Most of us lead two lives - real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury, surrounded by jewels and furs. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, painting or fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of becoming a famous athlete. And then there are sexual fantasies - wild dreams that we seldom expect to come true.
Is it best to suppress our desires and fantasies, or to bring them out in the open and act on them? Does their repression lead to sickness, or does their fulfillment bring shame? No one has yet been able to answer these questions satisfactorily.
In this story three mothers decide, in varying degrees, not to suppress the emotions they feel toward their sons. They all learn a lesson.
THREE WILD MOMS - a story that deals with a sexual dilemma that confronts many people in one form or another. We cannot pass judgement on the solutions of others. We can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Marge Turner forgot to lock the bathroom door, because she was in a hurry. Sliding into the tub of cool refreshing water, she gave an appreciative sigh.
It had been another long, hot summer day tilled with the usual routines: doing household chores, running errands, watching soaps - and generally growing bored enough to shriek. Finally, after clearing away the supper dishes and leaving her teenage son Danny sprawled on the living room floor engrossed in an old war movie on television, she'd sneaked upstairs to indulge in the luxury of a nice long bath. "Uhmm, yes . . ."
Marge groaned softly as wet tingling waves surged over her voluptuous body. Her big tits rolled and sloshed at the surface, slick and shining. Their plump half-dollar-sized nipples distended in response to the pleasant sting of the water, swelling into the thick pink spikes of pleasure.
An electric jolt shot through Marge's cunt. She'd been horny all day. That was the price she paid for being a thirty- six-year-old widow with a growing son to raise. But tonight she was in the mood to devote some attention to herself. Capturing each inflamed nipple between thumb and forefinger, she gave them a tweak.
Her nipples throbbed, and she tweaked them harder. The twanged to rigid attention, their textured peaks soaring out until they made two inch-long buttons of pure sensation, bending and springing up under her fingers.
Her pussy flared with an old familiar ache, begging for attention. Downstairs, the TV blared. A bomb could go off up here, and Danny would never hear a thing.
Even as the thought emerged, Marge released her aching tits and let her fingers slide down across her smooth, flat tummy to the richly matted red curls of her cunt.
Her bush of thick glossy cunt hair glinted with fiery sparks of beaded water and oozing pussy cream as she plowed her fingers through its tangled curls and down to the sodden gash of her cunt, all inflamed and pooched open like a pink blossoming flower.
Her gasp turned into a hiss of delight when she located the fat jutting bud of her clit, and began to roll it like a big juice-streaked marble. A burst of pussy cream spewed onto her hands, and she writhed in the tub. Water splashed and lapped at her bounteously proportioned body. In the darkest corner of her mind she knew that she'd been waiting for this moment all day, building up to it hour after dull empty hour until she couldn't stand it any longer.
Marge fucked two fingers up her cunt, and arched with a moan. "Ohhh, oh God, aaaah!"
Both fingers stirred around in the hot snug channel of her seething pussy, then began to fuck in and out. At the same time, she worked her clit to a filmy lather until it tingled, her hips undulating at an increasing pace that made the water slosh.
Within moments Marge's fingers were whipping back and forth between the greased folds of her cunt with fast furious strokes. Long strands of drenched red hair cascaded about her bare shoulders in matted loops. Her large tits flailed, nipples dancing wildly. Blasts of syrupy cunt juice poured across her fucking fingers in waves of approaching bliss. She hunched up frantically. "God, yesss! Unnh - uhhmmm!,, She didn't see the bathroom door crack open and inch inward. She didn't see Danny peer in, attracted by the gasps she'd heard coming from within on this way to his own room. And she didn't see his mouth drop open as he stared with numbed shock at his mom panting and thrashing in the tub, splashing water everywhere as she soared to much-needed orgasm.
Marge wasn't aware of anything but the fingers that plunged prick-like up her pussy, reaming her cunt out and pumping it to a climactic frenzy that had her arching all the harder.
When she came, it was with a barely stifled scream.
A series of explosions rippled through her cunt, pulling her up out of the water with such intensity that her taut trembling ass was slapping the surface as she hunched in oblivious fury.
She came hard, again and again. Releasing all the pent-up needs and frustrations that were hardly unusual for a woman who'd been without a man's cock for the past six years.
Danny gawked, glued to the spot, as his Mom writhed and careened in the bathtub with both hands working her cunt. He got a stunned glimpse of big heaving tits, of pink sopping pussy shrouded in soaked burnished fur and filled with wet fucking fingers.
He couldn't move. Taken by complete surprise, he could only stand and stare.
It was as the last delicious tremors of completion shuddered through her that Marge's dazed green eyes turned toward the doorway and caught him. For an instant, mother and son stared at each other in mutual shock.
"Danny!"
Her hands flew from her cunt, and she reeled upright.
"Uhhh ..." Danny tried to speak, but his voice came out a grunt. He swallowed, blushing furiously. "Uh, sorry Mom. I ... I didn't know, I thought I heard . . . well ..."
He started to back out of the room, unable to tear his eyes from the spectacle of his mother's wet nude body.
Marge blushed, too. Her cheeks turned a deep crimson as the initial shock was replaced by humiliation, tinged with anger. "Danny Turner, you come right back in here this instant! I want to have a word with you, young man!"
Grabbing up the big fluffy towel lying beside the tub, she stepped out and swirled it around her just as Danny sheepishly re-appeared, his youthful face etched with a mixture of fear and embarrassment.
Marge confronted him with a cold glare. "Just what do you mean by walking in on me like that? And don't try to tell me you didn't know I was in here - I know better than that!"
"I - I didn't mean to, Mom. I just thought I heard something, and ... it kind of happened, that's all. I'm sorry, honest!"
"Sorry!" Fuming in a turmoil of disgrace and outrage, Marge flared back at him. "Sorry! You mean you were just so eager to see what was going on in here that you couldn't even knock? Is that it?"
Her son's lean body hunched inward at that accusation, his eyes round and wide beneath a mop of tousled brown hair as they took in his mom's beaded dripping figure under the skimpy towel.
He'd never seen a nude woman before, except in pictures. Not even the fact that this particular woman happened to be his own mother could stop his cock from giving a nudge, expanding and automatic response.
Marge saw the crotch of his jeans swell until its denim confines were stretched tautly over a huge cock-bulge.
Oddly, that made her even more furious. It was a fury that flamed from deep within her cunt, in a sudden spearing ache.
"You were spying on me, weren't you? Don't you dare deny it, young man. I know it's the truth! Weren't you?"
"Oh shit- - " He shook his head frantically, his voice squeaking. "I wasn't, Mom, really! I wouldn't do that."
Deep down, Marge knew he was telling the truth. But her own humiliation at being found bucking in the tub with her fingers fucked up her cunt had taken over. She quaked with shame and fury, seething in a confusion of emotions that wasn't helped by the stiff young prick straining out before her.
Overwhelmed, she practically spat the words at him. "You little spy! Sneaking in here and looking at your own mother like . . . like some kind of horny pervert! Here, this is what you want! Now look!"
She grabbed the towel covering her and tore it away, flinging it aside. Her lush body quivered in front of him, naked and creamy and shiny with trickles of water.
A groan rolled from Danny's throat as he took in all that smooth tantalizing womanhood in one overwhelming glimpse. His eyes bulged. Despite her anger, Marge felt her pussy cream beneath his stare. A wicked little smile flickered across her lips. "Well? Are you satisfied? Take a good look. Is this what you wanted to see?"
Danny gulped. His cock gave a leap, twisting painfully. His gaze fastened on his mom's thick red tuft of cunt hair, then moved up to her big pink-tipped tits.
Abruptly she reached out and roughly grabbed his limp sweaty hands, then slapped them to her tits.
"Mom - " His voice came out a chocked gurgle as his palms mashed against her inflated nipples.
"Here you are - all the tit flesh a horny little boy could want!" Hissing out a breath, Marge purred. "Squeeze them. Squeeze them, I said! Get a good feel of my titties, damn you! Do it!"
Danny looked on the verge of tears. But at the same time he obediently began to knead the huge soft swells of his Mom's tits, making then-stiff nipples shiver and poke between his groping fingers.
"Is ... is this okay?" he quavered, squeezing tentatively.
She actually had to hold back a moan. The look on Danny's face aroused her to a pitch she'd almost forgotten could exist. He held onto all that creamy tit meat with growing courage as his initial fear began to seep away. His fingertips slid cross her nipples and his mouth dropped in a little gasp of amazement.
He was her son, but he was also a man. And it had been so damned long since she'd been admired by a man.
"Yesss, that's good." She gave a throaty, almost malicious chuckle. "But I suspect you'd like more than that, wouldn't you? You'd like to find out what a woman's tits taste like - that's what you really want. Come here!" She grabbed his head and pulled.
Startled, Danny found a big pink nipple being thrust between his hps. Automatically they closed around the tit tip in a moist vise, clamping onto that plump rigid nipple.
"Aaah!" Marge couldn't hold back a gasp of wicked delight as she shoved her tit to his face, forcing more of it into the soft suction of his mouth. "Suck my tit, Daniel! Milk it until you've got your fill! Yesss . . . you horny little . . . yes!"
She wilted against her son's mouth in a spasm of unleashed rapture as he began tonguing and sucking her engorged nipple with small, furtive slurping sounds.
Caught up in the whole situation, Danny concentrated on that big spiking tit peak with a fury. It was really happening. He was sucking on his mom's tit, the first tit he'd ever known. That fact made him suck even harder, no longer just intent on appeasing her anger.
"Yes, damn you, yes! Harder - suck it all! Work my nipple!"
Marge crushed her mammoth tit to his hps, forcing as much of it between them as he could take. At the same time, she reached for his jeans, unsnapping and unzipping them and slithering her hand down inside the stretched denim to fish out his pulsing cock.
He let out a gasp as his prick swooped free, all swollen and wagging in the grip of her fingers.
Marge was taken aback. Her son's prick was a monster!
Her hand slid along the length of the first cock she'd held in years, feeling every incredible inch and gliding into the downy nest of his cock fuzz, then cupping his taut, hefty fuzzless balls like a pair of big delicate eggs.
If anything, that uninhibited exploration made Danny milk at her tit all the harder.
"Yesss, yes that's it." She squeezed his heavy balls, and released them to once more grasp his cock. Her fingers moved over his rippled cock-shaft, massaging and tugging. "That's ... oh, my God, you are horny, aren't you? My poor horny baby."
Her cunt was churning in a juicy froth. Danny's cock lurched and bobbed as if straining toward it, intent on wiggling from the grasp of her hand and snaking right up into the sopping pussy that hovered so tantalizingly near.
It was more than she could withstand. Marge pulled her tit from his mouth. It slipped free with a wet plop.
Danny let out a husky groan, his eyes glazed. "Oh Mom . . ."
"Poor, horny little baby." She chuckled hoarsely, pumping rhythmically at his cock and knowing that if she didn't stuff that delicious hard cock inside her pussy in another second she was going to scream. "You want to fuck me? You want to put this in my cunt and shoot your cum all up my pussy. Don't you?"
She yanked on his prick to punctuate her words, and Danny gasped.
He'd never heard his mother use such words before. He'd never seen her act this way. But with his prick twisting in her fist just scant inches from the mysterious triangle of red fur that clad her cunt, he gave the only answer he could.
He nodded, groaning out loud. "Yeah . . . yes. Oh - oh, shit, yes!"
She smiled and jerked him toward her by the cock.
"All right then, that's exactly what you're going to get. Oh, yes, that's just the lesson you need to learn."
The cool edge of the bathroom sink caressed the rounded cheeks of her ass. She leaned against it and opened her legs wide, just as a mesmerized Danny slipped between them.
He got one momentary glimpse of his Mom's flared pussy gash splaying wide amidst her red cunt hair, making a pink open mouth of ready acceptance. Then his sensitive cocktip plunged into all that fleshy wetness, lodging against its outer entrance for a brief frozen instant.
Marge grabbed his taut bared asscheeks. With a single burst of insatiable strength she pulled him to her.
His cocktip vanished, squeezing between the greased folds of her pussylips and fucking up her cunthole.
She moaned, hardly aware of her son's hissing gasp as his prick fucked inch after swollen inch into her seething too-long-unfucked cunt. His cock forced her pussymouth apart, stretching its rubbery hps around his cockshaft in a vise-like grip.
Then his prick was crammed completely inside her pussy, right up to the fuzzy base of his cockshaft.
"Oh, Mom," Danny cooed with youthful ecstasy, for the first time feeling his cock wedged in the hot snug channel of a woman's pussy. He wiggled, making his prick thrash and buck inside her.
Marge reeled on the sink in blissful luxury, thoroughly enjoying the feel of having her pussy filled with stiff throbbing cock again after all this time.
"Now . . . now fuck me, honey. Move it in and out - oh! Oh, God yes, nice and slow like that!"
Danny pulled a few inches of his cock from the grip of his mom's cunt. His prick slid out wet with pussy drool, all glistening and slick. He arched, and his cock fucked into her again. He pulled out, and let the vacuum of that drenched fuckhole suck his cock in again. Every fuck-thrust made his mom twist and groan. He was fucking!
"Is this right, Mom?"
He began a rhythmic motion, fucking his cock in and out of the tight squeezing clamp of her cunt with a steady determined pace.
"Ohhh, God, that's so right!" Unable to halt a frantic sob, Marge gripped his ass all the tighter and clutched at his fucking cockshaft with long-unused cunt muscles. "Oh you sweet, sweet horny baby! Give it to me, give it to me right up to your balls! Please baby, fuck your mother until she screams! Harder!"
Never in all her experiences had Marge ever found herself begging, demanding to be fucked the way she was doing right now. It was as if a barrier had been penetrated, washing all inhibition aside. She was a horny woman who'd set out to teach her son a lesson, that was all. Only now she was sprawled on the bathroom sink with his cock buried inside her, fucking in and out as she pleaded for more. She was depraved. Utterly, totally depraved.
God, but it felt so nice!
"Yes!" Writhing in an ecstasy of sensation, she surrendered completely to her young son. "Fuck it into me, you mother-fucking little bastard! Screw me right through the roof! Cream me! Oh, baby, cream me good! Yes, yes!"
Her long legs flew up and wrapped around his waist, forcing his cock-thrusts even deeper up her cunt.
"Oh . . . oh, shit, Mom!" Danny wrenched the words out as his prick pistoned into that tight slurping pussy chute, reaming it wide. His balls slapped against her thighs, so overloaded with pent-up jizz that he felt their warning tingle with a surge of delight. He fucked with youthful frenzy, grabbing her big flopping tits for support. "I'm gonna shoot! I'm - I'm gonna - uhhhh!"
A spasm ripped through his body, and he slammed his cock up his mother's pussy with a furious stab.
The first geyser of hot jism spurted through Marge's cunt in a jetting fountain. She cried out as orgasm exploded within her like a detonated bomb. A second spurt followed, and then a third. Panting and heaving, Danny fucked his massive cockmeat to her with a vengeance.
She clung to his body and her pussy snapped around his cock with rubbery resilience, soaking up every precious drop of cum and sucking on and on. Waves of climax seared throughout her body.
Marge could've remained like that forever, teetering on the edge of the sink with her son's cock fucking its load of cum into her. It was only after he slumped, drained and exhausted, that she let her legs fall open to release him.
Groaning with satisfaction, she felt his prick slowly shrink in the clutch of her cunt until it slipped free, dripping with fuck juices. A leak of jism oozed from between her flared pussylips, and she reached down to hold it in a few delicious moments extra.
"That . . . that was ... oh, wowww . . ."
Grinning wearily, Danny stepped back and watched his mother finger her sopping pussy. She wobbled a bit, her cunt drooling jizz. Her voice was unsteady.
"I ... I hope you've learned a lesson from all this, young man. The next. . . ahhh ... the next time you go snooping where you have no business being, you'd just better be ready to face the consequences! Now go to bed, and I don't want to hear another peep out of you tonight. Go!"
"Yeah." Danny's head bobbed. He paused for one last glance at his mother's vivacious nude body before obeying. "Yeah, sure Mom. I'll. . . I'll remember. Night!"
He stumbled for the door, then stopped to pull up his jeans.
Licking her hps, Marge watched his taut ass tighten as the denim material slid up, hiding it from view. Then he trotted out of the bathroom.
A splatter of jism threaded between Marge's thighs. Without thinking, she reached down and captured it, feeling its slick warmth film across her fingers. She knew, in a dim way, that she'd just done something awful.
Danny had released a need inside her, a need that had been suppressed for far too long.
CHAPTER TWO
After that episode, Marge had trouble getting to sleep.
Even the warm oozy feel of Danny's cum seeping in her pussy only served as a reminder of the way she'd so ruthlessly seduced her own son - forcing him to suck her tits, and then to put his cock in her cunt and fuck her to wailing ecstasy. She was absolutely depraved.
And she'd loved it. Every single moment of it. God, she had to be out of her mind!
It was a sleepless night of tossing and turning, of knowing she ought to be ashamed and remorseful. But she was unable to dredge up a single real pang of self-disgust. In a sense, that was the most awful thing of all. Marge couldn't muster a shred of shame, despite the humiliating direction her actions had taken.
It wasn't until nearly dawn that she snatched a few hours' sleep. She awoke groggily to the bright morning sunlight. She yawned and stretched, then rose with one firm notion planted in her mind.
She had to see Danny, to explain that last night had been a terrible mistake, and that it must never happen again. She had to make him understand. Already forming the words she would use, Marge slipped into a sheer nightgown and headed for his bedroom.
Danny's door was open, as he always left it. She went in and found him sprawled under the tangle of a sheet, his strong young arms flung about and brown hair tousled and bare hairless chest gently rising and falling in a slow steady rhythm.
A giddy pang shot through Marge's cunt. She tried to ignore it and leaned over him, hugging her nightgown closed.
"Danny? Wake up, honey."
"Unh?" He shifted slightly in his sleep.
"Danny. Please baby, it's me."
She reached out and stroked his hair, letting her fingertips drift down along the curves of his handsome unlined face and soft angular cheeks that only needed shaving once a week. He was so young and innocent, so eager to learn . . . Marge caught that thought and shoved it aside, giving his shoulder a light shake.
"Honey? Wake up, it's important. We've got to talk."
"Uhhh . . . Mom ..." His eyes fluttered open, and he grinned.
Marge forced a smile. "Well, it's about time. I thought I was going to need a brass band to wake you up! Sit up, dear. You and I need to have a little chat."
"Huh? Oh, sure. Sure, Mom." He sat up, blinking. The sheet covering him slid down across his flat stomach, displaying that fact that he hadn't worn pajamas.
A spark of heat flamed deep in her cunt, the same heat that had made this explanation necessary. She tried to push it away, settling down on the bed to face him.
"Danny, I want to apologize."
His grin faltered. His blue eyes looked sleepy and blank. "What for, Mom?"
Oh, God, so innocent!
"For last night, honey." Uncertain exactly what she was going to say, Marge hurried on. "For what I did. The ... the way I punished you. I'm sorry. It's just that. . . well, I got carried away, and when people do that sometimes the wrong things happen. Do you understand?"
Perplexed, Danny wrinkled his face and shrugged. "I guess so. But you don't have to apologize, Mom. It was great! I mean, you were just teaching me a lesson, weren't you? I like it!"
His grin broke out again, wide and beaming.
Her pussy creamed in a wicked surge of pleasure that couldn't be denied.
"But I was, well, a bit rough. Did I ... did I hurt you?"
She acted spontaneously, placing a hand over the limply bulging sheet where his prick was. That was a mistake. Instantly Danny's cock nudged, swelling under her fingers like a blossoming flower.
She gasped, but didn't pull her hand away.
"Well, I see you've just answered my question for me! Are you sure I wasn't too rough? Here, let me see."
"No, it's okay Mom - "
Danny broke off as she abruptly jerked the sheet down. His prick swung up, stiffening until it sprouted rigidly from its base of cock curls, wagging back and forth with vibrant life.
Marge's breath hissed in. Without thinking, she slid her knees to the floor and knelt before her son's magnificent hardened prick, watching it sway with hypnotic weaving pulsations.
"Uh, see?" Not quite knowing how his mom would react to his hard-on, Danny spoke hastily. "It's okay. I mean . . . you don't have to worry. I'm fine."
"I'll be the judge of that, if you don't mind."
The enticement was simply too good to pass up. She grasped his cock delicately in her hands, feeling it jerk and flutter like a captive bird. Its enormous knobbed head flared to a reddened mushroom under her touch.
"Poor baby." She couldn't help herself. She leaned forward. "Poor little baby. After what I put you through last night. . . maybe this will make it feel just a bit better."
She brushed her full hps across Danny's inflamed cock-knob. His eyes widened, and his prick gave a lurching quiver against her mouth.
When Marge looked at him again, it was with a playful, knowing expression. "Did that help?"
Stunned by the sight of his mom kissing his cocktip, Danny swallowed hard. "Oh,yeah, that. . . that helped a lot!"
"Then maybe this will help even more."
Without the slightest hesitation, she leaned down once more. Her hps again glided against his cockhead. Then they slipped apart and engulfed his cock-knob.
"Oh, shit..." Danny gasped as his pricktip vanished.
Marge's mouth puckered around his cockhead in a moist vise. "Mmmm . . ."
She groaned deeply, rolling his engorged cockhead in her mouth like a big fat piece of candy. Her tongue darted across its sensitive surface, tasting just the merest tinge of slick pre-cum leaking from his pisshole.
That taste was all it took. She began to lick and suck on her son's big prick with greedy urgency.
Marge's tongue lashed and flicked along the entire length of his prick. Danny groaned and twitched on the bed, reaching down to tangle his fingers in her thick red hair as she worked down to his cockbase and gave his balls the same treatment.
"Oh, Mom - yeah! Oh, shit yeah, that feels terrific!"
She moved back up again, to the tip of his now-lurching cock.
"Does that make up for the things I did last night, baby? Do you want me to stop?"
Breathing the words out in a husky tremor and not having the slightest intention of stopping now that she'd started, Marge enjoyed her son's wide-eyed response.
"No, don't stop, Mom, don't ... oh hell, it really hurts now! Come on . . ."
Hardly aware of what he was doing and too aroused to catch himself, Danny tried feebly to pulled her head back down to his aching prick and bloated balls.
But Marge resisted, stirred by a mischievous arousal of her own. "Say please, honey. Just ask Momma to please suck your cock, so she can make it feel all better. Come on, lover. Say it."
"Oh, Mom - " Danny surged up, but her mouth moved to hover tantalizingly near, her warm breath fanning his slickened cock-knob. "Oh shit, please! Suck my dick - please! Please!"
"That's better." Her hps snared his reeling cocktip, then sank around it.
She began to bob her head, easing slowly down over the length of his cockshaft until almost every inch of it was stuffed up her throat.
Danny clung to her long hair arid hunched up, gasping. "Yeah, that's it! That really feels great! Ahhhh . . ."
With an appreciative moan, she sucked and swallowed at his big cockshaft, gulping for the richness it held. She squeezed and kneaded his balls. Her mouth moved faster, gliding up and down the quivering length of his prick with increasing friction.
That was all Danny could withstand. He careened up with a gasp.
"I'm gonna cum! Oh, shit, I'm gonna shoot my load! Faster! Oh, Mom, suck me faster! I'm - maaaahhhh!"
He arched off the bed like a drawn bowstring, fucking his cock between his mother's hps.
The first geyser of hot jism spurted across Marge's tongue in a thick syrupy glob. With a sound of pure delight, she drank her son's cum down, sucking furiously for more.
He thrashed beneath her, his cock rippling between her hps and unleashing a second sticky geyser and then a third and a fourth, until he sank back on the bed in a breathless drained heap.
"Yeah - oh, yeah!"
Panting and twitching as his mom sucked his cock for the last tiny droplets of jizz, Danny chuckled with gleeful fulfillment. What a way to wake up in the morning! He squirmed happily at that thought, sloshing his limp prick in the wet vise of her mouth until at last she let it flop free, slick and shining and reddened with use.
Licking her hps to capture the last traces of jism on them, Marge smiled. Her green eyes glittered with wicked pleasure. "There. Did that make it feel all nicer, baby?"
Growling like a playful puppy, Danny grinned. "Yeah, Mom, that helped a lot!"
"That's good." Still smiling, she rose. "And you want your mother to feel all nicer too, don't you? That's only fair, and I think you'll like it too."
The nightgown slid from her shoulders, and she slipped onto the bed.
Danny watched, agog, as his mom's voluptuous nude body moved atop him. She straddled his waist, her cunt splaying above his lolling cock to give him just a peek at the pink wet gash of her flared pussylips amidst that fiery bush of matted pussy hair.
Then she was grasping his shriveled prick and pulling it to her well-greased cunt entrance, her fingers stuffing its limp thickness inside her pussy as she settled atop him with a long throaty sigh.
"Ahhh, yes. Yes baby, that's just what I need! Uhmm, that's so damned good."
Marge undulated blissfully, blasting a surge of pussy cream across her son's cockbase and balls as she rolled his soft young prick inside her cunt.
To his amazement, he felt his prick nudging up with immediate response.
Marge felt it, too. "Ahhh, that's my sweet baby. Make it hard, honey. Make your cock nice and hard so Momma can give it a real going over. Ooooh, God, that feels so fucking good!"
She gyrated to help her son's cock along. His fucker swelled up in the creamy vise of her cunt, thickening and ballooning with majestic splendor until it stretched her pussylips taut around its base.
Then she began to fuck up and down, rocking onto his now-engorged prick with long slurping strokes that fucked his cock thoroughly into her with each downward thrust.
"Uhhhm, oh, baby. Sweet, sweet fucking baby. Give it to me Danny, give all your cock to Momma like a nice horny little boy. Fuck me, fuck me nice! Ohhh, that's it."
Her ass gyrated faster, seesawing at an increasing pace that fucked every massive inch of his cock into her like a thick poker. Marge's pussy literally spewed juicy torrents across her son's bobbing balls and flat stomach as she plunged her pussy onto his rigid prickmeat all the harder.
Danny gurgled happily as he plummeted upward in frantic spasms, clinging to his mother's big bouncing tits and fucking his aching prick in and out of the greased vise of her cunt with furious lunges.
Marge groaned and fucked down with increasing friction. Her ripe ass slapped hard against his thighs as she met Danny's every fuck-thrust, her soaked pussy slurping along his cockmeat.
"God honey, that's just perfect! Fuck my pussy good and hard, shove it all right up my cunt! Ohhh, fucking shit, that's so good I can't stand it! Do it baby, cram that cock up my cunt and fill me with your sweet precious cum!"
Her cries rose to a crescendo as she bounced atop him, skewering her cunt onto his prick with fierce rolling fuck-thrusts.
Urged on by his mom's uninhibited wails, Danny pounded his prickmeat up her silky fuckhole with all the exuberance he could muster. Every upsurge of his aching prick was met by a slamming thrust of wet clenched pussy.
It was more than he could take. With a grunt of sheer glee he drove upward, slamming his turgid young cock into his mother's cunthole with a cry.
"I'm coming! Oh Mom, I'm - aaahhh!"
Danny felt his balls explode once again, spewing blasts of jizz deep up his mom's frothy sucking pussy.
Marge felt it too, and that was all it took to bring her building climax to its inexorable peak. She fucked down on her son's spasming prick, letting out a cry of utter bliss as blasts of orgasm went slashing through her.
"Aaannngggh!"
Acid-hot geysers of cock cream spurted up her pussy, filling it. She rolled across her son's thrusting hips in abandon, taking every delicious drop of his cum inside her pussy until, finally, he slumped back in a gasping heap.
"Ohhh ... oh, fuck!" he gasped.
"Aaaaahhhhh . . ."
Eruptions of orgasm rumbled through her twisting prick-stuffed pussy in an endless chain of completion, as if they would never end. She kept gyrating until at last his drained cock flopped free, lolling wetly against his balls and drooling the last droplets of escaping jizz.
It was the sweetest climax she'd had in years. After a long luxurious moment of simply straddling him and soaking up the final twinges of satisfaction, Marge reluctantly rose.
"There. I . . . uhhm ... I hope that made you feel all better, darling. At least... at least, I certainly know it did me!"
Unable to halt the pleased giggle that slid huskily from her throat, she retrieved her discarded nightgown and headed for the door, leaving a happy grinning Danny laughing behind her.
"Oh, yeah, me too! That was terrific, Mom! It was . . . wowww . . ."
"Now get some sleep, darling. You need a little extra rest. And just remember the things I said. I'll wake you up later for breakfast."
She slipped away and headed for the shower.
Dimly, a nagging part of Marge felt guilty. She'd gone into Danny's room with the intention of apologizing - and she'd only ended up seducing him all over again! What kind of mother was she becoming?
But even as that uncomfortable thought came, Marge pushed it aside. With the feel of a boy's cum seeping thickly from her sated cunt, she was hardly in the mood to feel guilty.
CHAPTER THREE
That afternoon was Marge's turn to drive Danny and his two best friends, Gil Harding and Jerry Neal, to the ball park. She dropped the three boys off with a veiled smile at her secretively beaming son and waved. Then she drove back to June Harding's large rambling house to spend a few hours chatting until it was time to pick the boys up again.
Both June and Susan Neal were divorcees, which gave the three women something in common. In fact, they had laughingly begun to refer to themselves as the Swinging Singles Club dur-ing these dull gossipy summer afternoons while their sons were out playing ball.
It was as they sat in June's plush living room, sipping tea and talking about the weather, that Marge made her slip.
"God, I'm hot!" she blurted suddenly.
"Um, tell me about it." Sue Neal said.
She was a prim slender brunette who never failed to appear immaculately groomed in her expensive dresses and who sat in a lounge chair with her legs Crossed and looking as if she'd never been more than lukewarm a day in her life.
"Would you like some more tea, Marge?" June Harding, a sexy big-titted blonde who was always eager to please her two friends, was already rising from the couch beside her.
Normally Marge actually managed to enjoy these little get-togethers. But today she was irked by the insipid platitudes and oh-so-proper air that both women exuded. On malicious impulse, she decided to stir this little gathering up.
"Please no, I've already drunk enough tea to swim in! And besides, it's not the kind of hot that iced tea can cure. I mean really hot - hot enough to scream! Oh God, I'm so damned horny I'm about to die!"
With a groan of blatant frustration she arched on the couch, uncurling her vivacious body in a long meaningful stretch.
"Why, Marge!" June Harding gave a nervous giggle, her pale high cheeks flushing red and her blue eyes going wide with shock. "What an awful thing to say right out loud like that! Really!"
But Marge wasn't in the mood to be laughed off. The startled expression on her friends' faces urged her on.
"Oh? And just what's so awful about it, if I may ask? Don't tell me neither of you ever feel the same, because we all know better. Here we sit, three horny women without a man among us, and I'm awful because I'm horny? Well, who isn't?" June's blue eyes went even wider. Sue Neal's mouth dropped open, and she let out a horrified gasp.
"Marge Turner, that's a disgusting way to talk! Honestly, I never - "
"Then maybe you should," Marge said quickly, by this time thoroughly enjoying her two friends' open astonishment. "For that mater, maybe we all should. And let's all be perfectly honest while we're at it - we've got three teenage sons among us. Haven't you ever policed those tight jeans they all wear, and the way they bulge in just the right places? Well, I have. And I'm certainly not ashamed to admit it! God, when I remember all the sleepless nights I've spent just wishing for a good stiff cock and thinking about Danny, what it would be like if he - "
"That - that's enough!" Sue Neal was the first to react, literally leaping out of her chair.
Marge stopped, realizing she'd gone too far in mentioning their sons.
Sue trembled with outrage, her deep husky voice quavering a bit as she spoke. "That's the most disgusting thing I ever heard! Talking about our boys like that - and your own son! You ought to be ashamed of yourself. And I'm not going to stay here and listen to one more obscene word!"
Even Marge was taken aback by the brunette's fury. She spun for the front door, even as June snapped out of her own daze in an effort to calm her down.
"Now Sue, don't be like that. Marge didn't mean what she was saying. She was just - "
Halfway to the door, Sue whirled on her as well, her brown eyes glinting. "And you're just as bad as she is, for listening to such talk! I - I never!"
With those brusque words, Sue abruptly turned and stalked out of the house, slamming the front door and leaving the other two women stunned behind her.
Then, for lack of any better words after that display, Marge gave a short self-deprecating laugh. "What'd I say?"
It took a moment for her remark to sink through June's astonishment. Then the blonde smiled wryly and shook her head. "Marge Turner, you really are awful. Do you realize that? You know perfectly well how Sue feels about discussing sex, and then on top of it - talking about our sons that way, as if you really meant it! Sometimes I think you are depraved, at that!"
Despite the scolding tone of her words, Marge could see that June was still flushed and breathing a bit heavily. Something in June's reaction made the ache in her own pussy swell, until it gnawed wetly between her thighs.
They were sitting on the couch an arm's length apart, two aroused women whose mutual sexuality charged the air with electricity. For the first time in the years they'd known each other, Marge found herself examining her friend in a new light, urged by the ache that had grown deep within her pussy.
Almost seeming to sense the appraisal that was going though her friend's mind, June gave an uncertain little laugh and tried to change the subject.
"Anyway, the damage is done now. She'll be over it by next week. You know how her flare-ups are. I think I could use another tea. Marge?"
"No, thanks."
As June moved to rise, her big tits thrust forward against the material of her blouse as if in an effort to burst its confines.
Marge felt a pang of pleasure shoot through her pussy like an electric spark. Before the blonde could rise, Marge spoke out, her voice turning into a sexy purr.
"I really am sorry that I stirred up all that righteous indignation, but don't you think there was a bit more than that in Sue's behavior? I mean, didn't she overreact - just a little - even for Sue?"
That suggestion caught June in mid-motion. She blinked uncomprehendingly. "What do you mean?"
"Well, isn't it obvious? Why else would she just blast out like that, unless I struck a nerve? Didn't it ever occur to you that under all that disgustingly prim and innocent exterior she just might be every bit as cock-hungry as either of us?"
"Marge!" June gasped, her eyes taking on a fresh expression of shocked horror.
But now that she'd gotten started, Marge couldn't stop her wicked train of thought. She made a face.
"Oh, come off it. We're all three horny as hell, and you damned well know it. And what in the world makes you think I was just joking about our sons? Now be honest - wouldn't you give anything to feel a big stiff cock sliding up inside you again after all this time? And would it really matter if that big stiff cock happened to belong to Gil?" "Why, why I - "
Gaping, June worked her mouth. Her blue eyes were as round as saucers, cheeks flaming red. But she didn't make a move to escape the obscene images that her friend was projecting.
Marge went on, as if she were no longer in complete control of her own arousal.
"We both know that you're every bit as horny as I am, and I can prove it. Is that what it takes to convince you? Let's find out right now."
Not giving herself a chance to think, Marge reached out with both hands and caught the giant swells of her friend's tits, crushing a palm to each oversized tit.
The reaction was instantaneous. June's jaw went slack, but she didn't pull back. The notion didn't even seem to occur to her as she sat frozen, her tits thrusting into Marge's hands and her nipples expanding in a sudden instinctive response that had them spiking out to stiff rigid peaks beneath bra and blouse.
"There, you see?" A bit shocked at her own behavior and by the unexpected tautness of plaint nipple flesh blossoming into her palms, Marge gave out a throaty chuckle. "Why not admit the truth? It's been too long since any of us had a real cock - and you're no more immune than I am! Are you ready to be honest about things, or do you still want more proof?"
Her hands began to move in a slow natural rhythm, cupping and squeezing the big soft globes of the blonde's tits as her fingers slipped teasingly across the hard fat buds of her nipples.
June tried to laugh the whole thing off, but her laugh came out cracked and nervous.
"Marge, don't! This isn't. . . stop it! The things you do to prove a point! All right, I give up. Just. . . ahhh, stop . . ."
Her hands fluttered up to clasp Marge's kneading fingers, but didn't seem to have the energy to force her away. Instead they merely clung limply as Marge continued to knead, working the pliant mounds of her tits.
Despite her attempt to stop what was happening, June felt a wave of arousal sweeping through her, emanating from her tits and pushing with a heat that took any trace of determination out of her voice.
And for her part, Marge succumbed to the same sensation. Her pussy was melting, creaming in lush bursts of horniness that had her squeezing and massaging the blonde's tits with lingering expertise.
There was no hiding the fact that June was turned on. And her gasps only urged Marge on, as her fingers slipped down.
"There, now you're getting the hang of things. See what I mean, darling? Our problem is that we've spent too many afternoons blathering nonsense and sipping tea instead of concentrating on the really important things. But I mean to take care of that right now."
As if in a daze, June felt the blouse being unbuttoned and pulled off her shoulders, letting the big bra-confined globes of her tits spill free. Then Marge's deft fingers were plucking at that last restraint too, tugging it until its straps slid from unresisting arms.
Her now-bared tits joggled into the open, two huge mounds of creamy tit flesh capped by the vivid pink swirls of distended, flattened nipple buds.
Instantly Marge grasped those plump sensitive spikes, expertly tweaking and torturing them with such intensity that the blonde could only groan out a pleading tone, unable to halt the willing reaction of her own body.
"Pun - please Marge, we shouldn't be doing this! It ... it isn't right. . . aaahhh . . .!"
But now that they'd gone this far Marge didn't have the slightest intention of stopping. Her pussy was creaming up a lather of arousal as she watched June's pale pink nipples quiver and grow even stiffer between her fingers.
"Stop trying to fight it and just relax, dear. You're not fooling anybody, and we both know it. You're just as hot-cunted as I am under all that proper air of yours, and I intend to make you admit it. How's this for a nice beginning?"
She gave the engorged nipples in her fingers a sharp pinch, and June gasped.
"Ahhh - don't! Pleeeeaaase . . ."
Her unconvincing cry only made Marge attack her tits all the harder, firmly clutching and squeezing the fat inch-long peaks of her nipples with greater determination.
June's shoulders arched, mashing her tits to the other woman's hands in spite of her attempts to protest. It had all happened too quickly: the wicked talk about their sons, Sue's infuriated exit and Marge's overwhelming actions. Even the sound of her own voice was a giveaway, coming out in husky groans that wouldn't have convinced anyone. An ache had begun deep in her cunt, an ache that for the past years she'd tried desperately to ignore.
And now that it was erupting within her, there was no stopping it. Dimly she heard Marge's chuckle as her body responded instinctively to those fondling fingers, making her nipples throb.
"God, you've got such sweet big tits! So lush and sensitive . . . I've just got to taste them! You wouldn't object to just one little taste, would you? Just one . . . nuhhhmm ..."
Even as she spoke, her head swooped down, hps engulfing one rigid nipple in a warm moist vise.
"Aaahhh!"
June couldn't hold back a groan of mingled shock and lust as Marge's tongue flicked across her nipple, making it strum and throb with an intensity that soon had her pussy gushing. Almost without realizing it she sank backward on the couch, reaching up instinctively to clutch her friend's luxuriant red hair.
But any effort she might have made to stop what was happening vanished completely as Marge began to suck. Her hps pursed around the engorged bud of that nipple and drew in hard, her tongue darting and teasing its stiffness.
"Muhhh . . . Marge, that . . . ohhhh . . ."
June couldn't resist. Her shoulders arched, thrusting her tit forward for more. Her fingers clutched Marge's hair as the redhead sprawled atop her, releasing a muffled groan of her own as she sucked even harder at the nipple that soared up between her hps.
Licking and mouthing her friend's big fat nipple and delighting in her groans, Marge slid her hands down to the elastic waistband of June's slacks and began to tug. The fabric gave easily, and slithered down.
"Ohhh ... oh, don't. . . nohhhh____"
Dimly realizing what she was doing, June barely managed to gasp out even that token resistance as she felt the material of her slacks glide across her full hips, panties and all. The flat rippling flesh of her tummy was exposed, hips surging with willing compliance even as she moaned out denial.
"Don't . . . please . . . pleasssse ..."
Her pussy was seething, melting with a heat that no amount of resistance could conceal.
The first blonde curls of her cunt popped free, glistening wet and matted with her arousal. Marge's fingers tugged harder as they brushed that glossy thatch of pussy hair. More cunt curls appeared, thickening and tapering to a gold vee between her thighs.
All the while, her mouth was fastened onto June's tit with furious suction, working that plump straining nipple to a quivering fullness that had her groaning and mashing her tit to Marge's face in unleashed fervor as the last little trickles of inhibition seeped inexorably out of her.
Not even Marge had actually expected anything like this to come of her determination to have an honest conversation for once. But now that it was happening, she was only too glad to oblige. Abruptly letting June's tit flop wetly free from her mouth, she rose, eyes glinting and hps smiling with wicked enjoyment as she grasped the bunched border of the woman's slacks and began to work them down her legs with eager tugs.
"Now let's get a real look at this gorgeous body of yours, darling. I just have to see it all, every last bit of you."
"Stop, please."
It all happened too quickly. June gave a soft unconvincing wail as the slacks were whipped off completely, exposing her entire nude body beneath her friend's greedy stare.
Marge was gazing down at the lush blonde who lay trembling and naked on the couch.
"My God, you've got a simply scrumptious figure! I always knew you were built, but this - it's really incredible! I've just got to get a look at that pussy of yours, darling. You don't mind giving a little show, do you? Just us girls, showing off what we've got?"
As she spoke she was already moving, spreading June's long tapered legs and sliding down between them for a better look.
June couldn't stop herself. Her legs seemed to separate of their own accord, splaying limply apart to display the entire drenched gash of her cunt. And she could feel her pussy gushing with juices, creaming in surge after uninhibited surge of wet filmy arousal despite all her denials.
She had a gorgeous cunt. Though Marge never would have believed herself capable of admiring another woman's pussy, she breathed out a husky gasp at the sight of June's cream-slickened cunt gash. Her pussy flared open, its drenched puffy lips all plumped and pouting wide amidst their halo of matted gold curls to expose a snug vivid pink slit and a fat, greasy hooded clit.
"Oh dohhhn't. . ."
June's hands fluttered down as if in an effort to cover herself, but Marge's appreciative purr stopped her in mid-motion.
"You've got such a sweet pussy, all wet and creamy . . . God, I could just eat it up! Would you like that, darling? Would you like to have your cunt eaten? Let's find out, shall we?"
She suddenly craned forward. Her tongue darted out, lapping along the length of that precious sopping cunt slash in a probing stroke.
"Aaaahhh!"
June gave a quivering lurch beneath her. A burst of hot pussy juices poured across Marge's tongue, flooding over her mouth as if a dam had burst.
Until that very moment Marge wouldn't have considered herself capable of actually wanting to eat another woman's cunt, Respite her hor-niness. But June's reaction urged her on. She dipped out again, gliding her tongue between the blonde's pooched cuntlips and collecting the blasts of pussy cream that flowed out to meet her.
Those first tentative licks had June surging up with a groan, her eyes bulging.
She writhed, her groan turning into a whimper of unleashed sensation as that tongue slithered along her cunt with natural expertise. She couldn't stop the wicked thing Marge was doing, or even her own response. Jolts of pleasure shot through her pussy like an electric current, plunging her ass off the couch in frantic gyrations as Marge lapped up each fresh blast of pussy juice and burrowed for more, locating the fat hooded bud of her clit and tonguing it as well.
June wailed with the first greedy licks that flicked across her rigid clit, working it to a lathered erection of pure sensitivity. She arched up with ever jab and stroke, her inhibitions gushing completely away in burst after burst of hot cunt cream as the redhead pursed her lips around the plump surging little clit and captured it in a moist vise.
With a deep throaty moan of her own, Marge began to suck the blonde's clit to taut quivering puffiness, at the same time rolling it like a marble along her tongue and delighting in the moans and spasms that rippled through June. Though she'd never eaten another woman's cunt out before, she knew exactly what she liked: how she loved to have her own clit stroked and teased, tortured into climactic frenzy until she was on the very verge of orgasm, and then attacked with a ferocity that had an explosion of bliss blasting through her like a bomb.
And that was just was just what she did. Plunging deep between June's wide-spread thighs, she slurped at the woman's seething clit with a vengeance.
"Oh, Marge, I'm . . . I'm going to come! I can't stand it! Please, oh please that - that's so good! So . . . damned . . . guuuuhhhh! Aaaaahhhhh!"
The first tang of orgasm ripped throughout June's pussy in a jolt that had her sobbing out with gleeful release, her ass plummeting off the couch and her cunt mashing frantically to her friend's face.
It had been years since she'd last had a real climax; so long that she'd almost forgotten just how sweet it felt. But now, with Marge's lips clamped around her clit and sucking with fierce friction, she felt it happen. Orgasm came in a sudden blast of sheer ecstasy that arched her body like a bow. She cried out in abandon with the first violent shudders of bliss.
As if a volcano had erupted inside her, June writhed upward, coming in surge after surge of delicious release. Her engorged clit strummed in the vise of Marge's mouth again and again as she surrendered to that sweet orgasm.
Though it lasted only a few precious seconds, her climax seemed to go on forever. And when she finally slumped back on the couch in the last little surges of completion, it was with a hazed satisfaction not quite like any she'd ever known before.
"Uuunnngggh ..." June moaned out a hoarse sigh, still undulating in those blissful twinges of orgasm, when she felt that sweet sucking mouth pull away and slip from her pussy with a last delicate lick. "Whuh . . . what?"
Her eyes fluttered open, dazed and unfocused, to see Marge rise above her.
Marge's green eyes were sharp and glittering. By this time her own cunt was juicing wildly with arousal, demanding attention as well. She was already shedding clothes, even as she spoke in a hoarse, slightly urgent tone. "Ummm, that was sweet. I always knew you had it in you, darling. You just needed someone to bring it out. And while we're at it, don't you think it's time I had some fun, too?"
Her blouse and bra fell away, baring her stiff-nippled tits.
June's eyes focused on that sight, and her mouth dropped open in a gasping breath of mixed pleasure and shock. But before she could dredge up a single objection, Marge had slipped out of slacks and panties as well and was already moving forward again. Her big tits dangled above the blonde's face, their fat distended nipples dancing and bobbing before her parted lips.
"Now it's your turn, darling." Marge hovered over the slack-jawed blonde, taking quick advantage of her dazed condition. "I want you to suck my titties, just the way I did yours. Suck them nice and hard, so I can have some fun, too. That's not asking so much, is it?"
"Marge, I ... no, I don't. . . uhhmmff!"
A turgid spiked nipple darted between her puffy lips, and they closed around it in automatic response. Too much had happened. She had no control at all. June found herself mouthing that thick shivering nipple as naturally as if it were something she did every day. Her tongue rolled across its textured areola, dipping and darting and working the nipple to hard thrusting attention.
"Ahhhh ..." Marge groaned, undulating atop her. "That's it, that's just the way I like to be sucked. Keep going, lover. Keep doing it just like that. . . ooohhh"
Shoving her tit to the blonde's face for more, she writhed in creamy bliss.
Both women were thoroughly turned on, beyond any limits either of them would have believed possible. Their bodies arched in horny unison, cunts mashing together. Marge's red pussy hair entwined wetly with June's gold cunt curls as their bodies hunched and writhed in a frenzy of mutual fuck-need.
For June, it was like being caught up in some vague cloudy dream. The tit pushing between her lips suddenly pulled back, wet and slippery, only to be replaced by the other. She groaned and continued to suck tit, clamping her mouth on that engorged nipple and working it to a saliva-streaked peak of taut arousal.
And that was all Marge could take. Her own pussy was dripping wet and aching with a lathered frenzy that could no longer be ignored.
Abruptly she moaned out a hoarse cry, writhing wildly. "Oh, God! I can't stand it anymore! I've just got to get some satisfaction right this instant or I'm going to explode! I've just ... got to!"
She plucked her tit from her friend's face and rose up to her knees, wrenching into position.
Dimly, June grew aware of what was happening. She felt Marge's legs straddle her head, and moaned out loud.
Her eyes opened just in time to see the redhead's cunt splayed open above her, its thick sopping lips flaring wide apart to display the entire gaping slit of her pussy.
Then that wet hungry cunt gash was surging down to her mouth, its lips pressing to hers in an intimate kiss, and pussy drool was gushing across her chin.
Madge groaned ecstatically as her cunt sank against her friend's full lips, her taut clit jabbing against June's hard white teeth. She gyrated, moaning blissfully.
"Eat me, you sweet cunt! Eat my pussy up just the way I did yours - make me come! Eat the orgasm right out of me, darling! Hurry-on yes, hurry!"
Her soft velvety pussylips smashed against June's mouth with urgent temptation, demanding attention.
She couldn't resist. Her response was instinctive, without conscious thought. Her tongue dipped out with tentative strokes, gliding across that lush seething cunt in small testing jabs.
"Aaaahhh!"
Marge groaned even louder at those first hesitant laps, her pussy spewing a burst of juices over the blonde's face.
For the first time in her life, June found herself actually tasting another woman's cunt. Hot floods of pussy cream flooded across her tongue in bursts as she probed deeper between Marge's shck pussylips to copy the actions that had brought her own climax soaring to completion.
Above her, Marge groaned and writhed with unleashed urgency.
"Oh yehhhsss, that's just - aaaah! Eat me lover, eat me really good! Oh, my God, that's perfect!That's simply - aaannnhhh!"
Her groan rose to a wail. The beginnings of orgasm went spiking through her in jolts, arching her body in spasms of delight that had her tits bouncing and her cunt fucking furiously on the blonde's face. June's tongue burrowed deep up her pussy, fucking in and out with rhythmic response. No longer in control, she gouged deep up that lush red-furred cunt all the harder as Marge thrashed atop her, hunching down for every tongue-thrust. Orgasm exploded almost instantly, ripping throughout her in sudden shuddering blasts.
Marge gave an enraptured shriek and slammed down, fucking her friend's mouth in surge after surge of incredible completion.
Thick bursts of pussy nectar poured down June's throat. She drank them all up and tongued for more, slurping at Marge's sweet gushing pussy with an intensity she wouldn't have believed possible in herself until this very moment. With her own cunt still twanging release, she tongue-fucked the redhead to equal heights of satisfaction until at last Marge slumped, moaning and drained.
Twitching and panting in an ecstasy of sheer luxury, she sank beside June with a hoarse delighted laugh.
"Ohhhh Gohhhd, that was nice! Sooooo nice ..."
She lay catching her breath for an extra moment, her hips still tugging with the last precious tremors of climax. Then she rose, clambering over June's lolling body, and reached for her clothes.
The dazed blonde let out a gasp of her own, smiling dimly with cream-slickened lips as Marge dressed and paused a moment to gaze down at her sprawled body.
"You see, darling? I always knew you had it in you. Aren't these little get-togethers much nicer when we stop pretending and just relax?"
June's eyes fluttered, and she hazily licked at the wet film of pussy drool that layered her mouth. "I . . . I . . . aaahhh . . ."
Marge was still smiling with triumph as she took in June's gorgeous figure one last time, then turned for the door.
"I'd better pick up the boys now. But let's not forget the things we discussed, all right? And maybe next week we might even pick up where we left off . . . that is, if you have no objections."
Walking for the front door, she almost laughed to herself. There'd be no objections from June. And for the first time in months, Marge didn't dread the thought of next week's get-together one little bit.
CHAPTER FOUR
The three boys sat at the grassy edge of the baseball field, leaning against the wire mesh fence behind home plate. As they waited for their ride home, they were engrossed in conversation. Danny did most of the talking, glancing about from time to time as if afraid of being overheard as he went on with his story.
"... and as soon as she sucked my balls dry, she climbed on top and stuck my pecker up her pussy - man, it felt good! Then she started moving, kind of bouncing up and down and making it hard all over again right inside her pussy. That got her moaning and - shit, I mean she really begged for it! She begged me to fuck her!''
He paused for effect, his face a bit flushed at reliving this morning's experience with his mom.
For a long moment, neither of the two boys gaping at him said a word. They merely stared, digesting the series of images Danny had described.
Then the tallest of the three, lanky blond-haired Gil Harding, let out a whooshing snort.
"Bullshit!" His pale cheeks had turned crimson as well, blushing as he thought of Danny and his mother fucking together. "You're telling us that your mom begged you to fuck her, huh? She sucked you off for starters, and then begged for your dick. Oh, surrre. Bulllll - shit!"
He made a face, his disbelief all too apparent.
"Yeah!" Jerry Neal, a year younger than the other two boys and less experienced than either of them, couldn't even imagine Mrs. Turner doing such a thing. "You shouldn't talk about your own mom like that, Dan. I mean . . . that's not right."
His gray eyes dropped in embarrassment. He was unable to hide the fact that all through Danny's fantastic story he'd been picturing big-titted Mrs. Turner without her clothes - until his own young cock had risen up rock-hard in his jeans.
"Hell, it's the truth!" Though he hadn't really intended to blurt out the past two days' episodes with his mother to his two best friends, now Danny found himself defending his tale in an outburst. "She really did it, honest! It was like she wasn't my mom at all, but somebody else! The way she got all hot and funny-acting, and the way she went after my pecker - I didn't know it was going to happen! Man, you should've seen her go!"
The fervent honesty of his words wasn't lost on either of his pals, despite the overwhelming picture they formed. Gil Harding gave a second snort, but this time it came out gravelly and less certain.
"Aww, come off it. Guys don't fuck their own moms - that's crazy! My Mom sure as hell wouldn't do anything like that. She wouldn't even think about it!"
"Oh, yeah?" Danny said. "Well, what if she did? What would you do then, huh? I'll bet you'd do just like I did - hell, who wouldn't?"
"I wouldn't!" Jerry Neal piped up in a shocked tone, his face scrunching in horror at the mere notion of fucking his own mother.
"Christ, neither would I," Gil sputtered with righteous indignation.
But he was unable to ignore the fact that even as he and Jerry spouted their denials they couldn't hide the stiff cock-bulges in their jeans. In spite of himself, he found new images flitting into his imagination: images of his mom hovering nude before him, her huge tits dangling down and her long blonde hair cascading across his thighs as her soft lips moved warmly over his hard prick. He shivered, unable to hide his reaction.
"Well, I bet you both would, anyway." With a shrug, Danny surrendered the argument. "You just had to be there, that's all - hey, there's Mom."
Marge's car pulled up to the curb, and she gave a short honk. All three boys rose, selfconsciously holding their ball gloves before their swollen crotches as they loped for the car.
As she drove the boys home, Marge was aware of the oddly subdued silence. She didn't notice the furtive probing stares that were cast in her direction, and didn't see the confusion and uncertainty that flickered across the faces of Gil Harding and Jerry Neal as, one by one, she dropped them off in front of their homes.
In fact, she was hardly aware of anything but the insatiable tingle that tickled deep in her cunt, a tingle that her session with June had only momentarily soothed.
Danny felt it too, squirming impatiently in the seat beside her. By this time, he'd begun to learn the telltale signs that his mom was horny, in the faraway expression of her green eyes and in the small knowing tug of her lips every time she glanced in his direction. His cock stiffened.
They'd hardly dropped the two boys off and headed for home before Danny was scooting up beside her in the car seat, grabbing possessively at her tits and grinning from ear to ear with impish delight. Marge had to laugh, playfully trying to push his hands away.
"Danny, stop it! Is this any way to behave in public? Playing with your mother's tits right in the open where anybody can see!"
Glancing about a bit nervously, Marge had all she could do to keep the car steady as eager young fingers unbuttoned her blouse and slipped under the confines of her bra to heft a large pink-nippled tit into the open.
"Daniel!" she gasped, as much from pleasure as from shock at his uninhibited action. "Now stop that! I can't concentrate on driving if you - oooh!"
Deftly capturing her big nipple in a firm grasp, Danny gave it a tweak. Her nipple spiked out in response, flattening to a distended button of pure sensitivity.
"What's the matter, Mom? Am I doing something wrong?" Fingering her turgid nipple with sharp little milking tugs, he teased her without mercy. "Want me to stop?"
Marge's cunt blasted with creamy pleasure. She couldn't resist arching her bared tit to his hand, groaning surrender with a smile she couldn't begin to hide.
"Baby, can't you at least wait until we get home? We're almost there already and . . . ahhh, that feels so fucking good! Damn you, go ahead then! Play with my tits, if that's what it takes to satisfy you! And if somebody sees us like this then it's your own fau . . . ahhhh!"
Her words turned into a groan as he swooped, clamping his mouth about the engorged nipple he'd been fondling.
The car veered dangerously as a delicious pang shot through her tit. Danny was grinning with a mischievous expression as he mouthed her thick sensitive nipple into quivering awareness and began to suck, his lips smacking wetly around her tit tip. "Muhhmm . . ."
"Dunn . . . Danny, you're making it impossible for me to drive! I can't. . . can't. . . oh, God, baby, that feels good."
His eager young mouth clenched around her tit all the harder, melting her resistance away in a flood of juices.
Before she'd quite realized it, Marge was groping at his crotch with her free hand, unsnapping and unzipping the tautly stretched denim of his jeans and fishing out the straining prick that throbbed there.
The youth's hard-on flipped into the air, a gorgeous swollen shaft of rigid veined cockflesh that pulsed demandingly in her fingers.
"Oh, all right then. If you can't wait another five minutes, then you'll just damned well get what you're after right here and now! I certainly can't drive through town like this! Just let my titty go a moment honey, and I'll find us a nice place to stop."
Her slickened tit slipped from his lips, and he chuckled in happy self-satisfaction as she pulled up to a curb and shut the engine off.
They were in a quiet residential neighborhood, and at a quick glance Marge didn't see any people nearby. She hastily arched in the seat, peeling her slacks and now-sticky panties down until they dangled off one foot.
Then, taking a second swift glimpse around just to be sure, she twisted about on the front seat and straddled Danny's lap, at the same time grasping his thick young cock and positioning it beneath her seething wet-furred pussy.
"Is this what you're after, darling?" Purring huskily, Marge eased down until the flared folds of her soaked cunt mouth brushed teas-ingly against the engorged head of his prick, slickening its slitted tip with warm pussy drool. "Is this what you want from Momma, baby?"
"Oh, yeah ..." Danny arched, eager to fuck his prick up his mom's steamy cunthole.
The tip of his cock slipped between her sopping pussylips, lodging tentatively there with an urgency that made Marge burst a gush of cunt juice over its surface. But she purposely held back from fucking her cunt onto that tempting cocklance, preferring to torment her son just an extra bit now that the tables were turned.
"Tell me how much you want it, lover. Tell Momma just how bad you want to fuck that big cock of yours up her pussy and cream inside her, and then maybe - just maybe - I'll let you have it."
"Ohhh, Mom!" In a surge of aroused frustration, Danny heaved, trying to cram his aching cockmeat up that silky fuckhole.
But Marge pulled back with the motion, keeping his reddened cock-knob perfectly captured at the rim of her cuntmouth and not allowing it to sink an inch deeper.
"Oh, shit - I want it bad! I want your pussy real bad, damn it! I want to fuck all the way up inside it and shoot my jizz like crazy! Come on, Mom! Fuck, I can?t stand it!"
His bloated cock-knob seemed to flare even thicker at the entrance of Marge's pussy, stretching its lips apart with a wet smacking sensation that shot right up through her clit. It was all she could do to keep from fucking down onto that vibrant stiff cock.
"Beg for it, baby. Beg for - ooohh, beg for Momma's pussy! All you have to do is say please, and it's ah yours. Go ahead, honey. Beg for Momma's cunt!"
Smiling with malicious glee, she rolled her hips, sloshing his cocktip in the tautened grip of her cunt mouth like a huge slick marble.
That tantalizing feel of his mother's cunt was more than he could take. He began grabbing at her tits and lunging up with all his might.
"Please - oh shit, pleeeease! I gotta have it-please, Mom, please! Pleeeeasssse!"
That was all Marge had been waiting for. With a lilting motherly tone of surrender she gave in, almost laughing out loud in triumph at the blatant need in her son's face.
"Of course, darling. See? All you had to do was ask, and I'm all yours." She sank down, letting out a groan of delicious pleasure as her cunt was shoved wide open to take his cock. Her heated pussy slithered silkily along the length of his prick, until she'd taken every last inch. "Ahhhh . . ."
Settling firmly atop his loins, she began to leisurely rock back and forth. Her bared tits crushed to his face, nipples flitting across his open lips as she fucked on his cockmeat with slurpy suction.
"Ahhhh, that's my good baby. Give me our cock, give Momma all that sweet fucking cock and suck her tits the way you know she likes it - good and hard. Do it, honey. Fuck me and suck my tits. Uhhhm, that's it. That's just. . . aaahhh . . ."
Her voice drifted into a crooning murmur of pleasure as Danny's lips once again latched onto a fat sensitive nipple, chewing on it with urgent suction as his prick fucked up her cunt-hole. A spew of hot pussy juices blasted over his balls as she undulated even harder atop him, fucking her cunt on his upthrust prick.
A muffled groan of delight gurgled from the teenager's throat as his mom's lush pussy clamped around his cock in a velvet vise, sucking at his cock with long eager pulls. The front end of the car began to rock with the intensity of Marge's fuck-thrusts, but at the moment she didn't care who saw the odd bouncing of the parked car or the suspicious position of its occupants.
All that mattered was the sweet young cock fucking up inside her, pounding her pussy to climax.
"Yes baby, fuck me . . . oh, God yes, fuck me and suck me with everything you've got! Eat my tits - ohhh, lover, I can't. . . can't stand it! Fuck . . . fuck!"
Drilling her cunt onto his cock with violent thrusts, she cried out as the first twangs of orgasm went shuddering through her.
And at that moment Danny arched like a bow from the car seat, his face wrenching and his youthful voice crying out with the sudden explosion of release.
"Mo - ohhhhm!"
"Yes darling, do it! Fuck your jizz up my cunt! Fuck it all - fuck it - aaannngggh!"
Her words rose to a shrill wail as she fucked down with a vengeance, meeting her son's eruption with a volcanic blast of completion all her own.
Danny's prick lurched and bucked. Hot thick threads of cum spurted up his mother's cunt-hole, flooding her fuckhole and splattering from the stretched rim of her pussy mouth as she lunged for every last drop. Orgasm seared through her in hot waves, an endless chain of [firecracker bursts that seemed to shoot throughout every fiber of her body.
She took each and every shot of cum that rippled from her son's prick, sopping up his loads of precious cock nectar until at last he sank back gasping in the car seat, utterly drained.
"Ohhh, Mom . . ."
Danny managed a weak grin of satisfaction as he continued to clutch her big heaving tits, squeezing on them in rhythmic spasms as she prated on his lap to soak up the last little spurts of his cum.
"Good, so fucking good . . ." Marge rocked in an ecstasy of bliss, feeling all that hot cock cream inside her pussy. "God, that was so damned nice! Just what I needed, baby. Just exactly ... uhhm . . . what I needed."
Danny's cock plopped free, lolling wetly across his emptied balls. He watched with dazed satisfaction as she wiggled her clothes on once more, then scooted behind the wheel.
She looked across at him, her eyes aglow and foil lips tugging in a sated mischievous smile. "Now do you mind if we finish our drive home, where we can have more privacy to enjoy ourselves?" Or is five minutes too long to ask a horny man like you to wait?" "Oh, I guess I can wait."
CHAPTER FIVE
As a tired and sated Marge drove her son home, she didn't think about the chain of events she had set off.
But June Harding was thinking. In fact, she couldn't stop thinking. Even after she'd risen groggily from the couch and slipped once more into her rumpled clothes, she couldn't get that unexpected episode off her mind.
God, what had she done? Letting herself be seduced, letting another woman eat her cunt. . . and then repaying the favor like some insatiable sex-starved bitch!
She could still taste the lingering flavor of Marge's pussy on her lips, could still feel the tremors of aftermath that oozed through her cunt.
And she could still remember the things Marge had said about their sons. About how nice it would feel to have a man's cock fucking into her again after the past lonely years. To have a real cock fucking her. Filling her cunt to the brim, burying itself into her pussy and fucking her to climax, shooting cum deep up her cunt ... Gil's cock . . .
Just the thought made June shudder in an emotional turmoil. She hadn't seen her son naked since he was a little boy. But now, she found herself imagining, wondering what he looked like under the jeans he always wore. Gil had grown into a big, broad-shouldered young man. What kind of man's cock would he have?
It was a wicked thought. In an effort to push it away, June went upstairs and took a long cool shower, letting the sharp sting of the spray wash across her big creamy tits and down through the moist gold thatch of her cunt.
June slipped a hand down to fondle her pussy, intending merely to ease the itch that still tingled there.
But almost before she knew it, she had two fingers wedged up the greasy chute of her cunt-hole, fucking them up her pussy with long cock-like strokes.
"Ohhh ... oh baby, oh my sweet baby, ahhhh
Wild images of Gil swept through her hazed mind as she reeled under the shower, unable to control the long-dormant needs that burst from deep within her. Marge's tongue . . . Gil's cock . . . Gil's sweet young cock . . . cock . . .
With spray cascading across her body, June writhed in delirious release. Her fingers fucked deep and hard into the juicy froth of her cunt, pumping the orgasm from it with frantic jabs.
Shivers of climax ripped through her like lightning bolts, spiralling her groans to a cry of ecstasy as she hunched under the spray in a fury to sop up each new jolt as it struck.
"Gaaannnh . . . unnnggghhh!"
Orgasm erupted again and again with a completion every bit as thorough as Marge's tongu-ing. With her make-believe prick fucking up her cunt in the vivid semblance of the real thing she surged with a bliss she'd almost forgotten could exist.
Though lasting only seconds, it seemed to go on for endless hours until at last she slumped under the spray.
It was almost as if she could actually feel Gil's prick spasming inside her, shooting the last little splatters of thick hot cum up her cunt.
And the most frightening realization of all was that June wished he were here, wished it were really happening. God, Marge was right - she did want her son's cock!
She pulled the sopping fingers from her cunt and stepped dripping out of the shower, flushed and breathless. She dried herself and slipped into a fluffy bathrobe, then went into her room and flopped on the bed, utterly worn out by the afternoon's events and insights.
It was as she lay there, dazed and drifting half-asleep, that she heard the front door slam and Gil's deep voice booming through the house.
"Mom? Hey, I'm home! Anybody here?"
A moment later heavy feet pounded up the stairs, and his voice called out again.
"Hey Mom, you up here?"
Something kept June from answering. A twinge of guilt froze her on the bed. The last thing she wanted right now was to face her son. After her cunt-sucking session with Marge, after the wicked thoughts that had made her finger-fuck herself in the shower, after all the images of Gil that had invaded her mind - the last thing she wanted at this moment was to meet his blue-eyed gaze and try to pretend that she didn't want to fuck him.
She feigned sleep, hoping for a few extra moments of peace and quiet to collect herself. She'd left her bedroom door open. she lay in bed, not daring to stir, she could feel Gil's presence as he paused in the doorway, looking in. For what seemed an eternity, she didn't hear a sound, and she was beginning to think that he'd crept silently away so as not to wake her.
Then, in a soft tentative voice, Gil whispered. "Mom? You awake?"
He waited, staring at his mother's motionless form draped out on the bed with the robe flowing around her.
Afraid that somehow her son would see the images lurking inside of her if she responded, June didn't dare answer. That was why she didn't see the strange expression that swept over Gil's face, or the unexpected glimmer that sparked in his eyes.
All the way home, he'd been thinking about the things Danny had told him, unable to push them aside. His cock hadn't stopped throbbing for an instant in reaction to the thought of Danny and Mrs. Turner fucking.
And now here he stood with his own mom stretched out asleep before him, still damp from her shower and obviously not wearing a thing under the bulky robe she had on . . .
Gil's heart began to pound. He swallowed hard, his throat constricting in an abrupt tension of mingled lust and excitement unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.
He could hardly force the words out as he murmured again in a hoarse, grunting whisper. "Mom? Hey, you asleep?"
When she didn't answer, Gil grinned. It was a taut furtive grin, flickering across his handsome face like a shadow. He edged into the room.
June didn't see her son's grin. But she could feel him moving nearer, until he hovered frozen above her beside the bed for a long moment.
Curiosity replaced her initial embarrassment. It wasn't like Gil to sneak into her room this way. He was usually so thoughtful, so careful not to disturb his mother when she was resting. What was he doing?
Gil plucked at the loosely knotted belt of her robe. For a brief instant, June couldn't believe it was really happening. Then she felt the ends of the belt slither apart, and heard her son's gasp.
"Oh, Jeez!"
The flaps of the robe slumped open, baring an expanse of his mother's pale dewy flesh.
She had time just for that single stunned moment of realization. Then Gil gently eased one flap aside, exposing the lush mound of one big tit. She heard his breath suck in.
Gil found himself staring down at a huge creamy tit, its round pliant softness thrusting up into a pink swirled nipple so fat and plump that it seemed as large as his open mouth. He'd seen women's tits before, in pictures. But no pictures had prepared him for the enormous tit mound that jutted up at him now, swelling into the biggest, ripest nipple he'd ever seen anywhere.
"Oh Christ. . ."
He hung there gaping, more scared than he'd ever been in his life. At any moment his mom could wake up and catch him standing over her gawking at her tit. Christ, he'd really be in for it then!
But at the same time, he couldn't seem to help it. After hearing Danny's tales and thinking about Mrs. Turner all afternoon, he couldn't resist this one unexpected opportunity to examine his own Mom.
Urged on by that thought, he reached out again with one hesitant finger. Neither of them were prepared when her nipple twanged up beneath that tentative probe, stiffening instantly to a hard surging spike.
Gil gasped.
June felt a red blush flood across her face as it all happened at once. He was actually sneaking a feel of her tit. She could feel her pussy melting, juicing up a lather of fresh arousal that seemed to surge from her innermost depths, as if a dam had burst. Her nipple flared to a fat sensitive peak of quivering need under his finger, thrusting blatantly out for attention.
God, she was creaming like crazy - all because of her teenage son!
That startling revelation barely had time to sink in, as Gil flicked his fingertip back and forth across the tautened bud of her nipple.
Then, before she had time to do more than realize the fact that she was being thoroughly turned on, he lowered his head.
"Mom . . . mumm . . ."
June had just one brief moment to feel his warm breath fanning over her now-engorged nipple, teasing it to even stiffer erection.
That was when Gil's mouth very carefully engulfed the turgid bud, covering it in a warm vise. He groaned as his mom's fat nipple shuddered between his lips with a life all its own. Caught up in his own wild impulse and the frank enticement of her huge pink nipple, he began to suck.
His action was so unexpected and sudden that June almost groaned out loud, herself. She had to bite back a gasp as his mouth eased delicately into a clamp of suction around her nipple, lips pursing and tongue flicking over its textured surface.
A spear of pure delight gouged through June with unbearable urgency at the first hungry laps of her son's tongue. She couldn't hold back a moan, despite herself. "Unnnhh . . ."
Gil froze in mid-lick. His pulse raced with terror at the notion of having his mom wake up and find him kneeling over her with her tit captured in his mouth. For a long heart-stopping moment, he remained motionless, too scared to continue and too aroused to sneak away.
It was all June could do to keep from grabbing his head and smashing her aching tit to his face, urging him on with a cry of sheer need. As if the day hadn't held enough surprises already, she abruptly felt her cunt boiling with a juicy arousal that swept all inhibition out of her in wet gushes. It was a wicked, awful way to react to her own son - but God, it felt so nice!
That realization seeped inexorably in, in spite of her last feeble attempts to deny it.
Gil began to suck again. Tentatively at first, still half-fearful of waking her. Then with growing courage, until his lips were once more smacking with wet appreciation across her nipple.
"Aaahhh . . ."A small gasping sigh of pure pleasure slipped past her lips as she creamed wildly in response.
But this time Gil didn't stop. Satisfied that his mother was asleep - and keeping a watchful eye on her attractive face just in case - he worked the nipple in his mouth like a sweet piece of candy. It was his first taste of tit ever, and now that he'd stated he intended to taste as much of it as he could.
He groaned, burrowing against that lush mound of tit flesh in a burst of greedy hunger as his fears dwindled away. By this time, his prick was twanging with a rigid ache, throbbing afresh with the tiny moans and twitches of his mom's body.
Christ, she was getting turned on in her sleep! Somehow that fact made his prick surge even more furiously.
"Oh yeah . . ." At last Gil released the slick jutting cherry of her nipple and rose, panting and breathless.
June barely held back a disappointed groan as her tit slipped free, and she felt her son pull back.
But her disappointment lasted only an instant. Then eager fingers plucked once more at her robe, easing the flaps of the material back from her voluptuous body. The robe slid apart until it was bunched at her sides, baring her completely.
Now she lay absolutely nude, spread out on the bed and totally exposed to her son's rapt gaze. She heard his gasp, and could feel the heat emanating from his cock as his eyes scanned her body.
His mom was gorgeous. Gil had never realized it before, had never even thought of his own mother in those terms. But now, for the first time ever, he took in the lush woman's figure spread out before him with new appreciation. His eyes moved down from her big lolling tits across a supple lithe shape and flat tummy, down to the blonde thatch of cunt fur.
His cock gave a wild leap as he stared down at her beautiful gold-furred pussy mound. Afternoon sunlight glinted on its tangled curls, showing off a hint of glistening wetness in the midst of that glossy cunt bush.
He reacted without thinking, reaching out with tender uncertainty to thread his fingertips lightly through all that shining smooth cunt hair and feeling its crisp softness give and separate under them in a natural furrowed part.
His fingers wormed between his mother's thighs, probing into the slick crevice of her cunt.
"Uhmm . . ."
June couldn't hold in a groan at that touch. Her pussy burst with pussy juice, creaming wildly. She seemed to have no control at all over the situation. Her thighs melted apart, easing open under those probing fingers.
"Oh, man . . ."
Gil gasped with pure delight as his mom's legs slid open, splaying the pink moist slash of her entire pussy to view. Her cunt gaped before him, its inflamed lips smacking oozily apart and releasing a flood of steamy cunt drool.
He'd never seen a woman's pussy before. The spectacle of his mom's lush gold-trimmed cunt slash pouting wetly beneath his stare had its effect. In automatic response, he slipped a finger down across that soaked silky trench of pussy flesh. It pushed between the fringed lips of her cunt and snaked deep into their greased cleavage, fucking smoothly up her cunt with an abrupt ease that plunged it home in a single thrust.
June's hips arched. Not quite able to believe it was really happening, she felt her son's finger wiggle up the taut channel of her fuckhole with furtive little jabs, reaming her pussy out with a thoroughness that would have snapped any hot-blooded woman awake.
But Gil seemed to have no fear at all anymore. His finger fucked in and out between the sopping lips of her pussy as naturally as if it were something he did every day. A blast of cunt juices poured over his hand, and his finger fucked harder into her with that enticement.
Unable to halt her own response, she twitched her hips up to take each exploring finger-jab. It was an incredible sensation - being finger-fucked by her own son, and enjoying every bit of it!
She gasped, beginning to feel the first little tremors of climax rippling through her cunt.
Suddenly, without warning, Gil pulled back.
"Oh Christ Mom . . ." His whisper was throaty and hoarse as he plucked his finger free.
Hissing a breath of frustration, June slumped back on the bed. If only he'd kept finger-fucking her, just a few more precious jabs . . .
But in her disappointment, she didn't see the expression on Gil's face. She didn't realize that he was far from finished. By this time he had other ideas, ideas of his own. His cock was aching, surging in his jeans like a bucking stallion at the temptation of that split-open cunt-hole. He had to do something about it right now, or his balls were going to explode!
When she heard the slither of a zipper, June couldn't resist. She slitted her eyes open, just in time to see Gil shove his jeans down to his knees. His engorged prick flipped out, bare and stiff and straining from its thickly curled nest of fur above a pair of hefty balls.
But what really caught her attention was his cock. His prick was a monster! Jutting out as stiff as a flagpole, his cock throbbed and pulsed with unleashed energy. A shiver of mingled horror and lust shot through her. She had just time for that one stunned peek at her son's massive fucker.
Then Gil was moving onto the bed, crawling between her spread legs with his cock twisting and lurching before him.
June's pussy tingled and creamed. Mesmerized, she watched through slihtted eyelids as he eased up between her thighs, his engorged prick thrusting at the flared entrance of her cunt.
That first poker-hot stab of cockmeat against the sensitive lips of her cunt was enough to send a jolt of pleasure shuddering through her. But before she had time even to enjoy that brief gouging presence, she found herself in for far more.
Because at that moment Gil's big cockhead slipped between the pooch of her cuntlips and fucked inside her pussy.
"Unnnhh - " She moaned aloud, unable to hold it back as her cuntlips were stretched apart to take that monster of a cock-knob.
But Gil didn't seem to hear. He let out a groan of his own, hovering poised above her in his tensed position.
"Mom - oh Jeez ..."
His aching cocktip rolled in the greasy slush of her cunt mouth, its head blossoming even larger and snapping her pussylips around it with rubbery vise-like resilience. A fresh blast of cream spewed over its red knob, filming the rippled length of his prick with a syrupy lather of ooze as he gave a low growl of pleasure and, taking the very greatest of care, began to fuck in and out.
June surged up with instinctive reaction. It had been so long since she'd felt a man's cock inside her, felt a prick throbbing its way into her cunt and filling her pussy entrance with sweet stiffness. There was no hiding her response. Even though it was her own son's cock nestled between her cuntlips, she couldn't hold back any longer.
Her hips began to gyrate with rhythmic twitches, sloshing that delicious teenage cock around in her cunt.
Gil let out a gasp, both amazed and delighted by his mom's response. "Ohh - oh yeah, yeah. That's . . . that's just..."
It was unbelievable. He was actually dipping his cock into his mother's lush blonde-fuzzed cunt while she hunched up. And she was still asleep!
Picking up courage at that thought, he worked his cock around in that delicious sucking cunt. His balls slapped slickly against the clenched cheeks of his mom's taut ass until they were glistening wet with fuck juices and tingling with an urgency that couldn't be denied much longer.
He undulated in gasping ecstasy, letting his cock fuck in and out of his mom's snug clutching pussy.
Almost before he knew it, Gil was fucking several inches of his inflated cockmeat back and forth, actually fucking his way into that wet sucking cunt without fear. He hadn't intended things to go this far. He'd only wanted to steal a peek at a woman's body, that was all. But now that this was happening he didn't have the slightest urge to stop. His balls hurt like hell, churning with a pent-up load of jizz. His prick jerked and spasmed in the tight clamp of her cunt.
Beneath him, June was caught up as well. She surged up to meet his jabs in perfect harmony, sensing the approach of his eruption. This was wrong. A dim part of her mind knew this was wrong, knew she should never have allowed events to reach this point.
However, that didn't stop her from thoroughly enjoying each plunge of rigid cockmeat up her pussy, and it didn't stop her from hunching up for more. It had been too many years since she'd had a good fucking.
Suddenly Gil let out a long hoarse groan and twisted with a last violent thrust, fucking his cock deeper up her pussy than he'd dared go before.
It happened abruptly, without warning. His prick writhed and jerked in the vise of her pussy, just as June heaved up to take his thrust.
A thick hot jet of jism spurted into her, exploding up her cunt in a geyser of release. It was followed by another spewing load, and another and another.
June lunged up to take them all, each and every one. It was all she could do to keep from shrieking with bliss as, for the first time in years, she once again felt her pussy being flooded with sweet thick cock nectar.
Mother and son climaxed in mutual frenzy, Gil twisting and panting and shooting his ball-load of jizz into his mom's cunt as she heaved beneath him, sopping up every drop.
Caught up in his own culmination, he didn't even notice the flutter of her glazed eyes. She reeled in orgasm, soaking up each pang of release as it went ripping through her.
It wasn't until he'd blasted every last drop of cum that he slumped, gasping, his drained prick slowly oozing from the clamp of his mother's pussy.
Still breathless and wobbly from that unbelievable fucking, Gil rose on limp legs and hiked his jeans back up.
He was grinning widely, his face aglow and lips twitching. He saw a splatter of jizz leak from the soaked lips of her cum-bloated pussy.
He had just fucked his own mother in her sleep - and it had been fantastic!
With that last realization, he turned and stole quietly out of the room, unaware that June's glassy gaze followed him out.
It was only after he'd left that she groaned aloud with uninhibited pleasure, reaching down instantly to fondle her cream-drenched pussy.
Her fingers dipped deep into the sopping sheath of her cunt, feeling pussy juices and jism seep over them.
Without hesitation, she slithered two fingers up her cunt to rub Gil's cum thoroughly into her. It was the first cum her pussy had taken in years, and she intended to enjoy it to the hilt.
June gave a luxurious groan, fucking her fingers in and out just as if her son's enormous slab of meat was still inside her. She couldn't recall feeling so totally uninhibited in her life.
As her fingers worked out every last twinge of climax in utter delight, a vague dull worry forced itself through the cloudy daze of satisfaction.
She had let this happen. She had let her son stick his cock in her and shoot his load of cumup her pussy. Not only had she allowed it to happen, but she had enjoyed it all too much herself. God, it had felt so nice!
But now that it had happened, how could she stop it from happening again?
And, even worse, did she even want to try and stop it?
However, even as that worry nudged its way in, June pushed the thought aside. The answer was already all too obvious.
CHAPTER SIX
As she pulled up her driveway and rushed into the house with an armload of groceries, Sue Neal was fuming.
Imagine - Marge Turner sitting there so calmly, so blithely suggesting that they should get it on with their own sons.
Infuriated by the very notion and revolted at having listened even a moment to Marge's unexpected tirade, she dumped the groceries on the kitchen table and stomped into her bedroom to change clothes.
Shimmying out of her dress, Sue continued to seethe in indignation.
The very nerve of that woman! Discussing such topics out in the open like that, as if all three of them shared the same perverted thoughts! How could she even imagine her own son in that way, let alone suggest the same for Gil and Jerry?
Disgusting, that was what it was.
But, as she peeled off her panties and stood nude in the center of the room, there was one unanticipated response that couldn't be denied, no matter how she tried.
And, despite herself, Sue had to face the fact.
Her pussy was sopping.
That was the most degrading realization of all - the knowledge that some sick part of her had been turned on and was seething with exactly the sort of reaction an uninhibited woman like Marge Turner would understand.
Ashamed at Marge's outburst and even more ashamed of the effect it was having on her, Sue paused before the bedroom's full-length mirror to give herself a critical examination.
True, she wasn't exactly over the hill just yet. Her small tits still jutted out as firm and un-sagging as ever, their petite cones spiring into dusky plump peaks of nipple flesh that, at the moment, were as hard as pebbles.
On impulse, Sue reached up and cupped her tits. They were still as sensitive as ever too, their dark-pink nipples instantly twanging even stif-fer against the first brush of her palms. She gave a slight gasp, rubbing tenderly at her sensitive nipples and momentarily letting a wicked surge of pleasure seep through her.
Then her fingers slid down across a trim flat tummy and curved hips until at last their tips plowed into the thick brunette bush of her pussy fur.
Her cunt curls were soaked with a juicy lather, splitting to expose the wet slash of her pussy in all its dripping glory.
She slipped her hand down into that damp mat of slick curls and glided her hand along the pouting flare of her pussy, as if testing its wetness.
An incredible shock of pleasure spiked through her with a sudden blast of sensation, making her groan.
For one brief instant, Sue let her fingers rove, caressing and probing the hot moist flesh of her pussy as if she had never felt such sensations before.
It was with a wrenching shudder that she pulled her hand back, disturbed by her own brief lapse of inhibition.
She needed a cold drink. Yes, that would help. Anything to stop the incredible ache that was gnawing deep in her cunt.
With that thought in mind, Sue headed for the kitchen, allowing herself the luxury of walking around nude for just a few minutes longer in an attempt to cool off. When she opened the refrigerator door to retrieve the lemonade pitcher, a blast of cold air swept out, fanning her body in a chill much-needed breeze.
She gave a shiver of pleasure, pausing there a moment to simply enjoy the rush of coolness that spread over her, soothing the terrible wicked urge that blossomed within her. And it was as she stood there, holding the refrigerator door open and luxuriating in its chill, that Jerry walked in the back door.
"Hi, Mom. I'm just go - uhhh."
He froze in the doorway, gaping at his nude mother.
Sue jerked about at the sound of her son's gasp. Her mouth dropped open.
Jerry stared, his pale-gray eyes wide and unblinking as they took in the astonishing spectacle of his mother standing stark naked before him, her lithe body utterly exposed.
For a single instant, neither of them moved, both mother and son taken by complete surprise.
That moment was just long enough for Jerry to take in the full view, his gaze moving across the small thrusting peaks of his mom's tits and then traveling down to her thick glossy bush of dark cunt hair, trying to take in everything at once.
His young cock gave a violent lurch, leaping up in his jeans to stiffened erection.
Glued to the spot, unable to do anything but stand there in overwhelming horror as her teen-aged son took in the whole scene, Sue saw the ominous bulge swell up at his crotch. She saw the wrenched expression of abrupt lust that spread across his youthful face.
She saw it all happen in that single moment, as if she were trapped in a nightmare.
To her further shock, Sue couldn't seem to make herself stop what was happening. She couldn't force herself to cringe, couldn't even make her arms fly up in the merest token attempt to cover her nudity.
All she could do was stand at the refrigerator, open-mouthed, unable to utter a word.
At last Jerry broke the silence. His handsome young features were blushing crimson, and his voice came out little more than a hoarse croak.
"Mom, I . . . Mrs. Turner just dropped me off and . . . and ... oh, Mom . . ."
The words drifted into a soft groan as he stared, seeing his mother naked for the first time in his life.
"I wasn't expecting you so soon, Jerry." With an effort, Sue tried to overcome her mortification with a light tone. "I . . . uhm, I'm sorry you caught me like this, but I was, I was just - Jerry, would you stop looking at me like that? Is that any way to stare at your own mother?"
"Sorry, Mom."
Instantly he dropped his head, shuffling from one foot to the other as if wishing he were anyplace but here at this very moment. But, at the same time, he couldn't stop his gaze from taking in the very first woman's body he'd ever seen.
And he couldn't stop the surging reaction of his cock either. His prick soared out in a painful arch in his jeans, swelling so blatantly that his hard-on couldn't be missed.
Sue didn't miss his hard-on. She saw the pulsing throb that thrummed at her son's crotch, and suddenly her pussy gushed with an incredible burst of wicked sensation that took her breath away.
It all happened at once, too abruptly to control. In a mingled torrent of shock and lust, she realized the truth behind Marge's casual taunts - she was actually getting turned on by her own son!
"Well? Are you just going to stand there and gawk? Really, Jerry, I don't think it's quite proper to simply hover around and sneak peeks at your own mother, do you?"
"I . . . uh, no, Mom, I mean yeah. It's just. . . well. . ."
"Well what?" Flaring with humiliation and anger at her own response, she snapped with a sharpness that made Jerry jerk. "Is there something you wanted to see? Is that it? Did you want to get a good look at a woman without her clothes? Well then, go ahead and look - I said look at me!"
Her voice rose to a sharp peak, cutting out at Jerry so harshly that his head shot up in instinctive obedience. He was frightened by his mom's tirade but was at the same time unable to keep from staring in rapt fascination at her nude body.
The tortured expression on his face urged Sue on.
"This is what you want, isn't it?" Almost unable to believe that it was her own voice lashing out at her scared son with such fury, she heard the words come spilling out. "You want to see me nude - just like any horny little boy spying on his own mother! Well, I can certainly satisfy your curiosity once and for all! You want to get a good uninterrupted look - and that's exactly what you're going to get!"
Slamming the refrigerator door with an intensity of confused emotions that had her mind reeling, Sue acted without quite knowing herself what she was going to do. It was like being caught up in a hazy dream, unable to control her own actions as she walked to the kitchen table, leaned back against its cool edge, and splayed her legs wide apart.
Her pussy gaped open, making a wet smacking sound as its lips flared to utterly expose the slippery pink slash that sliced through her thick bush of moist brunette cunt hair.
"Here! This is what you want! Take a damned good long look, young man!"
Jerry's eyes bulged. His mouth dropped open as he hung there, stunned by his mother's action.
Caught up in her own degrading spectacle and urged on by her son's shocked expression, Sue went a step further. She reached down with both hands and peeled the fat lips of her pussy apart.
"Here, I want you to have a perfect view! Look at my cunt - look at it!"
A burst of hot pussy drool flooded from her cunt, oozing in globs from between her cuntlips and sliding down the taut crack of her ass.
Jerry let out a hoarse gurgle, staring straight at the first real woman's pussy he'd ever seen. It had all happened so suddenly that he could only stand frozen with shock, unable to make even the merest pretense of not devouring the sight of that splayed dripping cunt.
"Well? Are you satisfied with what you see?" Shivering with anger and shame, feeling her pussy gush with humiliating bursts of wetness at that stare, she went on with a harsh defiant tone. "Or do you want more? How about a closer look, so you don't ever have to go sneaking around stealing peeks again? You'd like that, wouldn't you? Well then, don't stand way over there - come here! I want you to get a good long look at what it is you're gaping at, so we can get this whole experience over and done with. Come right here this instant, Gerald!"
Jerry tried to speak, but could only manage a weak grunt. His mom rarely called him Gerald, except at her very angriest. He didn't dare disobey. And the way her pussy yawned open, all wet and slushy and inviting, making his cock lurch ...
He couldn't resist. As if in a trance, he edged forward, his heart pounding and legs turning watery with mingled fear and excitement, until he stood before her, just an arm's length away.
Sue leaned back, pulling her pussymouth even farther apart to display her cunt completely before the boy's gaze. Ashamed at her own depraved behavior but unable to stop herself, she drew her legs open to expose every sopping inch of heated pussyflesh.
"Does this satisfy you? Well, does it?"
"Oh, Mom . . ."
He gulped, mesmerized by the lush sight of her dripping cunt. Her pussy gaped open amidst all those pink brunette curls, showing off the pink inner channel of her cunthole completely. Now he could even see the hard jutting button of her clit.
A shudder surged through him, emanating from his cock.
His youthful stare urged her on despite herself.
"You'd like to do more than just look, wouldn't you? Yes, I can see that from the bulge you've got in that crotch of yours! You'd like to feel my pussy just the way any horny little boy would. Your fingers are just itching to feel me up, aren't they? Well go ahead - finger my pussy! That's what you want, isn't it? You want to find out what a woman's cunt feels like, so what're you waiting for? This is a perfect opportunity, so do it! Feel my cunt!"
Seething with all the terrible emotions she'd spent years trying to suppress, Sue held her cuntlips wide open to let hot floods of cream pour from between their flare.
"I ... I don't think I ought to, Mom. I mean . . . uhhh . . ."
Jerry let out a groan of confused emotions, terrified by her anger but at the same time totally caught up in the presence of that wet tempting pussy.
"Oh yes, you ought to, because I'm telling you to! Go ahead and get it over with. I want you to learn just exactly what happens to horny little goys who pry into things where they have no business being! Get a really good feel, before I change my mind - do it! Finger my cunt!"
He reached hesitantly out, as if almost afraid that sopping hot-fleshed pussy would burn his trembling fingers.
His hand plunged between Sue's thighs, fingertips plowing deep into her bush of glossy wet curls and sliding delicately along the greased open gash of her cunt flesh in a tentative stroking probe.
"Ann!" his mother sighed.
A groan of sheer wicked delight slid from her throat as Jerry's fingers kneaded their way across the pouting furnace of her cunt mouth in curious exploration, rubbing their way along the silky drenched flesh of her pussy entrance and actually strumming back and forth over her clit with quick little flicks that sent sparks shooting through her.
Sue gasped and arched at that touch. In the same instant, one of Jerry's fingers slipped between the pooched lips of her pussy and sank knuckle-deep into her with a single unexpected thrust.
"Ahhh! Yes - yes that's it! Now - unnh - now fuck your finger into my cunt! Fuck it in and out of me just the way you'd like to do it with that horny cock of yours, young man! Give my pussy a real going over, just as if - annhh! Yes, that's . . . that's just. . . yesss!"
"Like ... like this, Mom?"
With a hoarse breath, he began to do just that. His wedged finger eased from the slick clutching folds of her cunt and sank back into her with the first hesitant jabs, probing against the clamped suction of her pussy depths. Blasts of juicy froth poured onto his hand.
It had been too many long lonely years since she'd had her cunt stuffed by even so much as a curious darting finger. Sue arched up, creaming wildly and releasing a groan of wicked pent-up need. Her son's finger fucked in and out between her snapping pussylips with increased friction, pumping into her hard enough to smash against the swollen bud of her clit.
"Ohhhh ... oh yes, yes, damn you, that's it! Feel me good, ream my pussy out good and hard! Faster, do it faster! Aaaahh!"
Watching his finger fuck wetly in and out of that slick greased cunthole, Jerry picked up courage. He fucked harder.
"Is this okay?"
Sue could only respond with a gurgle of rapture as her hips lurched off the table to meet every thrust, her pussy muscles clenching around her son's fingers in a syrupy vise and sucking greedily for more.
There was no mistaking the ripples of sheer pleasure that soared through her cunt, despite all the pretense that she was merely teaching the boy a lesson. She felt the first tremors of climax shiver from the depths of her finger-stuffed pussy, and she careened on the kitchen table in furious retaliation.
Release came suddenly, blasting through her in a frenzied explosion of bliss that turned her words into a mewling cry of pure oblivion. She plummeted onto his hand in spasms, mashing her cunt wetly to his palm and fucking herself totally onto that young twisting finger.
Jerry let out a gasp of his own as he watched his mother abruptly heave and thrash in sobbing ecstasy, her little tits hobbling and pink slur-py cunt gash sucking onto his hand as if to force it all inside her. He'd never seen a woman come before. And now he was watching his own mom soar to climax with his finger crammed deep in her cunt.
Taken by surprise at the reaction he'd caused, he watched the whole thing with mesmerized fascination. At the same time he could feel his pecker twisting painfully in his jeans, aching to burst free.
A satisfied moan rolled out of Sue's throat as she sopped up the final twinges of her first climax in a hell of a long time, oblivious to all but that sweet sensation.
Then her glazed eyes fluttered open to focus on her son's youthful face.
She wasn't finished yet with that horny son of hers-not quite yet! He still had his punishment coming, getting her all stirred up this way! yes indeed, he certainly had it coming. A wicked little smile flickered across her lips. "You . . . ahh . . . you'd like to fuck me now, wouldn't you? Don't bother trying to deny it. You'd like to put that perverted cock of yours into my cunt and shoot all your cum into me-I know it! All right then, go ahead! We're going to satisfy your curiosity like you've never had it satisfied before, do you hear me? Get your cock out of those jeans and into my pussy this very instant-damn it, I mean right now!"
She arched up with an undulating roll of her hips as Jerry's finger slipped out, making the soaked mouth of her cunt wink open and shut with slurpy drooling hunger.
By this time Jerry couldn't muster even the slightest urge to disobey. With his mom's cunt juice filming his finger and his cock throbbing as if his balls were going to erupt right on the spot, he could only follow instructions with numbed obedience. Agape at the spectacle of her brown-furred snatch gyrating before him, he reached down and tore at the fastenings of his jeans.
Then his pink young cock thrashed into the open, swelling up with a surprising enormity that took Sue's breath away.
Lord, her son's cock was huge! His prick jutted out to unbelievable thickness, flailing from its downy nest of curls and heavy hairless balls in furious bobbing tension, its big bulbed head thrusting straight at the open gape of her cunt-hole as if straining to snake its way into her from where he stood.
Melting in a fresh burst of sheer delight, she had to gasp.
"Just . . . just look at you! All big and stiff, just aching to fuck the hell out of your own mother! Well, let's not deprive that horny cock of yours a moment longer! Come here, Gerald! Get that naughty thing into me this instant! Do it!"
Releasing a little growl of mixed fear and anticipation Jerry scooted forward between his Mom's wide open legs. His massive prick swung forward like a rocket, its hugeness spearing for Sue's pussy with almost frightening intensity.
Then he was clambering between her spread thighs, gouging for her cunt without any last hint of hesitation.
He gave a choked whimpering groan. His engorged cock-knob jabbed against his mother's slushy cuntlips, sliding along her hotly greased slit and finally into the flared gash of her open waiting cunt mouth.
That first thrust slithered the rimmed head of his cock into her with a wrench, prying the soaked lips of her cunt apart and snapping them around his prick in a rubbery vise.
For the first time in years, Sue actually felt her pussy being shoved apart to take a man's prick.
Even though this particular prick belonged to her own son, Jerry, she could no longer hold back a wail of pure need. Her ass surged up in spasms, the motion rolling that lush young cockhead in the grip of her cunt mouth like a big hard marble.
"Fuck me, damn you! Fuck me until I scream! Fuck your meat to my pussy all the way. I want to feel every inch! Oh shit, that feels so fucking good! Give it to me, give it to me good and hard! Yes - yesss! Aaannnggghhh!"
Her cries turned into a wordless wail as he began to ease forward, fucking his rigid cock between the taut lips of her pussy with the first inexperienced jab.
It had been a long time since she'd had a cock plunging up her cunthole. So long, in fact, that she had almost entirely forgotten just how sweet it felt to have a man's prick fucking into her, plummeting up her pussy with harsh furious stabs of sheer abandon.
Now, with her son's thick stiff prick shoving its way into her until his cock filled her completely, she loosed the horny uninhibited woman inside her with a loud piercing cry.
"Fuck it - fuck my pussy good! Move it in and out like - ohhh, oh fucking sweet baby, now you're doing it! Faster, faster! Screw the piss right out of me, damn you! Fuck me! Fuck meeeee!"
Hunching her ass off the table with hard frantic undulations, she took the first tentative strokes of her son's fucking prick. He eased his engorged cock back, then fucked into her again in a series of pistoning lunges, each one harder and more thorough than the last.
"Is this . . . uhhh . . . this is how you want it, Mom? Like this?"
Panting for breath, Jerry clutched his mother's bucking hips and fucked his prick to her with eager stabs, feeling its whole length slide in and out of the silky clamp of her snug pussy.
"Yesss, oh yesss! Fuck my cunt good! Oh shit, piss, fuck that's good! Give it to me! Harder! Fuck!"
He'd never before heard his mother use the words she was using so freely now. And he had certainly never imagined her as the panting, sobbing slut who writhed beneath him and plunged herself onto his prick with driving force.
A dim part of Jerry could hardly believe this was really happening, even as he fucked his prick into her even faster.
He as really doing it - really fucking a woman's cunt, for the first time ever!
Gurgling ecstatically, he fucked his cock home with violent, frantic shoves.
After all the past years of denial, after all the suppression and self-pretense that Sue had built up as a defense against her own needs, and after suddenly releasing those needs in the direction of her own son in one brief unexpected confrontation, Sue couldn't hold back any longer.
For the second time that afternoon, she soared to orgasm, thrashing and mewling with a completion she'd never thought would happen to her again.
Wrapping her long slender legs about the teenager's waist and plowing her pussy on that lush cock, she climaxed in an eruption of sheer fulfillment.
Dimly, in the midst of her own completion, she heard Jerry croak above her, "I'm - I'm coming! Oh, Mom, I'm really coming hard! It. . .it's going to - aaaahhhh!"
At that moment, her son exploded as well, he slammed down with a wrench that fucked his cock totally up her cunt. He writhed in gleeful release as his prick bucked and spurted its built-up load to fuck cream deep into her.
Sue purred as spurt after spurt of hot jism flooded up her cunthole in geysers, making her own orgasm surge through her all the sweeter. She could actually feel those delicious globs of cock syrup spewing into her pussy again and again, as if they would never end.
She pumped up to make them all, to soak up every last twitch of the boy's beautiful young cock and drink his precious cum into her pussy.
It was the sweetest orgasm she could ever remember having in her entire life, and it seemed to go on forever.
It didn't end until the final trickles of jism had been sucked out of Jerry's bouncing young balls. She slumped atop her in a moaning heap.
Sue lay there an extra moment, simply luxuriating in the feel of having her cunt flooded with cum as the last small shivers went shuddering through that gorgeous teenaged pecker.
Then she scooted out from beneath him and rose weakly. Her voice was now a bit breathless.
"There. Nuhh . . . now I hope that I've sufficiently satisfied your curiosity, young man. And the next time you come barging into this house with all sorts of horny notions on your mind, just remember this lesson! Now, if it's perfectly all right with you, we'll just ignore this incident and go on about our business. And if I ever suspect any naughty thoughts going on behind my back again, we'll just have another little discussion like this before you know what's hit you!"
With that dubious threat on her lips, Sue swept around and strode haughtily away, leaving her son with a stunned expression on his face.
But she couldn't hide the thick trail of jizz that seeped from her bloated cunt, or the tingles of satisfaction that still oozed through her even as she stalked to her bedroom and slammed the door behind her.
There was no hiding behind a facade any longer.
And frankly, she wasn't certain that she wanted to.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next day was especially hot, so hot that by mid-afternoon Marge gave up all attempts to finish her household chores and instead soaked in a cool tub full of water, letting its chill wetness wash over her in soothing, tingly waves.
However, it wasn't just the heat of the day that needed some cooling off. A familiar ache had been growing in her cunt until, as she lay in the tub relaxing, it blossomed to full proportion.
Yielding to that ache in luxurious surrender, she reached down and fingered her wet flaring pussy.
A blast of warm fuck cream poured onto her hands, drenching them with juicy arousal.
Fondling her heated cunt to sop up every fresh surge of that delicious sensation, Marge would've loved nothing better than to call Danny to her, to soothe the ache in her pussy with his meaty young cock. That was what she needed - a big slice of her son's precious cockmeat sliding up her cunt, filling her to the brim and cooling her off the way she needed worst.
Marge's fingers probed deeper, just at the thought.
But there was a problem. She couldn't call Danny right this moment, couldn't get that lush young cock of his into her the way she'd been planning and anticipating all through the long dull morning. Unfortunately Gil Harding had dropped by, and was occupying Danny's time at this very instant. Her plans were spoiled completely.
Downstairs, the two boys were in the den playing some kind of board game. From where she lay Marge could hear the muted sounds of their game playing, the occasional laughter or groan as one of them out-maneuvered the other.
It was a hot lazy afternoon, and she was horny as hell. God, she was so damned horny.
Even as that admission sank home, Marge let two fingers glide between her slickened cuntlips, slithering up her pussy with a comforting cocklike jab.
She began to fuck the fingers in and out, slowly at first to enjoy every twang and twinge of their presence in her heated pussy. Then faster, picking up speed, slicing between her pussylips with hard hungry strokes that mashed the heel of her hand hard against the engorged button of her clit, sending fresh spasms of pleasure shooting up through her in electric jolts.
She undulated, splashing water as her fingers pumped with increasing fury.
It didn't take much of that kind of action, in her present state, to make her come.
Climax came in a sweet rippling rush of built-up need. She arched with a groan, fucking onto her fingers until she'd pumped the worst pangs of horniness away.
For a few precious moments of pure heaven, Marge luxuriated in waves of orgasm that washed over her like an ocean tide, waves which enveloped her with blissful release.
But even that momentary relief lacked the substance of the real thing. The one thing she wanted most but couldn't obtain due to Gil's presence in the house.
She wanted cock. Hard, throbbing, pounding cock. She wanted to fuck - God, she wanted it so bad!
That overwhelming thought reeled through her mind in a haze as she plucked her sopping fingers free and climbed out of the tub, quickly drying herself off and padding into the bedroom to dress.
In the past few days, Marge had surrendered totally to the needs that seethed within her, until she no longer felt the slightest qualm over the fact that Danny was her own son. Though not quite a man yet, he had all of a man's horny appetites. And she had quickly learned that it was far better to quench those appetites in her own way than to go on pretending that they didn't even exist.
She'd grown totally, blissfully dependent on that sweet huge cock of his. She didn't like the thought of being denied, even for a single afternoon.
That was why, without really noticing her own actions, Marge impulsively picked out a sheer nightgown and slipped it on. The flimsy see-through material barely veiled the supple curves and slopes of her body, not really hiding a thing.
Not taking time to examine her motives, she went downstairs to find the boys.
The den door was closed. As she swept toward it, she heard Danny's high young laugh.
"Hey, I got you that time! Now you're in real trouble!"
Marge caught herself smiling, concentrating on the still-unfulfilled ache deep in her cunt. She knocked on the door and pushed it open without awaiting a response.
"Sorry to interrupt, but would anybody like something cold to drink? I'm on my way to the kitchen, and I've got a fresh pitcher of tea all made up. Gil? Does iced tea sound all right?"
Both boys looked up at her entrance from their sprawled positions on the floor, their attention turning reluctantly from the piece-strewn game board.
Their eyes bulged, mouths dropping open in unison as they took in her skimpy outfit.
Her pussy melted in a gush of fuck juices as the two teenagers gaped, their game suddenly forgotten.
"Uh . . . sure, Mom, that sounds great." Danny managed to say, overcoming his initial surprise. Then he caught the knowing look on her face, and his lips twitched in a slow spreading grin. "I think we could both use some cooling off - especially now! Okay with you, Gil?"
Flustered at the presence of the gorgeous redhead and unable to tear his eyes from the barely clad body before him, Gil bobbed his head.
"Uh, yeah, that sounds great, Mrs. Turner. Just great."
"Fine. Be right back. You two just go on playing your game as if I wasn't here at all."
With those words, Marge swept off, already tingling with a wicked delight that had her cunt creaming up a froth.
She didn't see Danny turn to catch his friend's eyes, grinning now from ear to ear. She didn't hear his proud boasting tone as he caught Gil's attention. "See? What'd I tell you? My mom's something else!"
Silently, Gil had to agree.
A moment later Marge returned with two brimming glasses and put them down, well aware that the two pairs of eager teenage eyes were devouring her every move.
"Here we are. Some nice cold tea for each of you. I hope you like yours sweet, Gil. I didn't think to ask . . . is something wrong? Why Gil, you look positively flushed! Aren't you feeling well, dear?"
Without warning she abruptly leaned across the game board and put a hand to Gil's crimson face, pretending nothing more than polite concern.
He jerked at that touch, his blue eyes taking on a glaze as they caught the spectacle of her big tits dangling against the sheer fabric of the nightgown, their swollen nipples thrusting against its confines as if threatening to burst into the open at any moment.
All too aware of his stare, Marge felt her pussy blast with juicy heat in response.
"You do feel a bit warm. Have a sip of tea, maybe that'll help. I certainly hope you aren't coming down with something!"
"No, I ... I'm okay, Mrs. Turner. Really."
By this time Danny was grinning openly, knowing perfectly well what his Mom was up to. "Aw, he's okay, or at least he would be if you had on something besides that outfit you're wearing. Man, it's really something else - we can see practically everything you've got, Mom!"
"Why, Danny!" Pulling back with a faked gasp of shock, Marge had to force back a smile. "You never complained before when I wore this nightgown around the house! Does it really show too much of me?"
She looked down at herself.
Her nipples had spiked out to full flowered erection, pushing against the material with obvious arousal. Her fiery cunt bush bulged from the clingy fabric in a crisp triangle, its dark patch of curls showing through with almost embarrassing clarity.
But Marge wasn't in the mood to feel embarrassed.
"Do you really think it's a little too casual?
Honestly, that thought never even crossed my mind!"
Danny could see that his mother was lying, thoroughly enjoying the sensation she made. By now his own cock was surging stiffly up, throbbing at a wild pitch of delight that couldn't be denied. His breath burst out in an explosion of pride, not at all abashed.
"Hell, I think it's great! You sure do look sexy, Mom. I mean - oh wow, you're really something else in that outfit!"
As he spoke, his eyes roved possessively over her body with a familiar hunger that Marge had come to know only too well.
She was having the time of her life, captivating the full attention of the two teenage boys and holding their stares with an almost-hypnotic effect.
She had to smile, unable to hold back any longer.
"Why, thank you, dear. And what about you, Gil? Do you like what I'm wearing too? Or would you like it better if I took it off?"
Gil's jaw worked, but no words came out. He could only gape, his cock abruptly throbbing up in his jeans to a strumming erection.
If anything, his reaction urged Marge on.
"There's no need to be shy, dear. Danny can certainly tell you that I don't mind a little male appreciation now and then! In fact, with a little persuasion I might even show off a bit extra . . . would you like that?"
Without awaiting his answer, she proved her point, suddenly reaching up and peeling down the straps of her nightgown until they slid loosely along her arms.
The gown slipped a bit, gliding from her shoulders to hang precariously over the out-thrust of her tits. It hung there with tantalizing balance, exposing several creamy inches of bare quivering titflesh and dangling only by the taut erections of her fat hard nipples. That unexpected action caught both boys by surprise. Danny sucked breath in, while Gil goggled speechlessly.
After a long dull afternoon of unfulfillment, Marge delighted in those horny reactions.
Not giving either boy a chance to catch his breath, she went on in a light natural tone, as if the act of tormenting two wide-eyed teenagers was something she did every day: "Of course it hardly seems fair that I should go parading around the house without a stitch on all by myself! If you must know, I like to do a little admiring too! So don't you both think it would be less embarrassing if we all played a little game of show and tell? And don't give me those big blank stares, you know perfectly well what I mean! Danny, why don't you go first? Get out of all those clothes and show your friend just what I'm talking about."
For a moment the two boys looked at each other, blinking. Then Danny grinned and shrugged.
"Well. . . sure. Okay, Mom. Anything you say."
With that decision made, he didn't hesitate. His fingers flew to the snap of his jeans and tore at them.
His massive young cock flipped into the open air, wagging furiously out at Marge with a red engorged urgency that took her breath away.
Gazing at the big swollen cock she had come to know so well and feeling her pussy melt in giddy response, she hardly noticed when he kicked the jeans away entirely and peeled out of his shirt as well.
"Okay. I did my part. Go ahead, Gil. It's all right, my mom doesn't mind. Hell, she wants to see our pricks.
Gil whooshed out an astonished gasp, taken .aback by the entire overwhelming episode, despite being somewhat prepared by his friend's stories.
But after all the things that had happened lately, he discovered that he wasn't nearly as shy as he might have been just a couple of days ago. And, besides, with the lush temptation of Marge Turner's voluptuous body hovering in front of him, enticing and teasing ...
It took only a brief moment to make up his mind. Then he followed suit, jerking his tee shirt off and unfastening his jeans as well. He shoved the denim down and stepped out of them.
If anything, his cock ballooned out even bigger than Danny's. His prick soared up with a wild lurch, spasming outward from a thick glossy mound of curls and shuddering above a heavy sagging pair of balls, like a rocket on the verge of blast off, aiming straight for Marge's crotch with an urgency that had her gushing with anticipation.
She purred, staring raptly at those two delectable stiff cocks springing out at her. She was concentrating so hard on the delicious sight of those lovely bobbing pricks that she almost missed her son's next words.
"There, how's that? We did our part, Mom. Now it's your turn."
Blushing fiercely from head to foot, Gil gave his croaking agreement. "Yeah, Mrs. Turner. We did what you said. Now . . . uh, now how about giving us a chance to do some admiring?"
With both those sweet young cocks thrumming out at her with taut stiffness, Marge couldn't have resisted if she'd wanted to. Her cunt was juicing up a froth, drenching her thighs with a need she didn't want to deny another moment.
She nodded slowly, mesmerized by the two teenage cocks that wagged and arched in her direction.
"I guess it is my turn at that, isn't it? And, whatever else can be said of me, at least no one can say that I'm not fair . . ."
Even as the words came out, she gave a deft shrug. Her big tits hefted with fluid certainty, releasing the bunched material that dangled from them.
The two boys hissed in unison, gasping simultaneously as her tits jounced out at them with creamy frankness. Her big pliant tits were swinging just a bit and jutting forward into large puffed spikes of turgid pink nipple flesh.
Danny grinned.
Gil gaped.
The nightgown slithered down Marge's body in a slow-motion collapse, gliding like a waft of haze along her supple figure and catching momentarily at her hips, then floating to the floor in a delicate heap.
Her sopping cunt bush burst into view, its red tangled mat of fur making a wet triangle between her thighs. She stepped forward out, confronting the two ogling teens with blatant unself-consciousness.
The expressions on their faces were enough to have her pussy seething even more furiously as she smiled in luxurious ripples of pure excitement, enjoying the pangs of hunger that shot all through her.
"Well, you both seem to be satisfied with my part of the bargain - just look at you! If you get any more satisfied than you are right now, these poor babies are simply going to fly right off! We can't have that, can we?"
She acted instinctively, while the nearness of her vivacious nude body still held the utter attention of both boys.
Her hands swooped out with playful suddenness, fingers encircling each rigid cock in a firm grip and tugging in wicked delight as they bucked in the grasp of her palms.
Gil gasped hoarsely, his whole lanky body going tense.
Even Danny had to hiss, eyes bulging and balls tightening as his prick leaped in his mom's fist.
Neither of them had expected Marge's sexy game to go this far. In fact, she was a bit surprised at her own horny actions in light of Gil being in the house.
But, with those two beautiful big pricks pulsing and straining under her fingers, she didn't have the slightest desire to stop.
"My goodness, you both have such delicious huge cocks! If I were a horny teenage girl right now instead of Danny's mother, I'd give just anything to gobble these precious big pricks of yours right up!"
Danny's stiff youthful meat strummed all the stiffer, and Gil's huge slab of cock twisted in her fist as if having a life all its own.
That was ah Marge could take.
Before either boy had time to do more than stare down at the greedy fingers clutching his prick, she abruptly knelt before them, her green eyes aglow.
"In fact, I think I'll do just that. Yes, I think I'll just get a taste of these two scrumptious cocks while I have the chance! Right this very . . . mo - muhhmm . . . uhhhmmm . . ."
Her soft warm mouth engulfed the inflamed knob of Danny's prick at that moment, sucking on his cock like on a big piece of candy.
Thrilling to the spectacle of his mother crouching naked with his cocktip gouging between her lips, Danny groaned.
For just a single ecstatic instant, Marge licked and sucked on her son's cock-knob to taste its fully blossomed bulb in her mouth. Then she moved to Gil's enormous prick and gave his cock the same treatment, stretching her lips around that monster of a cocktip and making it mushroom even larger with the first hungry flicks of her tongue across its sensitive surface.
It didn't take much of that to have the taller boy groaning too, twitching his hips and shoving his cock forward for more.
Caught up in the pleasure of having both those gorgeous teenage pricks to herself, Marge eased from one to the other, alternately licking and sucking until she had the boys panting and heaving in-blissful urgency.
Then, when she had them both fully aroused, she abruptly released their cocks and sank back on the floor in a quivering heap, spreading her legs wide and smiling up at their lust-wrenched faces.
"God that tasted nice! But now I need to taste some of that lovely cock in other places too, if nobody objects. All right, which of you two handsome young men would like to go first? Who wants to fuck me?"
Both Gil and Danny gaped down at the voluptuous horny woman, their eyes traveling from the jutting taut-nippled swells of her lolling tits down to the splayed pink slash of dripping pussyflesh.
Two teenage cocks bucked and soared with wild thrashing spasms. Two constricted throats gurgled in unison with unleashed breath as they devoured that lush tantalizing sight.
But neither of them moved quickly enough to satisfy Marge. She undulated, making her pussy wink with wet arousal. A broad smile flickered across her lips.
"Well, you're not just going to stand there and admire the view, are you? Somebody'd better stuff me with a big hard cock damned soon, or I'm going to scream! Gil, you're Danny's guest. That makes it only fair that you should have the first honors. Come here and stick that sweet big cock of yours up my pussy instead of letting it go to waste. Let's just see if you know how to use all that equipment you've got. Come down here and fuck the ever loving piss right out of my cunt - hurry baby, give it to me good! Hurry!"
Almost in a daze Gil found himself edging forward, moving toward that beautiful widespread cunt and hardly able to believe that this was really happening. He sprawled on the floor with a hoarse rattling groan and clambered between Mrs. Turner's open thighs. She once more grabbed his rigid cock and pulled it to her pouting cuntlips like a missile, guiding it home.
Without the slightest hesitation, Gil fucked his engorged cock deep into her seething cunt. Inch after swollen inch glided between her soaked cuntlips in a single frantic thrust.
Marge gave an ecstatic groan of pleasure as her cunt was filled with stiff pulsing cockmeat. She surged up to take it all, fucking her pussy onto the boy's lush big cock in delicious undulations. He hunched between her thighs, gasping. His cock thrashed and flailed in the snug well-greased vise of her pussyhole, strumming between its flared lips and shoving its way up inside her to its base, until his balls nestled against her ass.
Danny gasped, staring in rapt fascination as he watched his friend's cock plunge all the way into his mom's glossy-furred cunt.
"Yesss, that's nice, so damned nice ..."
Releasing a groan of her own, Marge allowed herself a luxurious moment to simply enjoy the feel of being stuffed with that massive teenage cock, feeling the prick lurch through her pussy as if already on the verge of explosion.
Then she let out a husky chuckle, focusing on her open-mouthed son. "But we mustn't leave Danny out, must we? That wouldn't be fair at all, would it? On no, we mustn't leave out anybody at all. . . uhhmm . . ."
Even as those words came out she was moving in a fluid motion, pushing Gil onto his back and riding upward in the same movement. She sat straddling his waist, not losing her grip on his rigid prick for a single instant.
"Oh my God, that's nice!" she groaned.
Settling atop that huge jolting prick to feel every inch driving up her cunt, she moaned delightedly. The sensation of riding on a big stiff shaft of cockmeat, after waiting all day for just this opportunity, was great.
Then she leaned forward, mashing her tits to his chest and reaching back to cup the twin firm globes of her ass.
Behind her, Danny ogled as he watched his mom pull her asscheeks wide apart to splay the small puckered rim of her asshole. Her asshole seemed to wink and gape wetly before him like a taut pink mouth.
From his position, he could actually see the shoved-open lips of her pussy sucking at Gil's prick. Her cunt was snapped tightly around his rippled cockshaft, capturing his prick in a sopping vise.
He barely had time to take that spectacle in before his mom was groaning in a demanding tone, her voice deep and urgent with pent-up need. "Hurry, darling - I want to feel both of your big pricks in me at once! Put it in my ass - oh God, stick your meat up my asshole and give me a really good fucking there! I can't wait another moment, I've got to have them both! Hurryyyy!"
Beneath her, Gil wiggled and fucked his cock even more furiously up the snug chute of Mrs. Turner's lush cunt.
For an instant Danny stood awe-struck, not quite certain what his mom really meant.
By this time, his prick was throbbing with painful erection, twisting out to stiffened hardness. His cock threatened to explode at any moment.
Almost as if it were happening to somebody else, he found himself moving toward his mother's pried-open asshole. He moved into position behind her and letting his prick snake forward.
"This how you want it, Mom?"
His cocktip pressed against her hot asshole, and he shoved.
The engorged knob of his throbbing prick forced the small gaping mouth of her asshole wide as it slipped inside her.
Marge cried out as her ass channel was wrenched apart, and her son's cock inched its way into her.
With Gil twitching and thrusting up from beneath her and Danny forcing inch after veined inch of his cock into her asshole, she let out a purr of pure bliss.
It had been years since she'd had a good ass-fucking. And she had never taken two cocks at once! God, it felt so good!
"Unnnggh . . . yesss, oh my fucking sweet babies yes, give it to me good! Stuff both those big pricks all the way inside me, give me the fucking of my life! That's it - fuck, that's perfect! More, morrrre! Aaannngggh!"
Within moments, she was utterly filled with hard probing cock, both her ass and cunt expanded by stiff vibrant prickmeat until she was pinned like a butterfly between the two boys, unable to do anything but flutter and groan.
They began to fuck in and out of her with harsh urgent jabs, both of them gasping and panting as they reamed her out completely.
"Ohhh - oh man, your mom's got a terrific pussy!" Gil gave a hoarse grunt of appreciation, lunging up to fuck his cock totally into that lush red-trimmed cunt. "I'm gonna fuck her - oh jeez, I'm gonna fuck the piss right out of her! yeah, yeahhh!"
Clutching at the woman's soft pliant tits for support, he writhed upward in a fury of sensation that sliced his cockslab in and out of her with furious stabs.
At the same time Danny was busy cramming his cock deep in the tightest hole he'd ever had it in, running his prick's rippled length up his mom's ass chute with eager ferocity.
She was being fucked by two gorgeous stiff pricks at once, both back and front. And though she'd never done such a thing before, Marge quickly picked up a thrashing rhythm that impaled her on them both, first one and then the other. She mewled and flopped between the two teenagers in oblivious frenzy, fucking herself more thoroughly than she'd ever been fucked in her life.
And it was wonderful.
So wonderful in fact that as the first tingling waves of orgasm shot through her she let out a scream, thrashing even harder.
"Yessssss! Yes damn you, fuck me! Fuck the hell out of me! I can't stand it - screw my cunt and ass, you sweet motherfucking bastards! Screw me! Screw - ooooooohh! Do it! Damn you, do it! Aaannngggh!"
The first blasts of climax struck then, spasming through her in wrenching shudders as both boys lunged and heaved with all their might, plowing their cocks home with equal intensity.
Lurching between them, Marge came in violent eruptions of sheer bliss unlike any she'd experienced before in all her recent activities.
And as if that wasn't enough, she came all over again when first Gil blasted his load of cum inside her, then Danny.
Each boy gurgled and hunched as his cock shot its wad of built-up jizz into the writhing woman.
"Uhhhhh!" Gil arched, and more thick hot threads of cum spewed deep up that lush sucking cunt.
Simultaneously Danny surged downward, fucking all the way into his mom's ass.
More acid-hot geysers of jism spurted into her ass. And, at the same time, even more sweet cum shot up her cunthole. She was flooded with more precious cock cream than she'd ever taken before.
In a heaven of pure rapture, Marge took it all. She slurped hungrily on both those big shooting pricks, sopping up all the jizz each of them had to give. She didn't want it to ever end. She wanted only to come and come and come.
In unleashed abandon she fucked between those two youthful bodies, soaking up every drop of culmination. Both boys slumped between her thighs, gasping and drained, thoroughly sated.
"Ohhh, yes! Yes, yes my sweet babies, yess . . ."
Cooing ecstatically, Marge continued to gyrate even as those gorgeous young pricks shrank and withered inside her, completely emptied by her wild undulations.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jerry Neal had intended to drop by Danny's house that afternoon as well.
In fact, he had just laced up his sneakers and was heading through the living room for the front door when an abrupt voice erupted behind him, making him jerk to a halt.
"Where do you think you're going, young man? Did you think you could just waltz out of this house without checking with me first?"
Jerry turned to see his Mom standing at the kitchen doorway, wearing a thick fluffy bathrobe tightly knotted about her body and glaring at him with a pout to her lower hp.
He shrugged uneasily. She'd been acting funny all day, avoiding him most of the morning and hardly speaking except when she absolutely had to. After yesterday's events, she seemed withdrawn and embarrassed. He thought she would be glad to get him out of the house for awhile.
"Uh, I was just going over to Danny's, Mom. I won't be gone long, I promise. Okay?"
Sue Neal stared at her son's innocent young face. Dimly she realized that she had been behaving like a crazy woman throughout the day. But she couldn't help it. Torn by a mixture of guilt and unleashed lust, unable to forget the sweet fulfilling sensation of having cock plunging inside her and equally unable to ignore the fact that this particular cock happened to belong to her own son, she had reacted in a turmoil of confusion.
It was only by accident that she had happened to catch him skulking for the front door like a thief, sneaking out of the house to leave her alone. And that sudden fear of losing Jerry accomplished what all her worry and torment had failed to do.
She spoke sharply, reaching for the knotted belt of her bathrobe in a quick angry motion.
"No it is not okay, not until we get a few little matters straight between us! It's about time you and I had a discussion, Gerald. And you're not leaving this house until we do!"
The bathrobe slid from her shoulders and collapsed to the floor in a bunched heap.
She wasn't wearing anything under it.
"Now get out of those clothes, so we can discuss this situation comfortably. And I mean this very instant, before you take another step. Strip!"
"Aw, Mom!" Jerry winced, trying to hide the sudden tingle of horniness that shout through his balls at sight of his mom's nude lithe body. But despite his protest he obeyed her command, slipping out of shirt and shoes and jeans.
Instantly his youthful cock bobbed up in the air, already swelling to stiff erection.
Sue was already moving toward that scrumptious hardening prick as if hypnotized, unable to stop the creamy bursts of pure hunger that shot through her cunt. It was a shameful reaction, every bit as degrading as the awful things she'd done yesterday. But she couldn't help it. Her lips tugged in a wicked smile. Without warning, she swooped out a hand and grabbed that hot thickening slab of cock.
Jerry gasped. He gasped again when his mom gave his cock a sharp tug, pulling with malicious delight.
"This is exactly what we need to talk about, young man. We need to discuss exactly what you intend to do with this horny teenage prick of yours, now that you've got it all big and hard. Or maybe you have some ideas already, is that it? Would you like to fuck the hell out of me again, like you did yesterday? Yes, I think that's just what you'd like, isn't it? Even better than going to your friend's house. You'd like to stay right here and stick that naughty stiff thing in my pussy. You'd like to suck my titties and fuck your prick into my cunt and shoot all that hot sticky cum inside me, wouldn't you? Well? I want the truth!" His mother's hand was tugging on his prick with harsh milking pulls. Jerry managed to gasp out agreement. "Yuhh - yeah. Yeah Mom, I ... I sure would! I - I can't help it!" He fucked into Sue's fist with an urgency of his own, unable to muster even token resistance. And that was just the response she wanted.
With her free hand, Sue reached up and grabbed her son's head, drawing him down as she hefted a small thrusting tit forward, its vivid spiked nipple spearing for the boy's lips. "Then that's just exactly what you're going to do, before you even leave this house! Suck my tits, Jerry! Give me a good sucking, and maybe then I'll - ahhh!" Almost before he knew it, Jerry felt his mom's taut fat nipple plunging into his mouth, her pert jutting tit smashing to his face.
That first taste of titflesh was all it took to overcome his initial surprise in a wave of greedy need. He began to suck, capturing his mother's flared nipple in a tight vise and rolling his tongue back and forth until he had her groaning and pumping on his prick with furious jerks, urging him on.
"Ohhh, oh my sweet lord, that feels so damned good! Give my titties a real sucking, baby! Milk me good, just the way I'm milking your cock! Oh that. . . that's nice, so fucking nice . . . aaahhh . . ."
Sue arched forward, shoving her small pliant tit between her son's smacking lips with a humiliating lack of inhibition. He slurped wet-ly at its dusky peak. She no longer seemed to have the slightest control over her own shameful behavior. The seething ache that had been reawakened in her cunt took over completely.
Within moments she was thrusting first one turgid nipple to her son's mouth and then the other, until both were thoroughly slickened with saliva and gleaming wet as she pushed them out for more.
But for Sue that was only the beginning. The wicked urge inside her had been stirred up to a frothy pitch, soaking her thickly furred cunt.
Before he quite realized it was happening
Jerry found himself being pushed down onto his knees. His prick was released, and strummed out bobbing as he was forced downward, his mouth trailing across his mom's flat rippling tummy and into the hairy bush of matted curls that clad her cunt.
"Ahhh, that was a nice start, baby. A very nice start. . . but now I'm going to give you a taste of what you're really after! I'm going to let you eat your mother's pussy! Isn't that what you'd like? Yesss, I think you're really going to enjoy this ..."
Jerry croaked out a startled groan at finding himself confronted by his mother's lush cunt fur. He had never eaten a woman's pussy before.
However, that didn't stop his tongue from flicking out in a tentative probe, diving into all those glossy curls and locating the slash of pink wetness that lay hidden beneath them.
The first inexpert stroke of her son's inquisitive tongue had Sue reeling and clutching his head with both hands, grinding her sopping pussy to his face and releasing a cry of horny delight.
"That's it, lick my cunt - lick it! Ream it out with your tongue and lap up my juices like a good little boy, and maybe then I'll just let you fuck me the way you'd really like! Eat me! Eat me!"
Jerry did just that, for the first time in his life tasting the juicy depths of a woman's cunthole.
Blasts of steamy fuck juice poured over his tongue as it dug upward, plowing between the pooched lips of his mom's pussy entrance and plunging up inside her like a wet wiggling worm. The rough-soft surface of his jabbing tongue stabbed along Sue's stiff oily clit in a series of sharp licks. She was melting to his mouth in gushing fervor, spasming toward climax with all the blatant unashamed need of any horny depraved bitch.
The terrible truth was that she no longer minded at all. She'd kept her own desires hidden for too long under a cloak of proper respectability. Now, as those desires came exploding out in the first crashing jolts of orgasm, she screamed in an ecstasy of bliss that could never be hidden away again.
"That's it! Make me come, you sweet motherfucking bastard! I'm coming! Make your mother come with your tongue - gaaaahhhh! annnggghhh!"
Grabbing her son's head all the tighter and grinding her cunt furiously to his face, she came in burst after burst of frantic release.
Jerry gave a muffled cry of his own in delighted amazement at her reaction, driving his tongue greedily in and out between the sopping folds of her cunt mouth until he'd soaked up each eruption of ecstasy from her oozing pussy.
"Ohhh my fucking baby, that's just right! I . . . I've got to have your cock! Give me your cock, damn you! Give it - aaahhh!"
Sue was a blur of frenzied motion, pushing her son onto his back and sprawling across his waist to position her soaked pussy over that precious swollen prick.
All in that single deft motion she plunged her pussy onto his vibrant young prick and sank down, burying his cock totally up her snatch in one violent wrench.
Instantly they were fucking. Sue bounced up and down with glee, slamming her son's tight hunching ass to the living room carpet as she fucked atop his engorged prick. She never wanted this to end. With the last twinges of her first orgasm still twanging through her pussy, she felt a second explosion building, surging from her cock-stuffed cunt.
"Fuck, fuck! Fill my pussy with your jizz, lover! Fuck all your sweet cum to me! Oh shit, that's too fucking good - I'm creaming like crazy! Fuck me, baby! Fuck my ass through the roof! Now, oh you lovely motherfucking bastard, do it now! Aaaahhhh! Waaannnh!"
They climaxed in a simultaneous fury of delight, Sue crashing down. Her son's prick bucked and spurted into her, spewing jet after thick hot jet of jism deep into her heated pussy.
She came in a chain of unending firecracker bursts, sobbing and heaving and taking every precious drop of Jerry's jizz. It was the best fuck she had had yet.
And deep inside her, even in the midst of that oblivious release, Sue had to admit the truth - she really was an insatiable, horny bitch. Just like Marge Turner.
While a sated happy Jerry lay gasping beneath his mom's slender wide spread legs, Gil was just arriving home from his own afternoon's breathtaking adventures.
"Hi Mom! What's for supper? Man, am I
hungry!"
Slamming into the kitchen with a self-satisfied grin plastered on his face, he caught his mother just as she was coming in to see about dinner herself.
June hadn't been expecting him home quite so early. She had slipped into a sheer cool nightgown, intending only to spend a few hours in comfort while her son was off at his friend's house.
But now she was caught. Gil stopped, staring.
"Well, you certainly are home early! I. . . I'll have supper going in just a little bit, dear. Can you wait?"
Taken by surprise, she could only stand and blush with the realization that her tits were perfectly outlined under the nightgown's clingy fabric, their flush fat nipples straining out against the flimsy material in a blatant display.
Gil gaped, staring at the spectacle of his mom's voluptuous body barely veiled under the see-through nightgown. He couldn't take his eyes off it, even when her voice nervously broke through that initial spell.
"Gil, is something the matter? What's wrong, honey?"
"Uh, nothing, Mom." Gil felt a fresh burst of arousal flooding through him. After all the things that had happened already, she couldn't resist. "It's just that - I mean ... oh Christ, you sure have a terrific pair of tits! They're really great! I'll bet you have the best tits anywhere, Mom!"
"Gil!"
Taken aback by that outburst but at the same time pleased at his frank admiration, June managed to turn her gasp into a weak laugh.
"Why, thank you for the compliment, dear. But I don't really think we should be standing here like this, do you? Maybe it would be better if I changed into something a little more conservative."
She started to turn away.
At that moment Gil's hands swooped out, giving her no warning whatsoever. They deftly cupped and hefted her big ripe tits in a single urgent motion, palming both pliant tits in a hot eager gasp that froze her to the spot.
"Oh, Gil!"
"I can't help it, Mom!" He grabbed onto all that soft luxuriant titflesh, flushing furiously at his own action but determined not to let go. "It's just that you've got such terrific tits, I . . . I've just gotta get a feel! Just one little feel, okay? That's no big deal, is it?"
It most certainly was a big deal, and June knew it. But she couldn't make herself push her son's groping hands away. And she couldn't stop her nipples from reacting with instinctive sensitivity, spiking out to quivering hard marbles of tautness. His fingers rolled across them, plucking both into stiff turgid buttons of pure tingling pleasure.
"I've just gotta!" With an almost pained expression of unleashed lust on his face, Gil palmed those mammoth tits even tighter, as if afraid that they might be snatched away. "Your tits are just so damned good, I've gotta get a feel!"
A rush of hot wicked delight swept through June's pussy, melting her cunt in a flood of juices as his fingers stroked frantically over her tits and tweaked her nipples into even stiffer peaks.
"Darling, please. This shouldn't be . . . Gil, what do you think you're doing? Stop it, honey. Aaahhh!"
Gil acted too quickly. Almost before June could react, he had reached up with one hand and clutched a nightgown strap, in the same action jerking it down from her shoulder.
One big soft tit flopped freely into the open, its creamy, mound thrusting forward into the swirled plump cherry of a hard trembling nipple.
Instantly he craned forward, fastening his mouth onto that sweet bared nip. Her son's hot moist lips clamped around her erect spike nd began to suck with fast milking pulls, drawing in as much of that firm resilient tit as they could.
Despite her better judgment, she responded with a natural blast of horny sensation, shoving her tit forward for more even as she pleaded for htm to stop.
"Ohh-oh honey, please don't do that! It... It isn't... ahhhh .. ."
She wilted to that wet sucking mouth in spite of her attempts to stop what was happening. Her words turned into a moan of ecstatic delight as Gil sucked and licked the hard strumming nipple in his mouth with all the ferocity of youthful teenage vigor, groaning with muffled glee as he pushed the other strap down as well.
The straps gave, sliding across her shoulders and down. The nightgown went limp, collapsing slowly about her hips as a greedy young mouth switched from one nipple to the other, slickening both with wet arousal.
All her willpower seemed to be sucked right out of her by Gil's hungry slurping mouth. The nightgown slithered crisply to the kitchen floor, baring her utterly before her son.
That was when Gil pulled back with a grin, already reaching for his own rumpled clothes.
"Oh Christ, my cock hurts! It feels like it's gonna bust! I've just gotta get it loosened up - that's okay with you, isn't it, Mom?"
He didn't wait for an answer. Tearing out of shirt and jeans, he struggled out of his clothes and stood proudly before his glassy-eyed mother, watching her unfocused gaze drift down to his stiff re-awakened cock.
June groaned, once again seeing that massive big prick soar up before her from its nest of thick curls, thrumming up hard and stiff and thickened to a hugeness that took her breath away.
That enormous teenaged prick was a mesmerizing spectacle, even at the best of times. And now, with her tits aching and slick with saliva and her pussy gushing its precious cream in a torrent of response, she completely lost track of her surroundings. She could only stand there staring at that magnificent big cock, forgetting even her own nudity.
She barely heard Gil's chuckle then, or felt his hands slide up as they grasped her shoulders.
"Shit, my pecker hurts! I'll bet it'd feel lots better if you were to kiss it a little. How about it, Mom? You want to kiss my pecker and make it feel all better?"
As he spoke, he gently forced his mom downward.
June couldn't seem to make herself protest. She sank to her knees as that delectable slab of cockmeat loomed up before her, bobbing up and down with stiff-veined enticement. She hardly even listened as her son's voice droned triumphantly on, urging her needlessly forward.
"Suck it, Mom. Suck my cock for me and make it feel all nicer. Give me a really good sucking . . . ahhhh, that's it. Oh yeah, that feels really great. . ."
Her full lips pressed to the engorged swell of his pink cocktip and encircled it in a tentative loving kiss.
Almost before she knew it, she was sucking that sweet hard cockshaft, easing back and forth along its length with increasing friction. Her lips stretched wide to take his prick as Gil clutched her blonde hair and hunched forward, reaming her mouth.
"Suck my pecker, Mom! Suck it real good ... oh fuck, that's great! I'm really building a ball-load now! Want me to come in your mouth, or would you rather have it up that hot pussy of yours?"
Until only a brief time ago June would have been thoroughly shocked by her son's uninhibited language. But of course, until a brief time ago she would never have dreamed that she might end up crouching on the kitchen floor sucking his prick, either. Now, just the mention of having all that lush cock shoved up her cunt had her sucking even harder. After all the things she had gone through lately, there was no longer any holding back.
Rocking back and forth on her hands and knees, she took inch after incredible inch of cock. Gil was thrashing and gasping with gleeful abandon, hunching his mother's soft willing mouth with fast furious stabs.
"Take it, Mom! Oh fuck, I'm really gonna blast! I'm gonna - shit, I can't take it anymore! I gotta have your pussy! Ohhhh shit!"
He pulled from the rhythmic suction of her mouth and scampered about, sliding into position before she'd even stopped her dazed rocking motions. Reeling, June felt his lean body slide up behind her, wiggling between her open thighs. She managed to gasp out a weak breath.
Gil's rippled young cock slammed between her soaked cuntlips, ramming instantly hilt-deep into her pussy from behind.
A jolt of bliss tore through her entire body as he began to pump, his thighs slapping against her ass and his cock gliding in and out the gold-fringed mouth of her pussy with long slurping strokes. He fucked into her fast and hard.
"Yeah - oh yeah, that's it! Take my pecker, Mom! I'm really gonna shoot my jizz up your cunt! That's it, that's terrific! Oh shit, your pussy feels good! Take it - take it!"
She could only mewl, careening back as that vibrant stiff prick fucked her cunt with harsh stabs. She was filled utterly.
It was as if all her inhibitions were literally being fucked out of her. Until this very moment June wouldn't have imagined herself poised on hands and knees in the center of the kitchen floor with Gil clinging to her hips and fucking his cock up her cunthole in furious gyrations, giving her the very thing she needed most after all this time.
Thanks to Marge, June knew exactly how much she needed fucking.
And now she was getting fucked by her own son.
She let out a scream, soaring to climax in a thrashing oblivion of release.
The first explosion of orgasm ripped throughout her pussy in surging waves. She bucked backward onto his jabbing meat, sobbing with open glee as blast after frenzied blast of completion melted her cunt onto that sweet lunging cockshaft.
That was all Gil could take. With a last piercing thrust he slammed his dick deep into that sucking blonde-haired snatch and let his load erupt.
Hot globs of jism jetted up her cunthole, again and again. June wailed and arched back to take them all, feeling her pussy flood with the sticky film of her son's precious cock nectar.
She took every drop, and kept hunching onto that young spasming cock until she'd absorbed it all.
Gasping and breathless and utterly drained, Gil gave a hoarse groaning chuckle.
Gurgling agreement, June continued to writhe on her son's lush meat until she'd soaked up every last drop of her own climax as well.
Then she sank forward, twitching on the floor, as he collapsed atop her.
"Oh yeah, that was fantastic! Uhhmmm . . ."
CHAPTER NINE
"Oh my sweet baby, fuck it to me. Fuck it to Momma good ... oh yes, that's . . . that's just. . . ahhhh! Unnnggghhh!"
Marge gave a blissful cry and arched up, clutching Danny's humping ass as he fucked his prick into her with a last frantic jab and let his balls explode.
His precious cream spurted into her in thick syrupy geysers, pumping into her cunt just the way she needed. She took it all, writhing on the bed with delirious delight and sopping up each fresh eruption of jizz as her son sprawled gasping atop her, his cock spasming the last little dribbles of cum up her cunt.
She purred happily, in a haze of bliss that had surrounded her for more than a week now. It had been that long since she'd first confronted Danny in the bathroom, and gotten her first taste of his marvelous young prick.
God, a mere week - it seemed as if they'd been fucking for years!
And in that past week Marge had been more satisfied than she would have dreamed of ever being again. Yes, this had been a very pleasant week indeed.
"Hey, what time is it? Oh hell, we're gonna be late! Come on, Mom - I promised to meet the guys!"
Danny's voice cut through her thoughts as he abruptly noticed the time and scampered out of bed in the afternoon sunlight, grabbing up his clothes.
Hating to leave the cozy comfort of the bed and her own luxurious cloud of satisfaction, she gave a reluctant moan.
"Get dressed, Mom! This is our day at the ball field. Damn, I almost forgot!"
Wiggling into his clothes, Danny urged her on.
She sighed and rose, slipping into her own clothes despite her inner objections. In the past week she'd been so totally caught up in the consuming needs of her own sexuality that she'd almost entirely forgotten the existence of an outside world. The last few days had been a delicious orgy of fucking and sucking.
She hated to leave that freedom behind, for even a single afternoon.
But Danny was determined. He was already waiting in the car as Marge finished dressing. She stepped into the hot afternoon sun, blinking against its glare, and slid behind the wheel.
"All right, let's get it over with. But don't wear yourself out playing baseball - I have other plans for you tonight!"
She reached across and patted his crotch, giving it a loving squeeze. Then she started up the engine, and they made the short drive to June's house.
They were the last ones to arrive. She and Jerry were already there, and both he and Gil were waiting on the front porch when they pulled up.
Instantly Danny was out of the car and running, his face plastered with a big wide grin. The three boys disappeared into the house together, chattering and laughing among themselves.
Marge followed, to find Sue and June seated in the living room just as they were every week, as if nothing at all had changed in their lives.
It was shaping up to be another dull, uneventful afternoon for their little Swinging Singles Club.
But there was a tension in the air, a subdued undercurrent Of emotion that she could feel even as she greeted the two women.
"Well, you two certainly look like the cats that ate the canaries! What's been going on around here?"
The boys had vanished into the den, out of hearing range. That fact, plus Marge's air of smug self-assurance, was what set Sue Neal off.
"You know damned well what's been going on! You and those disgusting notions of yours - it's all your fault!" Without warning Sue surged off her chair and confronted Marge with a glare, unable to hide the turmoil of emotions that had been seething within her for the past week.
"Now, Sue ..." June uncurled from the couch, concern filling her eyes.
"My fault? What's my fault? Just what are you blaming me for this time, may I ask?"
The redhead's blank reaction of mystified innocence had its effect. Caught up in the shame and disgrace that had been gnawing at her the whole week, unable to control her own wicked urges and yet just as unable to ignore the humiliation of those urges, Sue found herself blasting back at the woman who'd started it all.
"You . . . you bitch! Do you mean to stand there and pretend you don't even know what you've started? After all that talk about our sons. After practically seducing us into fucking our own children! And now you think you can just walk in here and behave as if nothing at all had happened? You're the one who caused me to do those disgusting things to Jerry - you're the one to blame, putting those ideas into us! Bitch!"
Quivering and enraged at this outpouring of all the emotions built up within her, Sue acted without thinking.
Her hands lashed out and grasped the front of Marge's blouse. Buttons popped, and material tore. It happened so fast that neither Marge nor June had time to react. As usual she hadn't bothered with underwear. Her tits leaped into the open, jiggling in view.
"Sue!" June gave a shocked gasp, rising to stand agape at the unexpected attack.
The abrupt spectacle of Marge's tits sent Sue into a fresh fury. Her brown eyes narrowed with rage as she gave in to all the emotion boiling out of her, all directed at Marge.
"Let's see how you like being degraded! Let's just find out if you can put up as disgusting a show as you can talk! Let's see who's the horniest, shall we? You . . . bitch!"
Sue reached out and grasped those big lush tits in a claw-like grip, instantly following them with her mouth.
Marge let out a startled groan as the brunette fastened her teeth on one large swollen nipple, biting and sucking it with a ferocity that no mere horny boy could match. Her nipple automatically twanged erect, blossoming into Sue's mouth with stiff awareness.
Marge felt her pussy gush in an unexpected blast of pleasure. Even as Sue's fingers groped at the elastic band of her slacks and began to wrench them down, she couldn't muster a hint of resistance.
Almost before she knew it, Marge was standing in the center of the living room absolutely nude, her slacks bunched at her feet. Sue's mouth traveled across her hard-nippled tits and then moved down.
Her tongue stabbed between already-sopping pussylips, plunging with knife-like efficiency into the thick fiery bush of Marge's cunt fur and diving up her hole in savage jabs.
Marge let out a groan of mingled astonishment and lust as she found herself being licked and tongued by her prim ever-proper friend.
June gasped as well, unable to do anything but stand and stare at the entire unfolding scene before her.
And it was as they poised like that, all three women captured in this revelation of their own insatiable appetites, that Danny walked into the room.
He froze open-mouthed, staring at the sight of his mom standing nude with Mrs. Neal crouched before her, face burrowing into his mother's pussy bush and pink tongue digging deep along the trench of her cunthole.
His gasp of surprise caught the attention of his friends. Both Jerry and Gil popped their heads out of the den to see what was happening.
Marge sank down on the floor, clutching Sue's head and undulating her hips in twitching spasms of unleashed sensuality.
The brunette whipped her tongue frenziedly across the soaked greasy folds of Marge's cunt, thrusting deep into all that lush wet pussy. Marge sprawled back on the floor and splayed her legs wide, unaware of anything but the fantastic mouth glued to her cunt. Jerry stared, dumbfounded. Gil let out a sharp hiss of breath. Danny watched wide-eyed. Slowly, he grinned.
A bit startled by her own eager submission but enjoying it thoroughly all the same, Marge twisted up to take that warm slick tongue even deeper up her pussy.
At that moment, Sue rose, her lips slick with cunt juices and her brown eyes glowing with an intensity that burned from the very depths of her own aroused needs.
She spotted the three boys, and smiled maliciously.
"All right, which of you wants to fuck this horny bitch first? Who wants to put his cock inside this son-fucking slut and cream her just the way she wants it worst? Gerald? Why don't we just show everybody what you've been giving me this past week? Come here, young man. I want everybody to see just what kind of big stiff cock I've been screwing the hell out of lately! Come here and get it into her, this very instant! Do it!"
Sue grasped Marge's ankles and pulled them up and apart to display the entire drooling slash of Marge's red-fuzzed cunt, its lips flaring in open invitation.
Jerry moved forward in a kind of daze, responding to his mother's commands just as he'd been doing for the past week. Croaking out a small whimper, he unsnapped his jeans and jerked them down.
With her legs drawn up and apart in Sue's grip, Marge couldn't have wiggled free if she'd wanted to. As Jerry's young prick sprang into view, she certainly didn't want to. Her pussy winked open in a dripping stretched gash of pink wetness as her sight of that scrumptious teenage prick. She twisted and panted out a gasp of incredible hunger as he squirmed forward on his knees, staring with glazed eyes at her wide-open pussy.
That vibrant young prick sank between her cuntlips and slithered home. He obediently fucked its length inside her with hard eager strokes.
That was all it took to release any last twinge of inhibition that might have lay hidden within Marge. Suddenly Marge was writhing and thrashing with frantic oblivion, wailing happily as her cunt was tilled with stiff throbbing prick.
"Fuck me - fuck me good, darling! Give me all your prick, I need it so bad! Oh my God, that's it! More, morrre! I ... I need all your cocks! Give me all your . . . your sweet fucking peckers! Ohhh God, yessss!"
Marge felt her ankles slip from Sue's numb fingers. Instantly she twisted about, forcing Jerry onto his back with a now-familiar flip and kneeling above him with her ass arched outward, begging for attention.
Gil gurgled out a groan, mesmerized by the whole thing. His cock was already rock hard. With a chuckle of pure delight, he tore at his jeans and sprinted into position, his massive prick soaring for the drenched taut channel of her asshole with perfect accuracy.
Marge wailed as both her pussy and ass were stretched open to take those two youthful cocks. Dimly she heard June's shocked gasp as the blonde watched her own son fucking his cock up another woman's ass.
Then Danny was scuttling forward as well, grinning wide at his mom's blatant enthusiasm.
"Hey, I want in on this too! Okay, Mom? Have you got a place left for this . . . ?"
His cock bounded up before her, stiff and thick and gouging between her lips.
After that, everything faded to a blurred vision of sucking and fucking as, for the first time in all her experiences, Marge took three cocks at once.
And those three luscious young cocks gave her the most thorough fucking she'd ever had in her life. They fucked her into a sweet haze of utter sensuality that almost completely pushed the presence of Sue and June from her mind.
She had focused her attention on June now and was shedding the blonde's clothes off unresisting shoulders and down full undulating hips. She worked her own buttons and snaps as well, disrobing them both.
June flopped onto her back, big tits lolling and slender legs spreading wide as Sue swooped between them.
Then all else was drowned out by Marge's own muffled gasps as she soared to orgasm on those three precious pricks.
When Marge came, it was with a fury that sucked the jism from all three of her fucking teenage lovers.
Thrashing in the center of those lush pumping cocks, she felt each of them blast. Cum splattered up her pussy in globs. An acid-hot fountain spewed into her ass, again and again. And as Danny let his load rip, a third geyser of cream spilled into her mouth and flooded her throat, its overflow trickling down her chin in a sticky trail.
Marge took it all, every drop the three boys had to give. Then she collapsed, groaning and sated, in a cum-drenched heap.
But the fun had only just begun. As Marge's glassy gaze fixed on the scene around her, she heard Sue Neal give a wail.
The brunette crouched on all fours, taking Jerry's cock from behind. His expression was ecstatic as he pounded his barely softened prick into his mom's pussy, fucking her every bit as thoroughly as he'd just fucked Marge.
June lay sprawled on her back, legs flailing high in the air. Gil wedged himself between them, giving his own horny mom a taste of what he'd just given Danny's. Holding her asscheeks firmly in his grasp, he forced his hardened prick into the snug squeeze of her pink stretched asshole with fast hard strokes.
Marge felt Danny's familiar weight move atop her.
"Wow, this is really something else - lots better than playing ball! Isn't it, Mom?"
He slid his saliva-streaked cock into his mother's cunt and began to hunch.
Marge sighed happily, bouncing up to take his meat to the hilt.
And as she pumped herself once more to delicious orgasm, one wicked gratifying thought emerged.
Their meetings had just taken a turn for the better!
