
Monique bobbed on the end of her son's turgid prick, nibbling down the shaft until his cockhead was wedged firmly against the back of her mouth. As she gave him the lusty, cock-hungry blow-job, she twisted her hands around his cockshaft and stroked her fists up and down, making his cock throb and grow to its full ten inches in length.
The position was a little uncomfortable for Monique, but that seemed of little consequence as she tantalized her taste buds with her son's delicious cock. She bobbed over bis prick, sucking and stroking it to the best of her ability, twitching as Phillip fucked his slithering tongue deep into her pussy.
"Mmmmmm!" Monique moaned, her robe still knotted, but open enough now so that one tit slipped out into the open.
Lane propped his shoulders up, sliding his elbows beneath him so that he could more easily watch his mother's face gliding to and fro over his prick.
He just couldn't believe she was actually sucking his cock, giving him the kind of blow-job that he had dreamed about but had never really gotten. She looked so stunningly beautiful with his prick distorting her features, ovaling her bright-red lips, filling her hotly sucking mouth.
Lane's eyes scanned down to Monique's one exposed tit. Her nipple stood out defiantly, prominently. He wanted to suck on her nipple, but to do that meant taking his bone-hard prick out of her hot mouth, and getting his mother's lips off his prick was about the last thing that Lane wanted.
"Mmmmmmft!" Monique slurped, curling her tongue around the fiery shaft of Lane's prick. She spread her legs a little farther apart, giving Phillip more room to tongue and suck her moist, seething cunt. Each time his tongue whipped tenderly over her clit, her whole body jerked from the erotic charge of it.
The head of Lane's cock rubbed against the inside of Monique's mouth, causing her cheek to swell out, distorting her facial features even more. She scraped her hot tongue over his shaft, feeling a blue, jagged vein throbbing and pulsing hotly.
"Mmmmmm!" Monique purred, her mind spinning as she filled her mouth with Lane's red-hot prick while Phillip's probing tongue slashed over her sizzling pink clit.
Phillip nibbled softly on his mother's clit. With his right hand, palm up, he slipped his first two fingers between her cuntlips, driving them into her pussy until his knuckles pressed against her.
He could hear Monique moaning, and Phillip wasn't sure whether she was moaning because of the joy of giving Lane a blow-job, or because of his tongue and fingers and lips working over , her cunt.
With this thought buzzing around in bis head, Phillip became determined to tongue his mother's cunt better than anyone ever had.
Using Ms fingers, tongue and lips, Phillip worked over Monique's cuntlips and clit. He thrust Ms tongue and two fingers deep into her cunt, lapping up the delicious, sweet pussy-juice that oozed out, salivating at the taste of it.
He moved his hand back and forth, sliding two stiffened fingers into his mother's pussy until his fist pushed firmly against her cuntlips. He wiggled his fingers around inside Monique's seething cunt, tantalizing her deep inside as his tongue flicked restlessly over her bud-like clit.
Monique was going crazy as she tried to concentrate on sucking Lane's huge prick. Phillip was sucking on her clit and finger-fucking her exactly the way she liked to have it done, and it was almost impossible for her to continue dragging her butter-soft lips back and forth over Lane's meaty, rigid cock while this was going on.
"Don't stop!" Lane hissed through clenched teeth when his mother momentarily stopped bobbing over his fiery cock.
Monique was shocked when Lane grabbed her by the hair and forced her face down. Her wide mouth was ovaled around the fiery shaft of his throbbing ten-inch prick. She sputtered softly when Lane's engorged, mushroom cockhead slammed hard against the back of her mouth, driving down her throat.
"Suck me, damn it!" Lane hissed.
The vehemence of her own son's tone was just as shocking as his words. Monique suddenly realized that she had started something that she couldn't back out of. Lane wouldn't allow her to stop sucking his prick until he had shot his balls' hot load of cum in her mouth.
Monique pushed Phillip's head out from between her thighs. She couldn't allow him to lick her clit and tongue-fuck her any longer because she needed to give her complete attention to giving Lane his blow-job.
Twisting around and slipping off the bed, Monique knelt on the floor so that her body was at a right angle to Lane's prone body. She filled her hot, sucking mouth with bis red-hot prick, swirling her tongue around his meaty cockhead. Gliding her tongue against his piss-hole, Monique tasted the first drop of pre-cum to trickle out of her son's balls.
"Ohhhhh!" Lane sighed, keeping his fingers entwined in his mother's silky blonde hair, forcing her face to jerk up and down over his prick. Each time he pushed her head down, he gave his hips an upward jerk, driving his pricktip into her mouth until he drove into her throat.
It took all of Monique's will power to keep from choking and gagging on her son's enor- mous cock. She could feel his cockhead driving into her throat, and when it did, it was like her throat was being ripped apart.
Phillip, only mildly concerned with his mother's discomfort, moved on the floor, holding her by the hips. He had gotten extremely turned-on by tongue-fucking her, and now he wanted to put his prick where his fingers and tongue had been.
Phillip brought his throbbing cockhead to the tight, pink, juicy lips of his mother's seething cunt. He held Monique by the hip with one hand, gripping the pulsating shaft of his prick with the other.
"Ummmmg!" Monique groaned, fighting to control herself as she felt his cockhead sliding several inches down her throat.
Lane's cockhead was vibrating in her throat when Monique felt the heat and spongjness of Phillip's cockhead pushed demandingly, threateningly, against her cuntlips. Wrapping both hands around the shaft of Lane's cock to prevent him from pushing even more of his ten-inch prick down her throat, she waited for Phillip's harsh, lust-driven invasion of cockmeat into her pussy.
"Gotta fuck you!" Phillip hissed, pausing a moment to make sure his prick was at the right angle to slide smoothly into his mother's wet cunt.
Monique groaned softly as the long column of her son's prick lanced into her cunt. He shoved all but two inches of his bone-hard prick into her cunt on the first lunge. Pulling back until he saw the ridge of his cockhead sliding out of her cuntlips, Phillip plowed into his mother a second time, this time burying all of his nine-inch fucker into the seething recesses of her turgid pussy.
"Ummmmm!" Monique moaned, feeling Phillip's driving hips slamming hard against her asscheeks.
Now that Monique had her hands wrapped around the shank of Lane's colossal prick, he couldn't drive too much of his cock down her throat. She was able to suck on his cock without choking, and the lust that had previously made her head spin was once again sizzling in her veins.
Monique curled her tongue around Lane's throbbing pricktip. Her lips mashed against the side of her right fist as Phillip's prick seesawed back and forth between her cuntlips, filling her juicy cunt with his masculinity. Though Lane continued her jerk her head up and down, forcing her to whip her lips over his cockhead and a couple of inches of his cockshaft, Monique was loving every second of it.
"Suck me!" Lane hissed, his voice little more than a croaking whisper as he felt the tension in his balls building. "Suck me, Mother!"
Monique could taste the tangy pre-cum that was oozing out of Lane's balls, and it excited her. She was thirsty to gulp down his full wad of cum, to shiver with ecstasy as his balls exploded and thick spurts of cum flooded her mouth.
The two horny teenagers threw themselves at Monique's exquisite face and tight, juicy cunt. Phillip held tightly onto his mother's trim hips, his own hips pistohing smoothly, like a well-oiled engine, driving his prick deep into her massaging pussy.
Lane was unaware of how hard he was pulling on Monique's hair as he jerked her face up and down over his red-hot prick. His eyes were glassy, wide, almost unseeing as he stared at her face bobbing to and fro over his meaty prick.
He watched Monique's lips descend over his cock, then mash against the edge of her small fist as he crammed as much of his prick into her hotly sucking mouth as she would allow him.
"Mmmmmmm!" Monique moaned.
The thick, club-like cock that rocketed into her pussy was gliding over Monique's clit, turning her on, igniting an inferno of lust in the blonde woman's soul that wouldn't be quenched until all her girl-cum had sluiced out of her overheated pussy.
Monique's tits shook, sometimes pressing against the edge of the bed as she rocked on her knees, her sons' cocks driving hard into her mouth and pussy. She felt Phillip pulling at her sash, which only caused the knot at her stomach to get even tighter.
"Goddamn it!" Phillip hissed, unable to take off his mother's robe. Angrily he pushed the robe aside, completely exposing the luscious moons of her asscheeks, plowing his prick between her cuntlips with all the energy in his body.
"Ugh!" Monique gasped, struggling to get a breath of air as her red lips were forced to oval around Lane's thick prick.
Monique suddenly realized that she'd had enough from her sons. She, after all, was their mother, and her boys would do exactly as she commanded.
Monique took her right hand away from Lane's prick and struck him on the forehead, knocking his hand away from the back of her head. She felt several strands of her satiny blonde hair get torn from her scalp.
"Stop it now!" she spat angrily. "You, too, Phillip!"
There was authority in Monique's tone, even though her cuntlips were still tightly wrapped around the shaft of Phillip's prick.
"I'll get you both off, but don't for a second think you're going to rape me. Is that clear?"
Monique's eyes were burning with anger as she twisted on her knees, sliding out from between the bed and Phillip, getting the teenager's steelish prick out of her pussy.
"Now listen to me carefully," Monique continued, getting to her feet. She worked at the sash around her waist to untie it as she continued speaking. "I love fucking you and I love giving you blow-jobs. But you're not going to go at me like there's no tomorrow. Is that clear?"
Phillip and Lane both nodded quickly. The boys were more than just a little frightened that Monique would walk out of the room and leave them with hard-ons that they couldn't do anything about.
"Good. I just wanted you both to know who is the boss around here."
Monique shrugged her shoulders and her robe fell to the floor. Now gloriously naked, she grabbed her firm tits and squeezed them from the outsides, making her cherry nipples stand out even more.
"Come on, let's get it on! I want you both, but you've got to be concerned about my feelings, too. You can't just worry about your own satisfaction."
"Yes, Mother," the boys said in unison.
Monique stretched out on Phillip's bed, placing her feet on the mattress and raising her knees to form a silky valley of thigh flesh for one of her sons to slide into. Lane and Phillip moved to the bed, looking down at Monique's extraordinary body.
The lusty blonde mother realized the boys were waiting for her to tell them what to do. She smiled, pleased that she'd regained control over the situation.
"Lane, as long as I've sucked you this far, why don't you let me suck you off. I want to drink your cum," Monique purred lustily. "And Phillip--nice and easy now--I want your cock in my pussy. You can fuck me while I suck your brother off."
Lane was the first to move. He slipped carefully onto the bed, putting bis knees just under Monique's arms so that his big cock hung out over her face. He leaned forward as she grabbed his prick, bending it downward, bringing his throbbing, bullet-shaped cockhead to her glistening red lips.
"You've got a wonderful cock," Monique purred, her eyes glittering with lust as she looked up into her son's face. "I love sucking it, and I can tell that you'll really give me a lot of cum."
"Yes, Mother," Lane replied obediently.
"Fuck my face," Monique continued, occasionally flicking her pink tongue out to graze it against the clefted underside of her son's cockhead. "I want you to fuck my mouth until you cum."
Monique was no longer frightened that Lane would force her to deep-throat his enormous prick. Once she had his cockhead between her lips, she took her hands away from his prick, availing her mouth to his thrusts, allowing him to fuck her face however he liked.
Lane started rocking his hips, which caused the underside of his muscular thighs to rub against Monique's hard, tingling nipples. She moaned softly, her lips ovaled around the broad shaft of his cock, shivering passionately on her son's bed as salty drops of pre-cum oozed out of Lane's piss-hole onto her tongue.
Monique felt the bed rock slightly, and a moment later Phillip's cockhead was nudging against her tingling pink cuntlips. Monique closed her eyes, salivating freely around the cock that moved slowly back and forth between her lips, waiting for the ecstatic sensation of having Phillip's rigid cock sliding into her cunt, rubbing against her aroused, fiery clit.
Monique laced her fingers together behind her head, her cheeks hollowed in to surround the cock that filled her mouth. She could feel Phillip's hips sliding against her thighs as he pumped his prick to the depths of her hot cunt, driving his red-hot cock into her pussy until his balls rested in the warm, smooth, tight valley of her asscheeks.
The hot-blooded blonde closed her eyes, sucking softly, letting her adoring sons fuck her face and pussy at whatever tempo they liked. Lane, who had previously driven his cock between her lips until his pricktip gouged a path down her throat, was now fucking her mouth almost tenderly, filling her mouth with his cock, but never trying to drive it down her throat. Between her slender thighs, Phillip was filling her juicy pussy with his fuckmeat without slamming into her like he was stabbing her with his prick.
"Ohhhhhh!" Lane sighed, jerking his hips quickly, fucking just the cockhead of his red-hot prick back and forth between his mother's lips.
Monique looked up into Lane's face and saw the lusty tension reflected there. She lashed at his cockhead and received the reward she had worked for--his salty, delicious, pungent cum.
Hot, spurting jets of cum jetted out of Lane's piss-hole, splattering against the roof of Monique's mouth. The cum was extremely thick, syrup-like, washing over her frisking tongue as his body quivered.
"Mmmmmm!" Monique moaned passionately, waiting until her mouth was almost completely filled with cum before swallowing the salty jism.
Monique had to swallow several times to completely drain her son's balls of all the cum they had. She was still swallowing when she heard the choked cry of ecstasy from Phillip. As he gasped, she felt his superheated spurts of cum splattering against the slick walls of her pussy.
"Mmmmmm!" Monique purred, a strange smile on her face even as her lips tightened around the throbbing shaft of Lane's magnificent prick.
Taking Lane's cock by the shaft, Monique eased his cockhead out of her mouth. Phillip's prick, which had stopped detonating cum into her pussy, was still stretching her cuntlips.
"Come on," Monique whispered to her boys, rubbing Lane's cockhead over her cheeks and nose as she spoke. "Let's go find out what the others are doing. It's orgy time, isn't it?"
