As our modern society becomes increasingly urbanized and the overall family structure weaker, we are seeing more of the phenomenon known as amorality.
Newspapers today carry accounts of people who have never learned about good and bad, people who have never placed any value on human life, simply doing whatever a momentary whim dictated. The pervasive corruption in a high political office today offers yet another example.
The mothers in this story, Sara and Kaye, are women of the present. Living lives of existential hedonism, they refuse to worry about tomorrow. Their main concern is for today, and the pleasures it brings. Sex is merely something to be enjoyed, carrying neither emotional ties nor moral overtones.
HORNY AWESOME MOTHER-the story of two women who embody the life style of many in our society, a presentiment of what the future holds. Their story holds a lesson for us all.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Sara was exquisitely beautiful and yet she couldn't find anyone she wanted to fuck.
Clumsily, she locked the front door, hoping she wouldn't wake up her son. Since her divorce some six months earlier, she hadn't had any cock, and the horniness that she now felt caused her to go out drinking a lot with her best friend, Kaye. This evening, with her cunt hotter and more ready for a big, throbbing prick than she could ever remember, Sara had drunk especially heavily, trying to take the edge off her nervousness.
The big-titted woman knelt down, afraid she would fall over, for a moment, and unbuckled the ankle straps of her open-toed, high-heeled shoes. It felt good to be out of her shoes, and she had been afraid the clicking sound of the stiletto heels would wake up Marc, her son.
She had light-brown eyes that she highlighted with blue eye shadow, a rather small, straight nose, and a medium-full mouth with lips that always shimmered with a light coating of lipstick or gloss. Her body was almost perfectly proportioned, though her tits were a bit on the large side. They were big, creamy mounds that billowed out from her body, pale and satiny, with light-brown areolas that were round, capped by hard, tingling nipples. Her waist narrowed in dramatically, and there was enough curve to her hips to leave no doubt about her femininity.
As the woman ascended the stairs, heading for her bedroom, her tits bobbed on her chest inside her bra. Sara had always been proud of her tits, and she could only wish that she had a man who would pay them the attention they so hungrily needed.
Before going to her bathroom to wash off her makeup and go to bed, Sara glanced inside her son's bedroom to check on him. A thin beam of light filtered into the bedroom as she glanced through the partially open door.
Her breath caught in her throat. Marc, her adoring son, was lying flat on his back with the blankets kicked off his body, slowing bringing his hand to and fro over a truly massive prick!
Her cunt got hotter, wetter. She felt her bikini panties clinging wetly to her cuntlips. Sara pressed herself against the wall, peering into the bedroom, her tits flattening against the wall with hot tingles coming from her lust-hardened nipples.
Instantly, her mind began making comparisons. Her former husband had had a huge cock, but Marc's prick was even larger. Sara guessed that Marc's huge, throbbing cock would measure a foot long.
No, she decided after a moment, her eyes seemingly glued to the prick in Marc's hand. It wasn't twelve inches long, but it was very close. Very close indeed!
Without really thinking what she was doing, Sara opened the door a little more and stepped inside. Marc, who had been in his own fantasy world as he stroked his fiery prick, suddenly noticed her presence.
"Mom!" he exclaimed, trying to hide his prick. It was impossible to cover up its incredible length with his hands.
"That's all right, son," Sara purred softly, moving closer. She sat on the edge of the bed. "There's nothing wrong with what you're doing. A boy your age has some very . . . strong needs. I understand that."
"But-"
Sara put a finger to his lips to silence him. When he stopped squirming about, she gently took his hands by the wrists and moved them away from his cock. She shivered with delight at the sight of his cock. It was pointed up toward the young man's chest, the cockhead positively huge and rather reddish-hued, the shaft extremely thick, with several blue veins running along the under surface of it.
"Honey, you and I have been alone now for some time," Sara whispered, unable to take her eyes away from his cock. "Ever since your father left us, we've had to fend for ourselves. Now you have needs and I have needs, and there's nothing wrong with us trying to help each other out. After all, we're all we've got."
Sara couldn't wait another second. Her husband had always loved having his cock sucked. And though Sara hadn't been able to give a very good blowjob to begin with, she had soon learned all the special tricks necessary to give a really spine-tingling cocksucking. Before the first year of her marriage was over, Sara could suck on her husband's prick until he was squirming and thrashing on the bed, squirting his hot, sticky white cum all over her face, neck and tits.
"Just be quiet," Sara murmured, shifting around on the bed. She gingerly put her hand around the shaft of his prick; it was so thick she couldn't touch her fingertips to her thumb.
Sara slipped off the bed and knelt on the floor beside it, level with her son's waist. As she leaned over, her mouth now just inches from the pulsating head of Marc's awesome prick, her tits rubbed against the bed, sending tingles throughout her luscious body.
"I know you need this," she whispered.
She inhaled, smelling the slightly musky aroma of hot, young, hard cock. Leaning a little farther forward, Sara lightly kissed the spongy head of her son's prick.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" she purred as the boy sighed with her.
It had been so long since Sara's lips had stretched around a delicious cock, she'd lost her sense of timing. Usually she took her time, kissing and licking a cockhead before sucking the prick into her mouth. But Sara had gone far too long without giving a blowjob for that kind of patience. The instant her lips touched Marc's cockhead, she pushed her face down farther, allowing the prick-tip to force her lips apart.
The rim of his cockhead slipped into Sara's hot, moist mouth. She tightened her lips around the shaft of her son's prick, just behind the cockhead, and began swirling her tongue around. The taste of his cock made pussyjuice flow more freely to her hungry, passion-starved cunt. Squirming on her knees, Sara cuddled Marc's balls with her right hand as she gripped his prickshaft firmly with her left.
Marc threw his hips upward, jamming more of his cock into his mother's mouth. Sara's head shot upward when the massive cockhead slammed against the back of her mouth, nearly jamming down her gullet. She shivered, drawing a more firm suction on the delicious cock, rolling her tongue around and around his cockhead.
"Mmmmmmmmft!" the big-titted mother moaned lustily as she began bobbing her beautiful face up and down over Marc's throbbing cock.
Sara dragged her lips to and fro over his cockhead, allowing the conical head of her son's prick to force her jaws far apart. As she sucked on his prick, her tongue was in constant motion, lavishing his cockhead with slick caresses, licking off the salty drops of pre-cum the moment they slipped out.
Marc put his hand on top of his mother's head, feeling her satiny platinum blonde tresses. He couldn't believe the warmth and moisture that surrounded the head of his cock. It was equally impossible to believe that the beautiful woman who was so greedily giving him a blow-job was actually his own mother.
Sara sucked and stroked his cock, wondering how long he would let her suck on his prick before his cum shot out. Part of her wanted to taste and feel her own son's hot cum immediately, but another part of her wanted to suck on his prick for hours on end.
The feel of his hand on her head, guiding her up and down as her moist, glistening lips rolled over his cockhead and what few inches of his shaft she could fit into her mouth, delighted Sara. Even though he was being a little rough on her, forcing his cock into her mouth until his throbbing prickhead slammed hard against the opening of her throat, nearly making her choke every time, Sara enjoyed the fact that her own son was finding her incredibly erotic. That was obvious from the way he was writhing in ecstasy on the bed.
"Ohhhhhh! You're going to make me cum," Marc whispered, his voice sounding hoarse and strained.
The words broke the spell for Sara. She loved sucking cock, but she also needed her cunt filled with her son's prick. There was the thrill she felt at finally filling her mouth with a hard cock, but Sara also had a clit that needed the attention of a hard cock.
She pulled her mouth away from Marc's prick with a popping sound. Even without his cock in her mouth, Sara could taste his delicious cockflesh on her tongue.
"You've got a beautiful cock, son," she whispered, letting go of his balls, afraid that he was so close to the brink of ecstasy that the soft squeezing of them might just push him over the edge. "But I don't want you to cum just yet. There are other things that need to be done."
When Marc grabbed her head and forced it down to his throbbing prick, it took Sara completely by surprise. He entwined his fingers in her curly blonde tresses, holding her firmly against his prick. Shivering, ecstatic that she was such a turn-on to her son that he couldn't control himself, Sara opened her luscious lips and allowed him to ram his fiery prick deep into her mouth.
Marc's hips jerked up and down, pumping his throbbing cock into his mother's mouth. Sara, grabbing his hairy balls again to fondle him, had her cheek pressed against his stomach as his cock shoved back and forth between her stretching, moist lips.
Sara knew what she had to do. She had to suck her own son off, just like she'd done to her husband.
The blonde's cheeks hollowed in again as she sucked on his hard-driving prick. It occurred to Sara that she was no longer really giving the blowjob. More accurately, she was getting her face fucked by his throbbing cock. The huge, bullet-shaped prick-tip pounding against Sara's tonsils made her eyes water as she knelt at the side of the bed, her tits billowing out from being pressed against the mattress, nearly spilling out of her low-cut V-neckline.
It was difficult to do anything more than lash at his cockhead with her tongue while Marc shoved his prick into her so furiously, but that was enough to satisfy Sara's passionate oral urges. His cock jerked about furiously, the rim of his cockhead sliding back and forth between her luscious lips while she lapped the pre-cum from it whenever she got the chance.
Sara felt his cockhead flexing in her mouth against her tongue, and she knew that her son was going to shoot his cum.
At last! the lusty mother thought gleefully, waiting for the deluge to begin.
She grabbed the thick, pulsating shaft of her son's cock and began stroking on it, keeping her hot, moist lips wrapped firmly around his cockhead. Pounding furiously, Sara felt her tongue being jammed to the bottom of her mouth by the thickness of her son's cockhead. He threw his hips at her exotically beautiful face and came, showering the back of her mouth with cum.
The torrent of cum shot from her son's cockhead and gushed against the back of Sara's throat, choking her with its incredible volume. Sara jerked her head back, keeping her cheek pressed against her son's heaving stomach, and started pounding violently on the throbbing shaft of his prick.
"Awwwwww!" Marc groaned as his balls pumped out long squirts of hot, thick, creamy cum.
Sara closed her eyes and opened her mouth, tasting the salty cum that stuck to her tongue. Waves of white, sticky cum shot from her son's prick as she fisted it furiously. A river of cum jetted from Marc's cockhead, sailing through the air and hitting Sara's cheekbone just beneath her right eye, gushing over her skin and squirting into her platinum blonde, curly hair.
"Yesssss!" Sara hissed, opening her mouth lewdly, her tongue lolling obscenely out of her mouth.
She stroked her son's erupting cock, smelling cum, feeling it gushing through his shaft and raining onto her beautiful face. A hot, thick jet of cum gushed from his cockhead and blasted into her mouth and over her tongue and lips. Another rich, pungent river of salty cum splattered over Sara's eyelid, clinging to her eyelashes.
She fisted his cock, rolling her tongue around her mouth, licking the cum off her lips as more cum shot onto her face, hitting her from the forehead to her chin and sticking to her skin.
When at last the torrent had subsided, Sara sucked his cockhead into her mouth once more and managed to suck a few final drops of cum from the tube of her son's cock. As she nursed on the prick, she could feel the cum sticking to her face. It was just like her former husband used to do, and Sara loved it.
"Mmmmmmm!" Sara moaned, swirling her tongue in circles around the head of her son's prick.
After a couple minutes, Sara finally allowed his cock to slip out of her mouth. She got unsteadily to her feet, now feeling completely sober, and started for the door.
"Go to sleep now, son," Sara whispered, heading for the bathroom to wash the cum and makeup from her face. "I think you'll find it easier to relax now."
CHAPTER TWO
Sara slipped into the teddy she always wore to bed. It was pale blue, with lace around the edges, tying together in front with two little bows. The garment was somewhat see-through, and as she looked at herself in the mirror, she could see her dark areolas, and the blunt dents her nipples made.
Reaching between her legs, she fastened the three snaps at her crotch.
Looking into her own eyes in the mirror, Sara smiled. She had given a blowjob to her own son, and let him cum all over her face! Even though more than an hour had gone by since she had his big, throbbing cock in her mouth, she could still taste his prick on her tongue.
"That's silly," she told herself aloud. "It's just your imagination."
Sara raised her hands, cupping her big tits through the teddy. Her nipples practically ached for attention. The moment her fingers made contact with her nipples, her nipples swelled, sending electricity through her veins. Her clit was a fiery nub of tingling flesh that needed a hard prick rubbing against it as it stretched her cuntlips and drove deep into her pussy.
When the door to her bathroom burst open, Sara released her tits and wheeled around, facing the intruder. It was, of course, Marc. He was the only other person in the house.
Sara's eyes raked up and down his magnificent body. He was six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a wide, hairless chest. And his cock was standing straight out from his body, hard and proud, his cockhead looking even larger than before.
"I still can't sleep," the teenager whispered.
Sara wasn't exactly certain how it happened.
She was standing in her bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. And then Marc walked in with a massive hard-on. The next thing she knew she had her arms around his neck and was pressing her mouth to his. She parted her lips and Marc's tongue forced into her mouth. Sara sucked on it greedily, pressing her body tight against his, feeling his cock getting trapped between them, rubbing against her stomach. Sara could feel the incredible heat of Marc's cock, even through her teddy.
After a moment, Sara pushed her tongue deep into her son's mouth, tasting his juices, writhing in ecstasy at finally being held by a tall, muscular man. What made it especially thrilling was knowing that the young man was her own son.
Before, when Sara had first taken Marc's prick into her mouth, she had been drunk. But she was stone cold sober now. She couldn't deny what she was doing, couldn't say that it was the alcohol that was making her behave the way she was.
"Oh, God!" Sara gasped when the kiss finally ended.
Marc pushed her backward, turning her at the same time so that the edge of the bathroom countertop was against her asscheeks. His hands were at the small of her back. One slipped around and pushed upward, finally squeezing Sara's tit.
"Yesssss! Feel my tits!" Sara crooned lustily, giving herself over completely to the needs of her body.
Marc's lips were at the silky flesh of her neck, nipping lightly, sending shivers up and down the blonde's spine. Sara raked her long, red-painted fingernails over Marc's broad, naked shoulders, shivering as he almost brutally squeezed her tits, working over one then the other.
"I've got to fuck you," Marc hissed as he nibbled on her earlobe.
Sara spread her legs a little wider, putting her feet behind her son's surrounding his lean thighs with her own. She reached down to the crotch of her teddy and tugged at it, unsnapping the garment, exposing the pink, glistening, moist lips of her cunt. With her other hand, she grabbed the shaft of his turgid, throbbing prick.
"Fuck me, son!"
Sara couldn't believe the sudden forcefulness of Marc. He grabbed her teddy at the neckline and ripped it apart, shredding the lacy material, exposing her twin mounds of succulent tit flesh which jiggled tautly from her chest. Once her tits were exposed, he lunged at her. His cockhead hit the upper portion of her cunt, rubbing against the tight curls of her cunthair as it pushed up to her lower stomach. He reared back and lunged again. This time, his massive cockhead pounded at the opening of Sara's pussy, forcing her pussylips apart as the incredible eleven solid inches of cock rammed into her.
"Awwww!" Sara gasped, her body shaking.
She hadn't gotten fucked in six months, so it was uncomfortable at first to take her son's big prick into her cunt, especially since it was so large. But soon, with her pussyjuice coating his shaft and cockhead, all she felt was the most mind-boggling pleasure she'd ever know in her entire life.
"Fuck meeeee!" Sara hissed as she was slammed back against the edge of the countertop.
His throbbing cock rolled back and forth between her hot, tingling cuntlips, driving deep into her pussy. Sara shivered as she felt the veined shaft of her son's prick rubbing against her tingling clit. Each time he shoved his cock into her cunt, more pussyjuice oozed into her cunt, lubricating Marc's fiery prick.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Marc groaned as he pumped his big, bone-hard prick to the hilt in his mother's seething cunt. He jammed his cock into her cunt until his hairy balls slapped into the crevice of her asscheeks.
Sara's muscles felt like they were turning to rubber. She rolled her head back on her shoulders, feeling her son's cockhead pushing deeper into her cunt than anything before it. Her lacy teddy was wrapped around her stomach with one tattered piece of fabric still hanging from her left shoulder, ruined and useless.
It had been so long since she had fucked that her own climax caught Sara by surprise. She felt all the muscles in her cunt and stomach tighten up into a fierce knot, and then relax. And when they did relax, her girl-cum gushed from her pussy, making her son's balls wet with her pussyjuice.
"Yessssss!" she squealed in ecstasy.
Sara felt like a rag doll as her son faced her, furiously reaming out her cunt, jamming his cock full-length into her pussy. Each time he plowed all of his prick into her cunt, she was slammed backward and the edge of the bathroom's countertop bit into the tender flesh of her asscheeks. His mauling hands roamed over her tits, squeezing the firm tit mounds, pinching the nipples and making her shiver with delight.
She scratched his shoulders with her fingernails, leaving long, red marks on the boy's flesh. Just beneath the surface of his tanned skin, Sara could feel his powerful muscles rippling, like waves over water. His hips rubbed against the insides of her thighs as he fucked her juicy cunt, and if the countertop hadn't been behind her, her legs would never have had the strength necessary to hold her up.
"Marc! Oh, Marc!" Sara purred lovingly. She pulled his face down to her own and kissed him lustily, passing her tongue over his lips, then thrusting it boldly into his mouth.
As he fucked his mother, Marc could feel her hot cunt muscles squeezing his prick. He shoved all of his cock into her cunt, his balls slapping against her asshole. Even though he had just cum recently, Marc could tell that he would give Sara another incredible load of cum. She was so erotic he couldn't believe it.
"Don't . . . don't cum inside me," Sara whispered softly when the kiss finally ended. "I want to watch you cum, okay?"
Marc nodded his head and Sara closed her eyes, concentrating only on the sensations going through her body. His prick was like a flag pole jamming into her cunt, and though his cock was thicker and longer than his father's (and he was the only other person to fuck Sara), she found that she could take the entire length of his cock easily into her seething pussy.
Dropping her arms down from his shoulders, Sara leaned back so that her own shoulders were against the large mirror. She raised one knee, putting it up so that it nearly touched her son's armpit. She could hear the sound of his throbbing cock reaming out her cunt, and the sound delighted her. As he fucked her, plowing his cock full-length into her cunt, the blonde's big, firm, hard-nippled tits jiggled from her chest, spreading out slightly toward the sides of her body.
Every nerve ending in her body seemed completely electrified, every nerve ending vibrantly alive, sending warm waves of ecstasy through her. Sara rocked under the impact of her son's hips against her, his prick plowing through her cuntlips, driving deep into her pussy. As he fucked her, he grabbed onto her knee that was pointed upward, using his other hand on her opposite thigh to push it apart, spreading her legs even farther apart.
"Fuck meeeeeeee!" the blonde hissed as yet another orgasm ripped through her. Pussyjuice gushed from her cock-filled cunt, trickling down to moisten her tight, virgin asshole.
With a deep, animalistic growl, Marc shoved his prick into Sara's hotly massaging cunt, then pulled it out completely. His massive, eleven-inch prick leaped into his hand as though it had a mind of his own. He grabbed it and started pounding.
"Cum on meeeeeeee!" Sara panted.
She was resting back on her elbows, her chin pushed into her chest because of the mirror behind her. Staring at the head of her son's prick, Sara watched in fascination as the hot, white, creamy jets of cum shot from his cockhead. Thick rivers of cum detonated from his balls, gushing through the air, raining down on the big-titted woman. Cum splashed all the way up to her tits, nearly touching her chin.
The bulk of the cum shot onto Sara's stomach, and when Marc pulled back a little and squirted several spurts into her curly, triangular patch of cunt hair, Sara nearly came again.
When he was finished dimming, Marc shoved his prick back into his mother's cunt. He put his hands on her stomach and started rubbing his own cum into the flesh of her stomach and tits, rolling her throbbing nipples between his forefingers and thumbs.
"Goddamn, you're a hot one!" Marc whispered.
Sara, her eyes closed, cooed softly, delighting in the way his hands felt as they gently worked over her tits, massaging the thick blobs of cum into her skin.
"Marc, I never before dreamed that I would be fucking you, but I've got to tell you this: You're the hottest stud my daydreams could imagine. Honest. That's the truth. I was drunk when I got home, and I couldn't help myself when I saw your hard-on. But now . . . this is different. I'm sober, and I know how good it feels to fuck you."
CHAPTER THREE
"I ... I just don't know what I'm going to do," Kaye whispered softly, sitting at her kitchen table with her best friend, Sara. "I keep thinking about sex all the time, but there's nobody around that I want to . . ."
"Fuck?"
Kaye gave Sara a cross look, indicating she didn't like such lewd language. Of course, Sara was fully aware that her beautiful friend, who was so sexually frustrated it was almost pathetic, didn't like to hear swearing. That was probably why Sara, whenever possible, made a point of swearing profusely.
Sara looked at her friend, and smiled coyly. Kaye really was a beautiful woman, with lustrous auburn hair that flowed around her shoulders in billowing waves, chiseled features with high, prominent cheekbones, and the biggest tits that Sara had ever laid her eyes on. Kay's tits were huge, milky melons of flesh that swelled out from her chest and drew envious looks from women and lusty looks from men. But unlike so many women with positively huge tits, Kaye didn't have any extra weight on her. Her stomach was flat, and there wasn't anything extra around her hips.
"Look, there are a lot of men out there who would absolutely love to fuck you," Sara said, lighting a filtered cigarette and inhaling the smoke slowly. "Why don't you just pick one of them out. Every time we go to the bar together, the men are falling all over themselves buying you drinks and asking you to dance. Do you really think they wouldn't love to fuck you?"
Kaye shook her head slowly, her eyes unfocused, her mind miles away. She nibbled on her finger and Sara found herself wondering if Kaye gave a good blowjob.
"I'll have to think about it," Kaye murmured, as though she spoke the words to herself.
"I'll volunteer the services of my son, if that's any help."
"What?" exclaimed Kaye.
"You heard me. Why not? Then it wouldn't be like you'd be fucking a complete stranger. Besides, it would probably do both of you a world of good."
"I can't believe you would be suggesting that I would actually sleep with your son."
"Why not? I've thought about what it would be like to fuck one of your sons." Sara leaned closer, her light-brown eyes twinkling mischievously. "As a matter of fact, I've wondered what it would be like to fuck them both at the same time. That wouldn't be so bad, would it? Hey, have you ever thought what it would be like to fuck your own sons. They'd probably throw you the fuck of your life!"
"Sara, I'm not going to listen to any more of this! I'm not, I tell you! I'm just not going to listen to any more of this nonsense!"
* * *
Talking about fucking Paul and Phil, Kaye's sons, had turned Sara on more than she had intended. As she crossed the lawn, heading for her own house, she hoped that Marc was still home. She needed to fuck him, to feel his throbbing prick stabbing deep into her hot, tight pussy. There was something utterly fantastic about the way the teenager shoved all of his incredible prick into her cunt that really made Sara so wild.
Sara found Marc in his bedroom, and when she took one look at him, she practically attacked him. Grabbing him by the shirt front, she pushed him backward onto his bed, then leaped on him. She writhed in bliss on his body, pressing her tits against his chest as she kissed him hungrily, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. His hands were at her asscheeks, squeezing the firm mounds through her tight-fitting jeans, forcing her cunt to rub against his throbbing hard-on.
"Fuck me, Marc!" the big-titted woman panted breathlessly. "I can't help myself when I see you! I've got to fuck you.'.' Marc did not have to be asked a second time.
He stripped his mother of her clothes within seconds, then took off his own clothes. Rolling her onto her back on the bed, he thrust his face between her slender thighs and shoved his tongue deep into her hot cunt, tasting his own mother's sweet, hot pussyjuice.
"Awwwwww!" Sara gasped, feeling her son's tongue delving deep into her cunt, pushing her pussy lips apart.
It shocked Sara so intensely, she almost came the first second her son's tongue pushed into her cunt. She squirmed on the bed as he pushed his tongue back and forth between her cuntlips, literally fucking her with his tongue.
"Yesssss! Oh, Marc! Lick my cunt! You make me so hot when you lick my cunt!"
Marc pushed his tongue into his mother's cunt, then dragged it upward until he reached her tiny, throbbing clit. He then whipped Sara's clit with the tip of his tongue until she was thrashing about on the bed, driven to the edge of ecstasy. Then, just when he sensed that Sara was about to cum, he stopped licking her delicious pussy.
"Nooo! Don't stop now!" she wailed, helpless against the onslaught of lusty emotions that were going through her.
"I'm going to fuck you now," Marc said, his voice sounding confident. "Spread your legs, Mom! I'm going to give you the ride of your life!"
Sara was angry with her son for not driving her to an orgasm with his tongue, but the thought of taking his monstrous prick into her cunt was enough to keep her quiet. She did exactly as she had been instructed to, spreading her legs wide, placing her feet on the bed with her knees up to form a valley. With the fingers of her right hand, she spread her cuntlips, exposing the pink inner portion of her hot, juicy pussy.
Marc moved over her, keeping his upper body off her as he guided his cockhead to the opening of her cunt. He gently rubbed his prick-tip over her clit, chuckling softly as his mother squirmed in ecstasy beneath him.
"Shove it in, Marc! Don't tease me like this! Please, I need to feel you fucking me! Please don't tease me-" His huge prick lanced into her seething cunt, driving full-length into her on the very first lunge. Sara felt like she was being impaled by her son's magnificent, rigid prick. She groaned, the breath being knocked from her as his gigantic cock forced her cuntlips apart, wedging apart the inner, slick walls of her pussy.
"Ohhhh! You've got a tight pussy, Mom," Marc said, his eyes glowing with the lust that raced through him. "A damn tight pussy. I like that."
"You're too confident for your own good," Sara said as soon as her raging emotions had settled down some. "But that's okay, I suppose. I like my studs to be confident in their cocksmanship."
Sara would like to have said more, but Marc started drilling her with long, hard strokes of his prick, and the way he was fucking her simply made it impossible for her to speak. She raised her feet, pointing her toes toward the ceiling as Marc heaved and thrashed above her, crushing her tits with his chest, plowing his prick full-length into her hot, massaging pussy.
"Ohhhhhhh! Fuck me hard, Marc! Give me your cock hard and fast!" Sara urged, scratching his shoulders with her long, manicured fingernails as he plowed his cock into her cunt until his cum-laden balls slapped against her asscheeks.
Sara rocked through one climax, her pussyjuice pumping out of her cunt in a torrent, then through a second one. All sense of time and place were blotted out as she shivered with raw, animalistic ecstasy, her body seething as she jetted out her pussyjuice.
"Ohhhhhh! Don't stop fucking me, Marc!" Sara hissed as she got some semblance of control over her emotions again. "Just fuck me any way you like."
A wicked look spread across her son's face, and a second later he hooked his arms under her knees and raised them, then pushed them toward her head, forcing her to bend over. Her ass raised up off the bed and Marc withdrew his prick from her tight, juicy cunt.
Sara liked to move around as she fucked, so she wasn't particularly happy about her son bending her so much that her knees were actually on the outsides of her tits. But then she felt the thick, rubbery head of her son's prick rubbing against her ass, and Sara knew what Marc had in mind.
"Easy," Sara whispered, her mind reeling with the thought of taking his colossal prick into her ass. She had gotten her ass reamed out before by her husband, but it had never been an easy experience then, and Marc's cock was even longer than his father's. "You've got to go easy if you're going to fuck me there!"
Marc, holding onto the shaft of his cock, rubbed the head of his prick against his mother's cuntlips once more to get it wet with her pussyjuice, then guided it down to her tight asshole. He put the prick-tip firmly between her asscheeks, then let go of his cock, wrapping his arms from the underside around her thighs to keep her hips high in the air.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass," he said, his tone almost challenging. "That's what I'm going to do right fuckin' now, Mom!"
"Then do it, damn you! Don't talk about it! Just fuck my ass!"
The two thrashed about on the bed, trying to get into an appropriate position. Sara was finally resting with her weight on her shoulders and the back of her head, her feet up in the air, her legs spread wide, the backs of her knees in the crook of her son's elbows.
His cockhead pushed into her ass, and it shocked Sara that she didn't feel the slightest amount of pain. Even though his prick was huge, her asscheeks spread and her ass opened up for him easily. She dismissed this mysterious event as something that only Marc could do. He had gotten her so turned-on that her body would hungrily accept his cock anywhere.
"Awwwww!" Sara groaned, feeling the cock pushing deeper and deeper into her ass, filling her up completely.
Marc straightened up, lifting his mother up more, so that his prick pushed deeper into her ass, almost plowing all eleven inches of his cock into her. He too, was groaning with pleasure. Pumping his hips, he worked more of his cock into her ass with each lunge until at last his hips slapped lightly against Sara's quivering, warm asscheeks.
"Fuck my ass, Marc," Sara whispered, reaching between her spread thighs to finger her seething cunt.
The incredible sensation of finger-fucking her own juicy cunt while her son shoved his awesome, ass-spreading prick into her at the same time was more than Sara could take. Even though he had fucked her cunt until she came twice, she came again, writhing at the end of her son's prick as he churned his hips, driving his prick to the hilt into her ass.
"Yessssssss!" Sara wailed helplessly, impaled on his fiery, bone-hard prick as it jerked to and fro between her asscheeks.
Marc was huffing and grunting, pistoning his hips furiously, driving his cock into his blonde mother's tight ass, fucking her with machinelike energy. He skewered her body with his prick, pulling her toward him as he shoved his cock at her asshole. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, hot, feverish skin smacking against skin.
Sara dropped her-arms down on the bed, letting them flop about over her head. Marc was holding her legs in such a fashion that only her shoulders and head were still on the bed as his throbbing prick jabbed relentlessly into her ass. Her beautiful face was a mask of ecstasy as she felt her asscheeks being forced farther and farther apart as her son's prick continued to grow larger.
"Ieeeaahhhh!" Marc howled; He jerked his prick out of Sara's ass, howling with pleasure. His hips worked like a jackhammer, pistoning back and forth, rubbing his cock over the puffy, slick petals of Sara's cunt.
"Yesssss!" Sara hissed, watching his huge prick sliding over her cunt, pointing straight down at her face.
A massive eruption of cum exploded from Marc's balls. The cum jetted through the air, hitting the bed just above Sara's head. She groaned her disapproval, wanting to feel the cum on her feverish body. The second mighty eruption satisfied her desires as the cum gushed down at her, hitting her on the cheek and spewing down toward her ear. "Cum on meeeeeee!"
Marc, keeping a firm hold on her legs, watched as his cum splattered her face and tits. Hot, sticky white drops of cum were clinging to Sara's cheeks and lips. More cum was dotting her big, jiggling tits. A spurt of cum landed in her gaping mouth, and Sara crooned softly as she swirled the cum around with her tongue, savoring its delicious flavor.
When he finished cumming, Marc pushed himself forward, guiding his prick down to his mother's mouth. Sara was bent over in half, her toes touching the bed above her head, her arms outstretched. She sucked on her son's cock as he fucked her mouth, flicking her tongue against his pisshole to lick off what few drops of cum trickled out.
When Marc rolled off Sara, she began rubbing the cum into her tingling tits, paying special attention to her burning nipples.
"Goddamn it, Marc, you're one hell of a stud," she whispered, not looking at him as he lay beside her on the bed. "My ass feels like it's on fire."
Sara rolled onto her side, then kicked her feet over the edge of the bed, sitting upright, her back to her son.
"There's a favor I have to ask of you," she said, her tone very soft and serious. "It involves Kaye."
"What about Kaye?"
"I want you to fuck her."
"What?" he exclaimed.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sarah was angry. She had sent Marc over to seduce Kaye, knowing how desperately her big-titted friend needed to have a huge prick shoved into her cunt. But instead of responding to Marc, Kaye pushed him away, ran into her bathroom, locked the door and cried.
It infuriated Sara. If she was willing to give her son to Kaye, the least her friend could do was appreciate it.
Drastic measures were necessary. Sara was convinced of it. She had to do something that would break Kaye out of her shell. If not, she was certain Kaye would withdraw from herself and fall deeper and deeper into the depression that was becoming more noticeable all the time.
"What do you think we should do?" Sara asked Marc as they sat on the living room couch together, pondering the fate of their neighbor.
"I don't know. I didn't come on real strong, but I came on straightforward enough for her to know that I wanted to fuck her. I'm sorry, Mom."
"It's not your fault, Marc," Sara said, dropping her hand on his thigh. "Any woman in her right mind would want to fuck you. Hell, I sure love fucking you and I'm your own mother! Maybe that's what makes fucking you so much fun, because you are my son. Hmmmmmm?"
Marc slipped over on the couch, putting his arm around Sara's shoulders. "I know what you're thinking, but Kaye isn't going to fuck Phil or Paul. She just won't."
He pushed his hand down until it cupped Sara's left tit, Marc's fingers deftly manipulated her nipple until it was erect, poking out, making a sharp dent in her bra and blouse. Sara shivered a little with excitement.
"You're right. She won't fuck her own sons intentionally, but what would happen if she didn't know they were her sons?"
Marc's eyes brightened. He said, "I think I'm catching your drift."
* * *
Sara had selected her clothes carefully, for effect. Downstairs, Marc was with Phil and Paul. The story was that Sara and Kaye were going out for the evening, and Paul, Phil and Marc were to entertain themselves while their mothers were gone.
She looked at herself in the mirror, pleased with what she saw. Her makeup was already done, blue eye shadow highlighting her eyes, the red lipstick making her mouth look hungry for a cock. Her blonde hair was done up in a rather formal fashion, showing off the twinkling diamond stud earrings that had been a gift years earlier from her husband.
Sara was aware of the startling effect contrasts could have. That was why she had chosen to wear a lacy black bra with matching black bikini panties, along with a black garter belt and black silk stockings. She turned her back to the mirror, making sure the seams up the backs of her stockings were straight.
To finish off, she stepped into a pair of high-heeled shoes and buckled them at her ankles.
Around her neck, a large turquoise stone dangled from a gold chain, the stone hanging between her big tits just above the clasp that held her low-cut bra cups together.
She stepped out of her bedroom and moved to the head of the stairs, listening for a moment. She could hear the boys talking excitedly, planning what they would do that evening.
"Marc, can you go to the store and pick up some cigarettes for me?" Sara called down the stairs. "Please?"
She heard Marc say "Sure thing, Mom" and then the sound of the front door opening and closing.
Sara went down the stairs and into the living room. When she saw Paul and Phil, she did her best acting job, pretending that it was a surprise that she found them there. The way their eyes widened when they saw her told Sara that everything was working out exactly as she had planned.
"Oh, boys! I didn't know you were here," Sara said, leaving her hands at her sides, making no attempt to cover herself. "Oh, well. Now that you've seen me I guess it doesn't make any difference if you see me a bit longer."
Both boys nodded, though neither was able to speak.
Sara straightened out a few things in the living room, swishing her panty-clad ass in a nonchalant manner and doing different things to tease and taunt the teenagers. At last she turned to them and bent over at the waist, giving them a mouthwatering, cock-hardening display of her mounding cleavage.
When she looked up, both Paul and Phil had huge lumps in their pants. Sara felt her cunt get wet with anticipation. She could tell that both of her friend's sons had huge cocks. Perhaps not as large as Marc's monstrous eleven-inch prick, but big nevertheless.
Paul and Phil were sitting on the couch. Sara, without warning, sat down between them. They were crowded, with Sara's hips touching both of them. She raised her hands and extended them, slipping her arms around their shoulders, gently pulling their heads toward her tits.
"Take me, boys," she murmured. "I've watched you grow up, and now I want to see how big you've gotten."
That was all Sara had to say. Paul grabbed her tit and squeezed it firmly while Phil pushed his hand between her thighs and rubbed her cuntlips through her panties. Sara took turns kissing the boys, tasting the juice of their mouths, completely availing her curvaceous, magnificent body to their hands.
Paul slipped off the couch and grabbed Sara's panties. She raised her ass briefly and felt her panties being tugged down her legs, then off completely. She spread her silk-encased thighs to her friend's son, hoping he wanted to fuck his tongue into her sweet, hot pussy.
As Paul rubbed his thumb over Sara's cuntlips, Phil unclasped Sara's bra and pulled the cups away from her golden, hard-nippled tits. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, nibbling on it gently with his teeth as he massaged the other with his hand. Sara rolled her head from side to side on the back of the couch, giving her senses free rein.
Sara pushed her fingers through Phil's hair, forcing his face to press deeper into her tit. His tongue lashed across her nipple, sending a warm glow through her limbs. She quivered on the couch, spreading her knees as wide as she possibly could, feeling Paul's finger pushing bet- ween her cuntlips.
"Yesssss! Take me, boys! I want you to take me," the stunning blonde whispered, her eyes closed, reeling in the wild sensations that were going through her.
Paul's hands ran up and down over his neighbor's thighs. He rubbed her flesh through her stockings, enjoying the cool, smooth feel of the silk against his fingertips. Putting his face between her thighs, he inhaled and caught the aroma of Sara's cunt. His mouth watered and it almost surprised him when his tongue was pushing into her pussy, driving into her cunt until his nose rubbed against her lust-hardened clit.
"Mmmmmmm!" Paul moaned, licking the woman's cuntlips, sucking one then the other into his mouth before fucking his tongue into her cunt again.
Sara felt her clit getting sucked between lips and she crooned softly. Having her clit sucked on made her want something hard and fleshy to suck. She twisted sideways on the couch, one arm around Phil's shoulders, and grabbed from his crotch. She found his prick throbbing inside his pants, and gave it a firm squeeze. He practically leaped off the couch in his haste, ripping open his pants to produce a big, extremely thick, cock.
"Let me suck you," Sara said.
Phil straddled Sara's body, his shoes on the cushions of the couch as he stood up. He laced his fingers together behind her head, throwing his hips forward to drive his prick at her mouth.
His huge cockhead smacked against Sara's brightly painted lips. She opened her mouth and his cockhead entered the hot, moist confines. Sucking immediately on the invading prick, she frisked her tongue against his cockhead while her cheeks sank inward, conforming to his cock's uneven surface.
"Mmmmmm!" Sara moaned lustily as the boy fucked her mouth, churning his hips to drive more of his fiery prick between her lips.
The teenagers were inexperienced, but not entirely unmindful of how exhilarating a voluptuous woman's body could be. As Phil fucked his prick into Sara's mouth, Paul fucked his tongue between her cuntlips, licking up her tasty pussyjuice.
While he tongued her clit, Paul got the tip of his fingertip between the blonde's cuntlips, then pushed it into her pussy. She shivered, and Paul knew that he was doing things to her that she enjoyed. His hand beat back and forth between her legs, his finger stabbing into her cunt while his tongue whipped her clit into a frenzy.
Inside his pants, Paul's prick was pulsating furiously, trapped inside the tight-fitting jeans and his underwear. Continuing to fuck his finger and tongue into Sara's hot, juicy cunt, he used his free hand to open his jeans and free his lusty cock. Looking up, all he could see was Sara's tits just inside his brother's spread thighs. The sound of the beautiful woman sucking cock drifted to Paul's ears, and he wished that he could see her stunning face sliding back and forth over his brother's bone-hard prick.
"Suck it, Sara," Phil whispered, watching her red lips squeezing the broad shaft of his cock. He shoved his prick into her mouth until the cockhead was pushing against her tonsils, then he pulled back so that she could use her slithering pink tongue against his fiery cockhead.
Sara had never known anything quite like this in her life. Never before had she taken on two men and once, and the added stimulation of knowing that she had to work two sets of balls into a frenzy instead of just one made her twice as happy.
"Mffft!" she slurped, squeezing her ruby red lips tightly around the shaft of Phil's prick. He had shoved his cock into her mouth until his prick-tip was nearly jamming down her throat, and Sara was afraid for a moment that he would choke her with the blunt length of his cock. When he pulled back, she lashed at the underside of his cockhead and pisshole with her tongue tip, licking off a salty drop of pre-cum.
"I can't believe I'm fucking your mouth," Phil said through clenched teeth as he pumped his hips, shivering as the rim of his cockhead slipped in and out of Sara's mouth. Her tongue was curling around the throbbing shaft of his prick, and Phil could already feel the cum simmering in his balls. He intended on showering her mouth with his cum, and he suspected that Sara was the type of woman who would drink it down.
Paul pulled his tongue out of Sara's cunt, taking his finger out of her pussy at the same time. He raised himself onto his knees, sliding between her thighs, holding his prick in his right hand. He watched his brother's asscheeks undulating for a second, then placed his cockhead firmly against Sara's hot, slick cuntlips.
"I'm going to fuck you," Paul said, wondering if Sara would mind taking his prick into her cunt instead of just his tongue. When she didn't say anything (it never occurred to him that she couldn't say anything because her mouth was filled with Phil's prick) he threw his hips forward, sinking all nine inches of his throbbing, red-hot cock into her juicy cunt.
The invasion of cockmeat into her cunt almost took Sara's breath away. The boy's hard, turgid prick lanced into her cunt, spreading her pussy lips wide apart. She felt his prick throbbing deep inside her pussy. His cockhead was extremely large, and the shaft was as thick as her own wrist.
Her skin felt like it was electrified as Sara shivered on the couch, her mouth getting fucked by Phil's prick, her cunt being invaded again and again by Paul's. She realized that although the boys didn't have the length of cock that her own son had, their cocks were thicker, and that definitely made up for any shortness. Both Paul and Phil were hot young studs who, by any standards, could be considered extremely well hung.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Sara almost choked when Phil's cockhead smashed against the back of her mouth. But he quickly pulled back and she regained her composure.
Sara could feel Paul's prick wedging her cuntlips apart, the broad upper surface of his cock rubbing against her clit as he fucked her. She tightened her cunt muscles around his invading prick, feeling the ridge of his cockhead slipping out between her cuntlips, then driving far into her cunt once more.
"Suck it! Suck it! Suck my cock!" Phil groaned, keeping his fingers entwined behind the blonde's head as he worked his hips around, shoving his hot prick into Sara's wantonly sucking mouth.
Sara's big, creamy tits shook from her chest, spread out slightly, as she sucked and fucked. Her hips were on the edge of the couch, her thighs spread wide for Paul's torso as he pumped his bone-hard cock to the hilt in her cunt.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" Sara moaned again, nibbling hungrily with her red, ovaled lips on the boy's throbbing prick.
Sara turned her head a little to one side, giving herself a brief moment to breathe more easily, and Phil's cock pushed against the inside of her cheek, swelling the side of her face out. She waited until he pulled back, then turned her face directly toward him again, tilting her head back at the same time. His rubbery cockhead scraped against the roof of her mouth. Sara's light- brown eyes were glistening with lust as she looked up into Phil's face, her red lips ovaled around his throbbing cock.
"I'm going to cum in your mouth," Phil whispered, then gushed out his wad of cum against the roof of Sara's mouth.
The hot, sticky white cum splattered Sara's mouth. She swallowed furiously to keep from drowning on the torrent of cum that spewed from the teenager's big balls. His prick seesawed back and forth, his cockhead slipping between her lips while her tongue worked hungrily on the clef ted underside of his cockhead. Cum squirted over Sara's slithering tongue and she swallowed each eruption passionately, trying very hard not to miss a single drop of the precious cum.
Between the beautiful blonde's stocking-encased thighs Paul was pumping his hips harder and faster than ever before. He jammed his prick to the root into her cunt, using his thumb against her clit while he fucked her. Each time he buried his cock in the blonde's pussy, his balls slapped against her asscheeks. The feeling of her black stockings against his hips as he fucked her was a smooth caress.
"Yeeaahhhhhh!" Paul plowed his prick full- length into Sara's cunt. He threw his head back on his shoulders and hissed, "I'm cumming!"
Each hot eruption of cum was felt by Sara. Paul's superheated cum splashed against the slick walls of her pussy, warming her up from the inside. She was still sucking on Phil's prick, her arms around his hips to hold him close, as Paul flooded her tight cunt with his cum.
"Mmmmmmm!" Sara moaned soulfully, squeezing the undulating, throbbing shaft of the teenager's prick with her cunt muscles as he continued to fuck her, allowing her pussy to milk every last drop of cum from his balls.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Marc stepped into the living room, Sara was just putting her panties back on. Paul and Phil were sitting on the couch, their pants still down at their ankles, their limp cocks laying against their muscular thighs. They both had the look in their eyes that spoke silently of wild, sexy things.
"It was good, huh?"
"The best!" Sara said quickly, answering her son. "Your friends really know how to work a girl over."
She glanced over at the two brothers. Each boy had a look of stunned curiosity on his face. It was slowly becoming clear to them that Sara and Marc had set them up for the wild encounter, but they weren't sure whether or not Sara and Marc were fucking each other.
"You boys were wonderful," Sara said quietly. She kissed them both on the mouth lightly, allowing the tip of her tongue to play gently over their lips. "Now I really must redo my makeup and get ready for my date with your mother. If she sees me like this she'll know in an instant what we've done."
"Wait a second, Mom," Marc said, tugging down his zipper, a sly smile curling up his mouth. "You can't forget about your son, can you?"
Sara groaned softly, not in the least bit disappointed with Marc. "But I've got to get ready."
"Please, just a quick blowjob. You don't want me to feel left out of the action, do you?"
Sara's smile widened at that. Marc was playing her like a musician plays his instrument. He tugged his prick through the fly of his trousers, standing sideways to his friends so that they could watch her sucking his cock. That, Sara suspected, was what was really turning Marc on. He wanted Paul and Phil to watch him getting his prick sucked by his own mother.
"If you insist," Sara finally said, her mouth watering as she looked at the long, slumbering length of her son's magnificent prick.
Sara dropped quietly to her knees on the living room carpet, curling the fingers of her right hand around the shaft of Marc's cock. She glanced sideways and saw that Paul and Phil had each hitched up his pants. But they were staring at her with avid interest.
She kissed the rubbery head of her son's cock, then slipped her pink tongue far out between her lips. Lewdly, keeping herself kneeling at such an angle to the boys on the couch that they could see everything she was doing, Sara began tonguing the cockhead of her son's prick.
The hot-blooded blonde worked slowly, even though she was on something of a time schedule. She lapped at his cockhead, not missing a single spot on it, until it was glistening with her saliva. As she tongued his cockhead, her right hand worked smoothly on his cockshaft. She used her left hand on Marc's big heavy balls, rubbing them through his jeans.
By the time Sara had finished licking Marc's cockhead, his prick was standing straight out from his body, strong and proud, throbbing lustily. Sara leaned back, sitting on the backs of her high-heeled shoes, to inspect her work. The sight of her son's cock hard made her pussy get even wetter than it already was.
"You've really got a beautiful cock," she purred. "It's long and straight and absolutely, positively beautiful. But you know that, of course. I've told you that so many times already."
Sara was aware that she was saying the words as much for the benefit of her audience as she was for Marc, and that didn't bother her. She discovered that it was a turn-on to have two hot-blooded boys watching her as she gave her own son a blowjob.
"Take your pants down," Sara said, rubbing Marc's balls firmly. "I want to suck on your balls. You know how much I love to suck your balls."
While her son unfastened his pants and pushed them down to his knees, Sara looked, over at Paul and Phil. Their eyes were wide with shock. They knew from experience that she was a lusty woman, but never in their wildest dreams did they think she was like this. It pleased Sara to know that she could surprise them so much.
She placed her hands on Marc's body, his prick between her thumbs. Kissing the tip of his cockhead, Sara licked the underside of his prick briefly before pushing her face forward, allowing his cockhead to force her lips apart.
"Mmmmmmm!" she purred when her lips had slipped over the ridge of Marc's cockhead. She tongued the clefted underside, sucking firmly on the prick, twisting her face around in a rotating motion to feel the flesh rubbing against the inside of her cheeks and against the roof of her mouth.
Marc put his hands on his hips, affecting an air of total nonchalance as he watched his beautiful mother's face gliding to and fro over his eleven-inch prick. She couldn't take half of its immense length into her mouth, but that didn't bother him. The part of his throbbing prick that did slip into the hot, liquid-filled confines of her mouth felt absolutely magnificent, and even though she couldn't work over the base portion of his prick with her hot lips, he could feel the cum sizzling in his balls, getting ready to spew out.
"I love your cock," Sara said in a slightly exaggerated fashion, releasing his prick from her mouth briefly before she gulped his cockhead back between her lips.
She sucked with increasing speed and energy, her tits shaking from her chest, nearly spilling out of the cups of the black lace bra. Occasionally Sara chewed down his shaft of rigid cock-meat, sucking her son's cock into her mouth until his cockhead was pressing firmly against the back of her mouth. With her face completely filled with his cock, she writhed in bliss, squirming on the floor, putting on a production for the two boys on the couch to see and enjoy.
She took Marc's cock out of her mouth once more. This time, Sara raised his prick and chewed down the side of it, allowing the cock to push against her cheek, then forehead, as she made her way slowly toward his hanging, hairy balls.
"I love these," she purred, cupping his balls in her palm.
Sara pushed her son's balls into her mouth, sucking on them one at a time. Marc's balls were too large for her to comfortably fit both of them into her mouth at the same time.
While she basted the boy's balls with saliva, Sara slipped a hand between her parted thighs and rubbed her cuntlips through her panties. Her clit was still tingling from the way that Paul had fucked her, throwing his big, thick cock into her pussy until she was rocking on the couch. She crooned softly, her face buried between Marc's quivering thighs, sucking noisily so that Paul and Phil could hear as well as see what she was doing.
"That's it, Mom! Suck my balls!"
When she was satisfied that she'd worked her son into a frenzy, Sara took her time nibbling back up his fiery shaft, working her way toward his mushroom-shaped cockhead. Once again, she glanced over to Paul and Phil, and this time she saw that each had taken his cock out and was stroking it.
Her nipples protruded through her low-cut lace bra, standing out like beacons of her fiery passion as Sara nibbled on her son's thick, meaty cock. She allowed his huge cockhead to push her lips apart as she sucked the prick into her mouth, scraping her tongue against the pulsing underside of his cock.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned, chewing tenderly with her red lips on the shaft while the cockhead nudged against the entrance to her throat.
Sara's beautiful eyes glazed over with lust as she salivated freely around her son's prick. It throbbed against her tongue, pulsing hotly, wedging her tongue to the bottom of her mouth as she drew her lips back and forth over his cockhead. As she sucked hungrily on his cock, pussyjuice moistened the lips of her cunt, and it shocked Sara that she could be ready to get fucked once again so quickly after fucking Paul.
"As deep as you can," Marc whispered, reaching down to smooth one curly lock of blonde hair back into place on his mother's forehead. "I love it when you suck my cock deep into your mouth."
She grabbed the shaft of his prick and stroked it, bringing her hand back and forth over the cock while twisting her tiny fist around its huge girth at the same time. Chewing down her son's prick, sucking it into her mouth until the cockhead pushed against her tonsils, Sara spread her knees wider apart on the floor, feeling her panties pulling up tighter against her tingling, passion-hungry cunt. Hot waves of pleasure sizzled through her body from her bud-like clit, and Sara thought briefly of just staying home and fucking the three teenagers instead of going out with Kaye.
"That's enough now," Marc said, his voice sounding strained.
Sara looked up at him, stunned that he would say such a thing. Didn't he want to cum? she wondered. But then, looking into his eyes as she removed her lips from his cockhead, Sara realized the unspoken message that he had given her.
She turned on the floor, twisting around so that she remained on her knees, facing the couch and the two neighbor boys who sat there. Out of the corner of her eye the hot-blooded blonde could see Marc's hand flashing to and fro over his big, spit-slickened cock. She tilted her head back a little, giving him a better field to shoot at, her eyes dancing back and forth from Paul's face to Phil's, then back again.
"If you do what I want you to, I'll do whatever you want me to," she said, her voice a silken promise of erotic delight. "Just think about that. Wouldn't you like to have me . . . any way you want me? Wouldn't that just make you cum so hard you'd-" She stopped talking when the first river of cum gushed out of her son's cockhead. The cum, hot, thick and white, draped across her face, running from one cheekbone, slanting downward, going over her nose and the corner of her mouth to her chin. Sara gasped but didn't move as she felt the gooey, creamy cum clinging to her face.
A second and third rich blast of cum detonated out of her son's cockhead, hitting her on the chin and forehead. More hot cum splashed into her snow-white hair, clinging to the strands, matting them together.
Sara grabbed her tits, almost brutally sinking her long, red-painted fingernails into the luxurious mounds through her bra, her pussy-juice streaming out of her cunt to be soaked up in her black lace bikini panties.
Cum rained down on her. Sara's pink tongue rolled around her lips, licking off cum that was there, as more hot, salty cum spewed onto her face. As her face got splattered with cum, both Paul and Phil came, jerking on their hard cocks, sending cum splashing onto their chests and stomachs.
Sara grabbed Marc's prick, batting his hands away from the huge cock, and sucked it into her mouth. She nodded her gorgeous, cum-splattered face over his prick, salivating around his cockhead, nursing a few final precious drops of cum from the long shaft of his prick.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she purred lustily, feeling all three boys staring at her cum-smeared face. She took the cock out of her mouth and used the prick-tip to rub the cum around her face.
CHAPTER SIX
Sara pulled her five-year-old Plymouth into the garage and switched off the ignition. She sighed softly, leaning her head back against the headrest.
It was Wednesday. On Friday, she hoped, her grand plan would go into action. She could only hope that everything worked out exactly as she had planned it.
But there were so many variables, so many things that could go wrong, things that Sara had no control over. She didn't like the fact that, once everything got started, she really couldn't alter anything. Once she set the idea in motion, it was out of her hands and she could no longer guide its direction.
That's what was bothering her as she sat in her car, her eyes closed, her hands folded rather demurely in her lap. "Hello," the soft, soothing male voice said.
Without opening her eyes, Sara replied, "Hello, Paul. How are you today?"
"Fine. Just fine. You look like you've had a hard day at work."
Sara smiled wanly. It had been a tough day. Her boss had bitched and bitched until she had a world-class headache. Then he, in his most uncouth fashion, had propositioned her. Sara would have loved to have had her hot pussy filled with a big, stiff prick, but she didn't want to fuck her boss. He was a bastard and she figured he certainly didn't deserve the sweet, erotic pleasures her body could give.
Sara felt Paul's fingertips against her cheek. He was touching her as lightly as a feather. When his fingertips trailed down her taut neck, a warm glow began passing through Sara.
"That's nice," she purred.
Standing beside the old Plymouth, Paul's prick began getting hard, stretching down the leg of his faded jeans, swelling the front of his pants out. Sara was the most deliciously fuck-able woman he'd ever laid his eyes on, and she was looking especially beautiful this day. From his viewpoint he could see down her mounding cleavage, the woman's big, creamy tits tightly encased in a white lacy bra inside the pale blue silk blouse. The sapphire stone hanging between her tits distracted Paul briefly. It was a beautiful stone, but it paled next to Sara's tits.
She had on a navy blue skirt that had bunched up high on her thighs, showing off much of her magnificent legs. Paul could just see the edge of the darker bands of silk that went around the tops of her stockings. The edge of her garter's clasp sent his senses reeling, making his prick pulsate painfully inside his pants.
"Ohhhhh!" Sara cooed as his hand slipped over her collar bone, heading for her tit. "That's very nice. I like it when you touch me gently."
His hand was at her tit, and Sara could feel her pussy-juice warming up the petals of her cunt, lubricating her, getting her ready for a hard cock. Paul was pinching her nipple lightly, and even through the fabric of her blouse and bra, his fingers were spreading fire throughout her body.
Slowly, one by one, Paul unbuttoned Sara's blouse, using just his left hand. His right hand was busy with his jeans, tugging down the zipper and struggling to get his thick, throbbing cock out. Without bothering to unhook the clasp of Sara's bra, he tugged one cup beneath her tit and the golden tit-melon popped into view.
"Yesssss! That's right. This is what I need to relax me."
Sara thought of asking Paul into her house, up to her bedroom where she could fuck him in style and comfort. But then, just as she was about to speak, his fingers pinched and rolled her nipple, and all she could do was moan her pleasure.
Paul held her tit in his hand, her nipple hard against his palm. His right hand was busy on his cock, which stood out from his body powerfully. He saw that Sara had spread her legs a little more, and now most of her thighs were visible, including that brief section of silky flesh above her stocking tops and below her panties.
Sara heard the sound of his jogging shoes against the concrete floor of the garage. She kept her eyes closed, willing the teenager to do whatever he wanted. When she felt his lips lightly touching her own, she opened her mouth and happily accepted the invasion of his pink, moist tongue.
"Mmmmmmmm!"
The hot-blooded blonde's cunt was hot and juicy, ready for Paul's throbbing cock. Sara's hands were at her sides now, her thighs trembling slightly. She danced her tongue against Paul's, tasting his mouth, enjoying the way his tongue moved about. His fingers were rolling and pinching her nipple with exactly the right amount of pressure. She felt his fingers spread out as he cupped her tit, his fingers then digging into her warm, firm tit mound.
Paul leaned farther into the car, his lips tickling Sara's taut neck as he kissed his way down to her tit. His right hand was busy on his cock, stroking it, making it grow steadily until it was extremely thick, mighty and unyielding. He raised Sara's tit and sucked the nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue in a side-to-side motion against her nipple.
"Yesssssss!" Sara moaned, rolling her head against the headrest, her beautiful brown eyes still closed as she felt her body being sucked and played with.
Paul bared his teeth and bit Sara's nipple lightly, putting just enough pressure on the nipple to make her squirm in the car. He pulled his head and shoulders abruptly out of the car and opened the door.
"Get out," he commanded, his prick sticking out through the gaping fly of his jeans. "I'm going to fuck you."
For the first time since the neighbor boy had arrived on the scene in her garage, Sara opened her eyes. She shivered involuntarily when her eyes drifted down from his eyes, which had the glow of teenage lust in them, to his prick, which was nine incredible inches long, and so massive in circumference that it seemed impossible he could fit it into her cunt.
"Yes, fuck me," Sara replied, her voice soft.
It was exciting to her that he was being so forceful and commanding. Paul didn't usually act like this. The tone of his voice made Sara's cunt even more hungry for the pleasure of feeling his cock shoving into it, spreading her pussy-lips, driving relentlessly into her hot, seething cunt.
Sara stepped out, her tit bobbing slightly, the bra cup stretching beneath her tit. The nipple was hard and swollen with lust, surrounded by the darker, chocolate-brown circle of her areola.
When she got to her feet, Sara was surprised to discover that her knees were trembling. She looked out of the garage door. It was a sunny day. She could hear children playing in the distance. Anyone in the street, perhaps driving in a passing car, could look in and see her.
"Close the garage door," she said, leaning against the Plymouth, spreading her feet to a shoulder's width. "We don't need an audience."
"Particularly not if that audience happens to be my mother!"
Paul reached overhead and grabbed the garage door, heaving it down. The garage was instantly engulfed in darkness. "I'm going to fuck you against the car."
Once again, the tone of the boy's voice was soft but hard, quietly commanding. Sara raised her arms, placing her hands on the roof of the car, leaning back against the door.
"You're a hot one," Paul said, stroking his own throbbing cock as he stepped between Sara's slightly spread thighs. "I like that. I like a woman who loves fucking."
He reached a hand between Sara's legs, pulling her skirt up. When his fingers touched her panties, Paul discovered that she was soaking wet. Her cunt was hot and juicy, tingling with the anticipation of receiving his bone-hard, fiery cock.
"Fuck me, Paul," Sara whispered.
She felt his lips against her neck, the head of his cock rubbing against her stomach just above the waistband of her skirt. Paul's strong fingers rubbed her cuntlips through her panties, and hot tingles of raw ecstasy sizzled through the blonde's veins as he used his fingertip against her hard clit.
A soft moan came from Sara's chest as her bikini panties were pulled aside and a harsh, dry finger was inserted into her cunt. She shivered a little, her arms outstretched and on the hood of the Plymouth, completely availing her amazing, curvaceous body to the young man's lust.
The boy finger-fucked Sara, heightening her pleasure, working her clit over so that she moaned louder and louder. With his other hand, Paul tugged the blonde's bra completely below both tits and bent over, sucking one nipple into his mouth, then the other. His tongue worked over her nipples lovingly. He sucked as much of her sweet tit into his mouth as he could.
Paul slipped both hands inside Sara's skirt, raising it up, cupping her tight asscheeks in his hands, forcing his prick to slide against her cunt-lips through her panties. He slid his cock back and forth several times, then used one hand to tug her panties aside once more.
"Fuck me," Sara purred lustily, feeling the blunt head of the boy's cock against the heated entrance of her cunt. "I want your cock deep inside me."
Paul pushed forward slowly. Sara gasped softly as his incredibly thick, round cockhead forced her cuntlips apart. The blonde shivered, her knees quivering, her red mouth pursing as his hard cock pushed deeper into her pussy.
Shivering, her big tits jiggling from her chest, Sara's clit was getting rubbed by the broad upper surface of Paul's prick as he slowly worked all nine inches into her pussy. She rolled her head back on her shoulders, feeling the hard metal of the car against her back.
Sara felt everything that Paul was doing to her, and everything delighted her. His strong hands were squeezing her asscheeks, pulling her hips toward him as he shoved his cock full-length into her cunt. When he slipped a finger inside her panties from behind and rubbed her asshole with the tip, she trembled and moaned softly, letting him know she liked what he was doing to her.
"You've got such a beautiful body," Paul whispered, his thick, throbbing prick sliding inside her panties, pushing to the hilt into the hot, massaging channel of her cunt. "So beautiful!"
All Sara could think of saying in return was: "Fuck me, Paul!"
She felt his thighs rubbing against her own, sliding smoothly against her silk stockings. Paul's mouth captured her own, his tongue pushing into her mouth as his prick pushed into her cunt. She tightened her cunt around his charging cock as she sucked on his tongue, feeling the shaft of his prick rubbing against her tingling, red-hot clit.
Paul took his hands from Sara's asscheeks, sliding them up between their bodies. He cupped her big, quivering tits, squeezing them firmly, pinching the nipples hard.
"Awwwwww!" Sara groaned, a flickering sensation of pain coming from her throbbing nipples as her lover pulled them. She kept her arms extended, quivering slightly on the roof of the car as he fucked his bone-hard cock into her juicy cunt.
He fucked her with increasing fury, ramming his big, thick cock deep into her cunt, wedging her pussylips apart as his cockhead buried to the depths of her pussy. Sara's hips were slammed against the car's door as the boy fucked her, and she delighted in the impact, knowing that her incredible body was driving him crazy with lust.
Each time his prick buried full-length in her cunt, Sara felt the jagged edge of his zipper biting a little into her pussylips, adding a sharp sensation to the smooth, slick ones that were going through her.
"Fuck me hard," Sara whispered. "I want to feel your cum on me! Ohhhhhhh! Fuck me hard, Paul!"
Paul kissed Sara's silky neck as he plowed his prick into her cunt. He was throwing himself at her, shoving his cock into her cunt until he was completely engulfed in the warmth and wetness of her pussy, his prick getting worked over by her pussy from the fiery cockhead to the throbbing base of his prick. His fingers sank into the satiny, firm flesh of her tits. Baring his teeth, he bit her neck, enjoying the way she writhed against him when he buried his fingers especially deep into her tits, or bit her on the neck.
Sara could feel the teenager's cockhead pulsing with lust deep inside her cunt. She groaned softly, her tits aching with pleasure at the way Paul squeezed and fondled them. Each time his huge cock rammed to the hilt in her cunt, she was knocked hard against the car.
"Fuck me," she repeated, her legs quivering so powerfully she was afraid her knees might give out at any second.
She wished she had taken the time to remove her skirt, but that wasn't a possibility now. Paid was too turned-on for her to postpone his pleasure in her sculptured, voluptuous body. She wondered idly if her panties were going to be so stretched out of shape at the crotch that they would be ruined. If they were ruined, she'd keep them as a reminder of how wildly aroused she had gotten the neighbor boy as he fucked her in her own garage, slamming her stunning body against her car.
"Awwwwwww!" Paul suddenly groaned.
Sara wanted to feel his hot cum splashing on her thighs, but she didn't get that. Instead, she could feel his throbbing cockhead exploding deep inside her pussy. Heavy blasts of cum shot from his prick-tip, gushing deep into her cunt, splattering against the slick walls and against her womb.
"Yesssssss!" she purred softly, even though she didn't get exactly what she wanted. "Cum in my cunt, my precious. Cum inside my hot cunt!"
When at last the deluge of cum subsided, Paul withdrew his cock from Sara's sweet, hot cunt. He stood several feet away from her, breathing heavily, his prick getting soft as it hung through the gaping fly of his jeans.
"Sara, you turn me on like nobody ever has," Paul said as he caught his breath.
The beautiful blonde woman with the D-cup tits smiled softly at him, tugging her tits back into the cups of her bra. As she slowly began re-buttoning her blouse, she blew him a friendly kiss.
"You turn me on, too," she whispered. "Damn, you really fucked me. I've never fucked against a car before!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Are you going to stop over for a nightcap?" Sara asked.
Kaye nodded, knowing she needed at least one more drink before she would be able to sleep. Being out with Sara, seeing all of those good-looking men at the night-club, had taken its toll on her. She would have loved to ask one of the men who had danced with her that night to come home with her and fuck her senseless, but she lacked the courage to come out and ask for what she knew she needed.
Her boys were at home waiting for her to return, but Kaye wasn't ready to see them, either. They had grown up to be so handsome and masculine, their presence near her made Kaye a little jittery. She wondered if they were fucking their girl friends, but she never found the courage to ask them.
I'm a coward, the big-titted woman thought as she followed Sara. I want to fuck my sons, but I can't find the courage to do it; I want to fuck some man I've never seen before, but I can't do that either! What a mess my life is!
They stepped through the front door of Sarah's home. Kaye waited until Sara had closed and locked the door before heading for the living room, where Kaye knew the portable bar was.
But then the men stepped out of the shadows and Kaye's heart leaped in her chest. Three of them, all dressed the same in black trousers and black turtle-neck sweaters, with ski masks over their faces.
"Oh, no!" Kaye gasped, putting a hand to her mouth.
"Don't make a sound and nobody gets hurt," one of them said, his soft voice amazingly menacing. "Just do exactly as you are told and everything will be just fine."
Her heart was pounding in her chest as Kaye was led into Sara's living room. She could tell that the trio were both young and strong, and that was a combination that told her she had to do as she was commanded.
Before she really knew what was happening, Kaye's rather conservative pants suit was being removed by Sara's trembling hands.
"Just be quiet," Sara whispered as she unbuttoned Kaye's blouse. "We're got to do what they tell us or we're goners!"
Kaye stood motionless as Sara removed her blouse and bra. She wanted to cup her big, quivering tits to bide them, but she didn't. Through the eyeholes of the masks she saw three sets of pupils dilate with lust as the sight of her incredible tits.
"Everything," one of the masked men said, indicating he wanted Sara to continue.
Kaye stood motionless as Sara stripped her of her slacks and panties. She folded her hands together in front of the tight, curly patch of auburn hair at her pussy.
"That's one hell of a body," one of the men said, stepping closer to Kaye, reaching out to grab one of her tits. "These are fuckin' huge!"
It had been a long time since a hand had touched Kaye's tits. She groaned, hoping she sounded displeased with what was happening, damning herself for feeling a tingling in her cunt.
Kaye stepped out of her slacks and panties and stood completely naked in the room. When she was instructed to take off Sara's dress, Kaye mumbled an apology and began the task, quickly stripping her friend.
When Sara was down to her garter belt and stockings, she was commanded to sit on the couch. Shocked into submission, Kaye watched as Sarah's stockings were removed. The men used one stocking to tie Sara's wrists together behind her back. Kaye was then forced to lean forward, her tits flattening out against her knees, as her own hands were tied together. What Kay was surprised to notice was that her wrists were not bound very tightly, and that there was enough play in the stocking for her to free her hands if she really needed to.
She sat back on the couch, keeping her knees together to hide her pussy as much as possible. Her huge tits rose and fell on her chest, her nipples hard with a combination of fear and excitement.
In unison, the three masked men opened their pants and pushed them down to their thighs, pulling out huge cocks. Kaye's pulse quickened as she sized them up. Two of the cocks were almost identical in size, perhaps nine inches long and extremely thick. The other cock was nearly a foot long, though not quite as thick as the others.
"Oh no!" Kaye murmured under her breath, wishing the tingling in her cunt wasn't there, wishing her cut wasn't aching for a cock to rub against it.
"You there, blondie," the one with the longest cock said to Sara. "Come with me. I'm going to show you a fucking good time."
Kaye was too frightened to protest when Sara was taken out of the living room and brought to a bedroom. She was now alone with the two masked men that had such thick cocks they looked like fleshy billy clubs.
"Suck me," one of them said, stepping up to Kaye and grabbing her hair at the back of her head.
"Don't hurt me," Kaye whispered, staring at the huge prick that hovered just inches from her face.
He brought his huge cockhead to her mouth and Kaye kissed it briefly before sticking her tongue out, tenderly licking around the slitted pisshole. The taste of cock made her nipples stand out even more prominently, and Kaye felt pussyjuice making the lips of her cunt wetter and hotter.
"Deep," the man said, pushing his cock at her face.
His prick-tip forced Kaye's lips apart, making her stretch her jaws as far as they would go so that she didn't scrape her teeth over the lust-hardened flesh. She leaned a little farther forward, nibbling with her lips on the shaft of his cock while her tongue slithered against the underside of his cockhead.
"Mmmmmm," the auburn-haired, lust-starved woman moaned before remembering that she wasn't supposed to be getting turned-on by what she was being forced to do.
She sucked on his cock, sinking her cheeks in to conform them to the sides of the thick, brutal prick that filled her mouth. As she drew a spine-tingling suction on the cock, Kaye kept her tongue in constant motion, gliding it around his cockhead and licking whatever part of his throbbing prickshaft that she could.
"Ohhhhhh! That's it, Moth-" the masked man whispered.
Kaye's mind was spinning, wondering what he had been about to say. Motherfucker? Is that what he was going to call her? It bothered her that he would insult her as well as force her to give him a blowjob, but she also suspected that insulting the masked men in return would only get her injured.
Without being consciously aware of it, Kaye started bringing her head and shoulders back and forth, giving the blowjob rather than just getting her mouth fucked by the masked man. She chewed down his prick shaft, sucking his cock into her mouth until his pulsating, huge cockhead was pushing against her tonsils. Her lips alternately tightened then relaxed around the shaft of his prick while her tongue stayed in constant motion, swirling against the throbbing underside of his cock.
While she sucked cock, Kaye shivered from head to foot with excitement. Hands roamed freely over her voluptuous body, fondling her tits, pinching her nipples. Suddenly, there was another cock in front of her face, as big as the one she sucked deep between her lips, and Kaye knew what was expected of her.
She pulled back enough to take the cock out of her mouth. Turning her face toward the other masked man's prick, she opened her mouth invitingly and the huge, throbbing cockhead was pushed between her lips, ovaling them, filling her mouth completely.
"Ohhhhhh! Suck it," the man said, pushing his fiery, turgid cock into the auburn-haired woman's mouth until his cockhead was nearly reaming out her throat.
It was like an erotic dream and a nightmare all rolled into one for Kaye. She gulped one cock into her mouth, sucked it briefly, then did the same for the other. Her lips tingled with the thrill of having a big, pulsating prick gliding back and forth between them. She used her tongue constantly on their fat, bullet-shaped cockheads, lapping at them, licking off pre-cum whenever it appeared.
"I'm going to eat her pussy," one of the men said.
Kaye was pushed backward so that her ass was on the edge of the couch's cushions and her shoulders were against the back of the couch. One of the black-clad figures straddled her body, his spitty prick nestled between the woman's huge tits; the other slipped to the floor and pushed her knees apart.
"Please don't-" Kaye said. Then her lips couldn't form words since they were wrapped tightly around the shaft of an extremely thick cock.
When she felt a tongue delving into her cunt, Kaye thought that she was going to cum on the spot. It had been so long since a hot, slithering tongue had slipped over her cuntlips and pushed into her pussy, whipping her clit, that her senses were primed and ready to pump out her pussyjuice. She stared at the cock that rubbed back and forth between her big tits as the one man titty-fucked her.
"Ohhhhhh!" Kaye murmured, her thighs twitching convulsively as she felt a hot, slick tongue dancing over her red-hot clit, sending jolts of raw ecstasy rippling through her stunning body.
The cock sliding between her tits heated her flesh, seemingly forcing that heat to go through her veins straight to her clit, which was getting magnificently tongued by the masked man who knelt between her spread thighs. When the prick-tip pushed up close to her mouth, Kaye surprised herself by flicking her tongue out, grazing it against the very tip of the man's cockhead.
What bothered Kaye was that she hadn't been commanded to tongue his prick, and she was trying not to enjoy what was happening to her. Kaye saw the he she was trying to convince herself of.
She was enjoying everything that was being done to her body, and Kaye knew it. The tongue pushing deep between her cuntlips and thrashing her clit felt positively magnificent. The cock that was titty-fucking her and occasionally pushing between her lips, burying deep in her mouth, was also an incredible turn-on. Whether she wanted to admit or not, her passion-starved body was reacting to the cocks and hands and tongues that were roaming over it and into it.
"Mmmmmmm!" Kaye moaned, this time with unabashed lust as her mouth was once again crammed full of cockmeat. She scraped her tongue against the underside of the prick-tip, sucking hard, caving her cheeks in around its bulky thickness.
As she sucked cock, Kaye felt another cockhead pushing against her cuntlips. She was going to get fucked! After so long without a hard prick jamming into her cunt, Kaye was afraid that it might hurt to take such a thick, rigid prick into her pussy. But when the masked man applied pressure behind his fiery prick, it forced her cuntlips apart and Kaye felt the bliss of having her body lovingly invaded by a hot-blooded man's prick.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned lewdly, shivering as her clit got rubbed by the broad upper surface of the cock that fucked nearly full-length into her cunt on the very first lunge.
The two cocks pushed into her at the same time, spreading her cuntlips, filling her mouth. Kaye closed her eyes, not wanting to see the masked face above her as the man fucked his throbbing cock into her mouth until the prick-tip was pushing against her throat's opening.
"Ohhhhhh!" she heard the one fucking her sigh.
Kaye spread her thighs wider apart, giving the one fucking her enough room to thrash his hips back and forth, pumping his steelish prick to the depths of her cunt. Each time he plowed his cock into her cunt, she shivered a little, feeling the heated passion building inside her body. Only a few more strokes of his prick, she knew, and she'd be cumming.
How long had it been since Kaye had had an orgasm? She thought about that, but was distracted by the cock that rolled back and forth between her lips, pushing into her mouth until her head was pushed back harder against the cushions to keep from entering her throat.
"Mmmmm!" Kaye moaned softly, the tightness in the pit of her stomach unbearable now.
She was afraid that during the point of orgasm she might accidentally scrape her teeth against the blunt, thick cock that stuffed her mouth. Fighting against her impending orgasm, Kaye felt her body being impaled with increasing fury by the two cocks, one jamming into her mouth, the other into her pussy.
"Awwwwwww!" the masked man who was fucking Kaye's sweet, tight pussy groaned.
Hot, juicy blasts of cum showered Kaye's cunt, and that was all she needed to cum herself. Thick, white cum mingled with pussyjuice as she spasmed on the couch, her hands tied loosely behind her back, her cunt tightening around the driving, ramrodding column of fuck meat that pounded relentlessly into her.
Twitching and shivering, Kaye choked briefly as the one fucking her mouth jammed his prick too deeply between her lips. She turned her face to one side, preventing him from slamming his cockhead against the entrance of her throat, and his fiery prick pushed against the inside of her cheek. Kay's face became distorted, its loveliness twisting as the cock forced her cheek to bulge out massively.
Her head was spinning as hot, slick waves of pussyjuice streamed out of her cock-filled cunt. Kaye slapped her thighs back and forth against the masked man's hips as he pummeled her, driving his cock to the hilt in her overheated cunt, reaming out her pussy with every thick, throbbing inch of cockmeat he had to give her.
"Ug! Uh! Uh! Uh!" the masked man grunted, punctuating each blast of cum that exploded from his balls, splattering into the woman's overheated pussy.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Kaye sat on the couch, looking at the two masked men standing menacingly before her. The tingling in her cunt told her that she had taken a big wad of cum there, and she was curious why the other masked man hadn't shot his nuts off in her mouth. She was rather disappointed when he pulled his big, hard, delicious cock out of her mouth.
"What. . . what are you going to do now?" Kaye asked, her voice having a tremulous quality to it. She clamped her knees together, trying to hide her pink-lipped pussy.
The men looked at her, their eyes blazing through the holes in the ski masks. Kaye consciously gave her shoulders a little shake, sending her big tits in motion, swaying from side to side in their fullness, the nipples hard as pebbles, the inner swells glistening from spit where she'd taken the cock.
"We're going to show you something."
Just then, Sara walked in the room, leading the third masked man into the room, the one with the longest cock. Kaye noticed that as Sara walked, her big tits swayed a little, the nipples hard surrounded by their golden brown areolas. For the first time, Kaye noticed how truly magnificent her friend's body was, and the strange tingling she felt in her cunt at the sight of Sara's body surprised her. "What are you going to show me?" Kaye asked, her voice quivering a little with tension. She didn't feel the slightest bit of fear anymore; something about the three masked men told her that they wouldn't hurt her.
Sara moved close to Kaye, kneeling at the side of the couch, putting her hand on Kaye's knee. It was the first time that Kaye noticed Sarah's hands weren't tied behind her back anymore.
"They wanted to show you . . . this!"
As Sara said "this" the men whipped the ski masks from their heads. Kaye gasped when she looked at Paul and Phil, then at Marc.
She had fucked her own son! It was true, and she couldn't possibly deny it. She jerked her hands free from the stocking that had been tied around her wrists, throwing her hands to her face. Her eyes danced from Paul's prick to Phil's. Phil's cock was still slick from being shoved into her cunt, a little softer than Paul's prick because he had cum.
"Damn!" Kaye muttered.
Sara's eyes were shining brightly when Kaye looked into them. In that flashing moment, Kaye realized Sara had set the whole thing up.
"Oh God!" Kaye whispered to her friend. "You knew what I needed, didn't you?"
Sara nodded her head. Kaye glanced at the fingers on her knee, which had somehow crept a little closer to her tingling, electrified cunt.
"You're a devil, Sara, but I love you for it. You brought me to a position where I had no choice but to get what I needed, and for that I'm grateful."
Kaye took Sara's face in her hands and leaned closer. They kissed softly and Kaye opened her lips in invitation. There was a moment's hesitation, then Sara's tongue entered her mouth. Kaye sucked greedily on it, feeling her sons watching her.
She brought her hand down from Sara's face until she cupped one of the big, firm tits in her hand. Kaye caught her nipple between her finger and thumb, rolling the bud lightly, working it over with her fingers the same way she liked her own nipples to be manipulated.
"Mmmmm!" Sarah sighed, her tongue deep in Kaye's mouth.
When Sara began fondling Kaye's tits, the auburn-haired woman shivered on the couch, spreading her knees invitingly, slithering her tongue into the blonde's mouth. She scratched Sara's nipples with her long fingernails and stroked her face softly. Kaye could hear the three boys moving about, but she had no idea what they were doing.
"I'll be damned," Marc muttered, watching his mother and Kaye kissing passionately, feeling each other's tits, their tongues darting from mouth to mouth. His awesome, eleven-inch cock was standing out from his body, heavy and cumbersome, waiting for a hot pussy or a suck- ing mouth to work it over.
Kaye pulled her face away from Sarah and looked into her friend's light-brown eyes. "You really turn me on," she whispered. "Sarah, I never thought it was true, but it is. You turn me on, and I'm so grateful for what you've done for me here tonight."
"Then will you do me a favor?"
"Yes. Of course. Anything you want is yours."
"Suck my son's cock," Sara said, reaching for Marc's cock. It was in her hand in a flash. "I want to watch you giving him a blowjob. I'll figure out more of what I want later, but that's what I want to see right now."
Kaye was only too happy to oblige her friend. She lightly slapped Sara's hand from the huge cock, then wrapped her own fingers around the thick, throbbing prickshaft. Marc's prick was quite thick, though it wasn't as large around as Paul's or Phil's cock. But where it lacked the incredible girth that her sons could boast of, Marc's cock was longer. Perhaps a full two inches longer than either Paul or Phil could lay claim to.
"You're hung like a bull," Kaye murmured, leaning forward on the couch, bringing her moist red lips to the head of Marc's prick.
She kissed his cock knob, feeling his eyes on her, devouring her naked body as she smacked his spongy cockhead. Kaye could feel Sara's hot gaze on her. Holding his cockhead just a little way from her lips, she opened her mouth obscenely wide and stuck her pink tongue out. Licking around his cockhead, Kaye's pussy started getting super-heated.
"Mmmmmmm!" she purred, holding just the very tip of Marc's cockhead between her lips, tonguing his pisshole.
"She's got the biggest tits I've ever seen in my life," Marc whispered softly, watching his neighbor nodding her head at the end of his prick, slowly taking more and more of his cock into her mouth. Each swipe of her tongue made his prick just a little bit harder and larger.
It wasn't until she had his entire cockhead moist with spit that Kaye pushed her face far enough forward for her lips to glide smoothly over the ridge of his cockhead. She moaned softly, her tongue working in a circular motion on the underside of the cockhead, feeling the huge prick pulsating in her mouth, her lips ovaled around the shaft.
"That's it, Kaye," Sara said, her tone soft and comforting. "I know that Marc's wanted to see you sucking his cock for a long time. And to tell you the truth, I've wanted to see the same thing myself."
Rocking back and forth on the edge of the :ouch, Kaye dragged her slick red lips over the cockhead and shaft of Marc's cock. As she sucked, she brought her hand back and forth, simultaneously giving him a hand-job as she sucked his fiery cock. Her tits wiggled tautly from her chest, and her cuntlips tingled with the need for a cock to part them once again.
"Mmmmmmm!" Kaye moaned, her mouth filled with his throbbing cock, the head pulsing against the opening of her throat. Sara moved around so that she was behind Marc. She put her hands on his taut asscheeks, watching his balls swinging lazily between his powerful thighs as he pushed his prick at Kaye's lovely face, driving his prick into her gaping outh.
Hands were on her body. Whose hands exactly, Kaye didn't know. Perhaps the hands f her sons. She wasn't sure and didn't care. What did matter was the wild sensations tingling through her voluptuous, passion-hungry body, d the magnificent taste of cock on her tongue.
Pushing her face forward, she chewed tenderly down the length of Marc's massive prick until his cockhead was at the back of her mouth. She then squirmed about, rotating her face around his cock, holding it as deep in her hot, sucking mouth as she could. She shivered, both of her nipples being pinched by hands, strong fingers pressing deep into her billowing tits. There was a hand on her thigh and Kaye spread her knees wide as she sat on the edge of the couch, wantonly yielding her pussy to whoever wanted it.
"I've never done this before," she heard Sara mumble softly, and then Kaye knew who was between her legs.
The realization that the tongue grazing lightly over the hot, silky flesh of her thigh was Sara's, and that it belonged to another woman, was both shocking and erotic to Kaye. She pulled back, holding Marc's cockhead in her mouth, and whipped his pisshole with the tip of her tongue.
She released the cock from her mouth's hot embrace. Kaye had to find out who was doing what to her. On her right tit, Paul's hungry mouth was working over her nipple as he tried to fit as much of her huge tit into his mouth as he could. Phil was doing the same to her left tit.
Between her legs, Sara was licking avidly, fucking her tongue into Kaye's cunt, slashing her throbbing clit with her tongue, devouring her sweet pussyjuice.
Kaye stroked his huge prick with both hands, running her fists back and forth over the entire length of Marc's cock. She looked up into his face, her eyes shining lustily, and saw the pleasure that she was providing reflected in his eyes.
"You like me to suck you, don't you?"
He nodded and she lightly tongued his pisshole, licking off a drop of salty pre-cum that had formed there.
"Good. Because I like sucking you. And what's more, I haven't swallowed a man's cum in a long, long time."
"In too long a time," Marc said. "So why waste any more time with words?"
Kaye chuckled softly, fighting against the flushing waves of ecstasy that threatened to carry her away.
"You're absolutely right."
She gulped the huge cock into her hot mouth, using both hands on his fiery cock.
Kaye was no longer interested in prolonging the action. She couldn't suck Marc's cock much longer without being totally carried away by the lust that the hot mouths and tongues were giving her. Pistoning her head over his cock, she chewed the shaft succulently with her lips while her tongue roved over the lust-hardened flesh.
Time and time again, she threw her face over his bone-hard prick, sucking it into her mouth until his cockhead pounded against the back of her throat. As she sucked and tongued his delicious prick, she swirled her hands over the shaft, twisting her fists in opposite directions as she worked them to and fro. His pulsating, flexing, cockhead flattened her tongue to the bottom of her mouth, and she licked thirstily at the bottom of his prick knob, delighting in every drop of pre-cum that she received.
Marc watched the beautiful woman sucking like a nymphomaniac on his cock, and it was about the most erotic thing he'd ever seen in his life. His balls were throbbing madly, preparing to deluge her hotly sucking mouth and slashing tongue with their load of cum.
"Awwwww!" Marc groaned softly, unable to hold his cum back another second.
The pungent blasts of cum showered out of Marc's cockhead, gushing against the back of Kaye's throat as she pistoned her face over his prick.
When Sara heard the familiar sound of her son groaning as he came, she pulled her tongue out of Kaye's hot, slick cunt and looked up, resting on her side directly beneath Marc as he fucked his prick deep into her friend's mouth.
"Mmmmmft!" Kaye slurped, sucking hungrily, swallowing each eruption of cum the moment it detonated out of his balls and spewed from his cockhead.
She drank the rich, salty nectar furiously, afraid to miss even a single precious drop of the cum. Curling her tongue around the cockhead, Kaye felt and tasted his thick, syrup-like cum as it exploded out of the teenager's heavy, hairy balls. The cum seemed to coat the entire inside of her mouth with its stickiness, delighting the big-titted mother as she swallowed the load thirstily.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned again as the torrent of cum began to slow down.
It seemed to Kaye-who hadn't done this sort of thing in quite a long time-that Marc's balls held a gallon of cum in them. A juicy eruption of cum squirted against the back of her mouth, trickling down her throat, nearly choking her.
A quick, hard swallow by Kaye made everything okay once again, and she resumed her sucking and tonguing of the boy's cockhead.
Squeezing his cock extremely hard from the base up toward the cockhead, Kaye worked a couple final drops of cum out of Marc's pisshole, then licked around his cockhead softly.
"I've wanted to cum in your mouth for so long," Marc said, his thighs quivering as he watched the neighbor woman tonguing the head of his prick. "You really do know how to give head. Maybe even as good as my own mother."
Kaye leaned back on the couch, her legs still spread wide with Sara between them.
"Give me just ... just a couple seconds to recover, then we can do some more," Kaye mumbled almost incoherently, the aftertaste of cum on her tongue overpowering in the pleasure it brought. "Just a couple minutes, that's all I ask."
Sara spoke up quickly. "Well, I don't need a couple minutes! I'm ready to fuck right now!"
CHAPTER NINE
Sara pushed her knees up near Paul's armpits, shivering on the floor as he pumped his thick, fiery prick to the hilt in the tight sheath of her cunt. She felt like she was being stabbed by some blunt object each time the teenager's nine red-hot inches of cockmeat plowed through the resistance of her cuntlips, burrowing deep into her pussy until his balls slapped against her taut asscheeks. "Fuck me," Sara gasped, breathless, feeling her sizzling clit getting rubbed by the prick that lanced relentlessly into her pussy.
She turned her face to him, pulling him down until their lips pressed hungrily together. Sara's pink, slithering tongue slipped between his lips, entering his mouth, dancing against his tongue. She mewled softly, passionately, French kissing the boy as his fiery cock pounded full-length into her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Paul sighed when the kiss finally ended.
Sara looked up at the boy's face, then over at Kaye. Her friend was sitting on the couch between Marc and Phil, calmly stroking their cocks while they felt her thighs.
"Let me eat your pussy," Sara said quietly. "Come over here. Sit on my face."
Somehow, Sara hadn't expected her friend to do what was asked of her. Kaye was always the conservative one, the one to hold herself back. But she didn't hold herself back as she straddled Sara's head with her knees, then brought the pink lips of her hot, juicy cunt down to Sara's mouth.
Sara twisted her arms around Kaye's slender thighs, raising her face as she watched her tight, slick cuntlips coming down toward her mouth.
She shivered and moaned happily when her red lips were planted firmly against the opening of Kaye's pussy.
"Ohhhhhh! Lick my cunt," Kaye sighed, grabbing her big, billowing tits and squeezing them as she rotated her hips, pressing her cunt more firmly against the blonde's mouth.
Sara fucked her tongue as deeply into Kaye's cunt as she could, licking up the delicious, tangy pussyjuice. The taste of another woman's cunt made her own cunt tingle more fiercely, and when Paul started pumping his throbbing cock into her pussy again, she shivered through a soft but extremely satisfying orgasm.
"Mmmmmmm!" Sara moaned, dragging her slick tongue through her friend's cuntlips, lapping at the pussyjuice, pausing to use the very tip of her tongue against Kaye's hard, nubby clit.
Paul sat back, his knees folded beneath him, rocking his hips back and forth to power his prick into the blonde's cunt. It was a strange sight for him to see his mother, completely naked, squirming as she churned her hips, pressing her succulent pussy hard against Sara's mouth.
"Do you like having a woman lick your pussy?" he asked, a touch of sarcasm in his tone.
Kaye nodded her head, her eyes glassy with lust as she pinched her own nipples, feeling her clit getting sucked between Sara's expert, butter-soft lips. She was in a world of her own, a fantasy land where nothing mattered but what was being done to her body and what she was feeling.
Paul chuckled a little and threw his hips at Sara's crotch, watching her cuntlips puckering inward, surrounding the base of his shaft. Each time he buried all of his cock in her cunt, he could feel the warmth of her juices enveloping him. He put his hand on Sara's sunken stomach, feeling the satiny smoothness against his palm. He noticed, too, that with his hand on her stomach he could feel his prick pushing into her, swelling the lower part of her stomach out a little with his own thickness as his hugely swollen cock buried full-length into her pussy.
With her lips firmly pressed against Kaye's cunt, Sara pushed her tongue in and out of her mouth, driving it between her friend's cuntlips. The taste of pussyjuice heightened her own sense of touch and she groaned softly, raising her feet, placing the backs of her calves on Paul's broad, no muscular shoulders while he fucked her.
Her cheeks were slick with pussyjuice, and when Sara opened her eyes, she couldn't see anything but Kaye's sweet, quivering asscheeks. She groaned again, the sound coming from deep in her chest, wondering if anything could ever be this good again. Her tongue was like a serpent as it slipped into Kaye's hot pussy, lapping at the hot, slick pussyjuice, hungry to drink up every single drop of girl-cum her friend had to offer.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she heard Kaye moaning.
Sara sensed that Kaye wasn't very far from cumming. She sucked the hard, bud-like clit between her lips and nibbled on it as she whipped it with her tongue, and then she got what she so desperately wanted-the full load of Kaye's pussyjuice as she came.
The pussyjuice streamed out of Kaye's cunt, gushing against Sara's lips and tongue, trickling down her cheeks into her ears and hair. Sara felt like her nose was being pressed flat as Kaye squirmed about, rotating her luscious hips as her pussy erupted.
It was impossible for Sara to suck up all the pussyjuice that flowed like a river from Kaye's cunt, but she tried. She whipped her tingling clit with her tongue and sucked on Kaye's pussylips, sometimes nibbling lightly on them as oily waves of girl-cum streamed down into her open mouth, trickling down the sides of her face.
"Mmmmmmm!" Sara moaned happily, keeping her arms tightly wrapped around Kaye's thighs so that she couldn't pull her cunt away from her mouth. She wanted to keep licking pussy and fucking her tongue into her cunt for as long as possible.
After several seconds, Kaye said, "Let me go, Sara. I want' to catch my breath again. I just can't take all this excitement."
A pang of sadness swept over Sara, but she took her arms from around Kaye's thighs. When her cunt was taken away from her mouth, she obscenely rolled her tongue around in her mouth.
"Okay, Paul, now I want you to really throw it into me," Sara said challengingly to the teenage stud whose prick was fully embedded in her tightly clasping cunt. "Stab that big prick into me and cum on my stomach. I want to feel your hot cum on me, all over me!"
On cue, Paul uncorked his prick from the blonde's seething cunt. He grabbed his slick, throbbing cock and whipped his fist over its pussyjuice-lubricated length.
"Yessssss!" Sara sighed happily, her light-brown eyes wide with fascination as she shivered on the floor.
The eruption of cum shocked Sara, even though she'd fucked Paul several times before. Hot, white, thick cum spewed from the boy's cockhead, sailing through the air, raining down upon her curvaceous, naked body.
A thick river of cum hit Sara on the shoulder, leaving a trail of white cream over her trembling tit. Another heady blast of cum struck her on the chin, just beneath her lip, pooling in the hollow of her throat. More of the superheated cum landed between her tits and on her stomach.
"Cum, my darling!" Kaye urged, watching her son jerking off on her best friend.
Paul held the head of his cock against Sara's cuntlips as more cum jetted from his balls, spitting out of his cockhead. The cum gushed against the blonde's pink cuntlips, trickling down through the crevice of her asscheeks to warm and moisten her asshole.
"Ohhhhhh!" he sighed, rubbing his cockhead against the inside of her thigh as the last of his wad trickled out of his balls.
Even before Paul finished cumming, Sara busied herself with her hands, rubbing the hot, sticky cum into her tits and stomach. She wiped cum from her chin with her finger, then sucked her fingertip clean, mewling softly, trembling as cum splashed against her throbbing clit and cuntlips.
CHAPTER TEN
Kaye leaned close to the mirror and applied lipstick to her wide, generous mouth. She inspected her work critically while Sara, standing beside her, put mascara on her own eyelashes.
"I haven't been to a rock 'n' roll band in years," Kaye said, taking the mascara from Sara. "I don't think I can even remember how to dance like that."
"It'll come back to you. It's like riding a bike-once you learn you never forget."
"Or sex, right?"
Sara grinned and Kaye felt a flush creeping through her body. Since their original encounter, they'd licked each other's cunt more times than either of them could remember. And if Kaye was certain of anything, it was that she owed Sara a massive debt. If it hadn't been for Sara planning that whole thing with their sons, Kaye never would have broken out of her shell and finally re-discovered the pleasures her body could give herself and others.
The bathroom door was open and Marc stuck his head into the room, his eyes going up and down Kaye's and Sara's naked bodies.
"Hey, hurry up, will you? We've got to hit the road."
"We're hurrying!" both women said in unison, then laughed together.
They traveled in Sara's old Plymouth. Sara was behind the steering wheel, Marc beside her, his hand high on her thigh, almost to her cunt. In the back seat, Kaye was wedged tightly between her two sons, their hands roaming all over her body as they drove to the disco nightclub.
"You two are insatiable," Kaye giggled when Phil's hand slipped inside the low-cut neckline of her shimmering dress, squeezing her big, hard-nippled tit.
At the touch of his fingers to her nipple, Kaye felt the familiar itching sensation in her cunt that told her she simply had to have a cock. She'd never be able to wait until they were done with their dancing before she got a hard column of cockmeat to satisfy herself with. Of course, the satisfaction would be only temporary, but that was all she figured she could really hope for.
Kaye kissed Phil's mouth, playing her pink tongue quickly over his lips. As she kissed him, she spread her knees a little and Paul's hand was quickly pushing her dress up. She felt his fingers pressing against her fiery cuntlips, rubbing her clit through her bikini panties.
"Mmmmmmm!" Kaye sighed, opening her luscious mouth to accept Phil's tongue as he fondled her big tit with increasing pressure and energy.
Paul slipped his fingertips inside the leg hole of his mother's panties. Her cuntlips were already slick with pussyjuice and he had no trouble at all inserting his middle finger two knuckles deep into her cunt.
In the cramped confines of the back seat of the car, Kaye felt her resolve slipping away. It seemed that no matter where she was or what she was doing, if her sons were horny, then she was horny too. She shivered as her bodice was pulled away, exposing one big, heavenly tit.
"Suck my nipple," she hissed, not caring which of her sons did what she wanted. Almost instantly, Paul's hot, hungry mouth was devouring her nipple, his tongue flicking across the hard tip. Pussyjuice oozed more freely to her cunt and Paul's finger seesawed back and forth between her pussylips faster, easier.
Sara glanced in her rear view mirror and saw what was happening in the back seat. She smiled and spread her knees a little wider apart, silently indicating to her son that she, too, wanted to get finger fucked.
"I can't help myself," Kaye murmured as Phil put his hand at the nape of her neck, pushing her head down to his crotch.
The big-titted woman waited until Phil's prick was standing out through the fly of his pants before she twisted sideways in the back seat of the car and sucked his fiery prick between her lips. Her tongue curled around his cockhead as she drew a firm suction on the prick.
"Mmmmmmm!" Kaye moaned, as always, feeling her excitement rising with the taste of cockmeat on her tongue.
Kaye shifted around so that she was almost sitting in Paul's lap as she gave Phil a blowjob. The finger jerking back and forth between her cuntlips was igniting the fires of lust in her clit, making hot jolts of passion sizzle through her voluptuous body. She salivated freely around the jaw-stretching prick that filled her mouth, chewing with her lips down the shaft until the cockhead was at the opening of her throat.
"That's right, Mom," Phil said through gritted teeth as he felt his cock sinking deeper into his mother's hot, moist mouth. Her lips were driving him wild, and his cock was throbbing hotly against her slithering tongue.
She wrapped her hand around the shaft of his cock, preventing Phil from forcing her head down so far that his prick-tip would jam into her throat. Nibbling with her soft, succulent lips on the shank of her son's prick, Kaye shivered as she felt her panties being jerked down past the swell of her hips, exposing her sweet cunt and tight asshole.
"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned lustily, bobbing her head and shoulders over Phil's crotch, whipping her lips back and forth over the rim of his cockhead.
Paul took his finger out of Kaye's cunt and put it to her asshole. He worked the tip around until her entire asshole was slick with pussyjuice. Then, slowly but with steady pressure, he forced his finger into her ass.
Kaye felt the invading finger sliding into her asshole and she tried to consciously relax the muscles back there. To her surprise, it felt shockingly good to get her asshole finger-fucked while she sucked on a big, hard, throbbing cock.
"That's right, Mom," Phil urged, pulling Kaye's auburn hair away from her face as it undulated over his cock.
Somehow Kaye was pushed onto the floor of he car, her dress pushed up to the small of her jack, her panties stretched tightly around her knees as Paul worked his finger back and forth into her asshole. She nodded her stunning face over Phil's prick, chewing down his fiery shaft, crooning softly as her tongue worked over the delicious prick. One tit was out in the open, the bodice of her dress stretching around the huge melon of feminine tit flesh, her brown nipple hard and tingling with excitement.
"Suck him," Paul said, pounding his finger into his mother's asshole until his palm slapped softly against her taut asscheeks. "Get him off and swallow his cum! An' as soon as you're finished with him, Mom, I'm going to fuck you in the ass!"
The words sent a shiver through Kaye as she drew Phil's prick into her mouth until his cockhead was at the opening of her throat. She rotated her lips around the shaft of Phil's cock, barely able to take half of its nine inches in length into her mouth.
Giving the blowjob, Kaye wondered if she would even be able to fit Paul's huge cock into her asshole. The excitement she felt at having her asshole finger-fucked was immense, but Paul's cock was much bigger than his finger, and she hadn't taken a cock into her ass before.
Paul squirmed his hand below Kaye, grabbing one luscious tit and squeezing it hard. His prick, like his brother's, was standing out through the fly of his pants. He rolled his mother's nipple between his finger and thumb as he shoved his middle finger into her asshole.
"Suck meeeeee!" Phil crooned softly, pushing the fingers of both hands through her satiny hair, guiding her head as it bobbed up and down over his red-hot prick.
The various sensations going through the voluptuous redhead all made her head spin as she gulped her son's thick, pulsating cock to the deepest part of her mouth. She could hear cars going by in the opposite direction, and Kaye wondered if anyone could see what she was doing. The finger seesawing back and forth into her asshole was sending shockingly erotic tingles all through her body, and Paul really knew how to pinch and twist her nipple in such a way as to cause the maximum amount of pleasure his fingers and thumb could provide.
Shivering with ecstasy, her body cramped up on the floor of the old car, Kaye used her lips on the head of Phil's hard, meaty cock. Flicking the tip of her tongue against his pisshole, she tasted a hot, salty drop of pre-cum that had oozed out. The tangy flavor made her moan softly with lust.
Still keeping her hand around the base of Phil's prick, Kaye swirled her tongue around his cockhead. She lapped tenderly at the pisshole, searching and occasionally finding a drop of pre-cum there for her. Her lips were in constant motion, tightening around his prick shaft and then loosening up so that they barely touched his feverish flesh.
"Take it deep," Phil hissed through clenched teeth, the ache in his balls telling him that he couldn't take his mother's mouth much longer before he came. "I want to feel your lips sliding down my cock."
Kaye once again did exactly as she had been instructed to, nibbling down the length of her son's hard prick until his cockhead pushed threateningly at the back of her mouth. Once she had as much of Phil's cock in her mouth as she could hold, she revolved her face around the end of his prick, her entire body shivering with delight as his cockhead flexed and pulsed hotly against the opening of her throat.
"Ohhhhhhh! Yesssss! That's right!" Phil moaned joyously, his head rolling back and forth on the seat's rear cushion. "Suck me, Mother!"
Watching everything that was happening, Paul could hardly wait for his turn at his mother. His prick was stretching the fly of his pants, the zipper biting somewhat painfully against the sides of his enormously thick, bone-hard prick. The fire in his balls forced his hand to beat faster, and he pumped his finger into Kaye's asshole so hard that the slapping sound of his palm striking her asscheeks filled the car.
"Hurry up, damn it!" he hissed angrily, his finger burying full-length into Kaye's asshole. "I'm so fuckin' horny I can't stand it!"
The words filled Kaye's head, seemingly ringing in her ears. She pistoned her mouth over Phil's rigid prick, whipping her lips over the rim of his cockhead, nibbling down his cockshaft until his spongy prick-tip slammed hard against the opening of her throat.
As she sucked on Phil's cock, she twisted her fist around the shaft, pounding on it, jerking her hand up and down only an inch or two.
"Awwwwww!" Phil groaned.
Kaye pulled up so that she held only Phil's cockhead in her mouth, her tongue twisting around it expectantly, waiting for the deluge of salty cum to begin.
She didn't have long to wait. A second later, a thick eruption of cum spat from his cockhead, washing over her tongue, splattering the roof of her mouth. And then, as she began swallowing her son's cum, she came herself. Even though Paul wasn't finger-fucking her cunt or rubbing her clit, hot, slippery pussyjuice gushed from her pussy, streaming down the insides of her thighs.
"Suck meeeee!"
Kaye pounded furiously on the shaft of Phil's cock while she used her lips and tongue expertly on the head and what few inches of the shank she could fit into her mouth.
The deluge of white, salty cum seemed endless to the wildly aroused woman as she swallowed repeatedly. Each blast of cum was sucked down her throat instantly, making her tongue tingle with the magnificent flavor while she writhed in ecstasy on the floor of the car, the sound of an open palm striking her asscheeks echoing as the finger pumped in and out of her asshole.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sara's cunt was so hot and juicy she had to fuck . . . and right away.
The sounds of Kaye sucking on Phil's cock had turned the blonde on, making her cut hard and erect, making pussyjuice ooze to the petals of her cunt. And when she heard Phil cumming and the sucking sound of her best friend as she drank down the heady load of cum, Sara couldn't contain her excitement any longer.
"Marc, fuck me hard and fast," Sara hissed to her son as she pulled her car into the nightclub's parking lot.
Sara looked around the lot. There were plenty of other cars around, and plenty of people milling about outside. The likelihood that she would get caught fucking her own son was high, but right then and there no risk seemed too great so long as she got his monstrously long, thick, rock-solid cock reaming out her pussy.
"Now?" Marc asked, his head whipping around on his shoulders as he checked out the parking lot.
Sara twisted in the seat, kicking one foot up on the back of the front seat, placing her left foot on the floor of the car. She pulled her dress up, exposing her naked, assailable cunt.
"Now, Marc!" There was an almost pleading tone to Sara's voice. She had tried to sound commanding, but the incredible need to feel her son's cock driving into her pussy had turned that command into something more urgent, more desperate. "I need you inside me!"
Despite himself, Marc ripped open his pants and pounced on his mother's statuesque body. He felt her fingers curling around the shaft of his cock, her tits pressing against his chest as his weight bore down on her. The heat of her cunt, the moisture of it, surrounded his cockhead.
"Push!" Sara panted.
She felt his cockhead forcing her cuntlips apart. Catching her glimmering red bottom hp between her teeth, Sara almost came instantly as his long, red-hot prick lanced into her seething cunt, spreading the slick inner walls, driving into her relentlessly. He shoved almost all of his eleven inches into her pussy on the very first lunge. He pulled up momentarily and then launched himself at her again, this time not stopping until every turgid inch of his flexing, throbbing prick was being warmed and moistened by Sara's juicy cunt.
"Awwwwwww!" Sara groaned, wrapping her arms around her son's neck, holding him close as he fucked her, oblivious to the strangers that were now looking into the car, watching her fucking in the front seat. "Fuck me hard, Marc! Throw your cock into meeeeee!"
Sara felt like she was being stabbed. Marc jerked his hips up and down with machine-like speed and energy. He reamed her cunt with all of his cock, jamming it into her hungry, juicy cunt until his balls slapped against her quivering asscheeks. Even though his feet were up near the roof of the car and he wasn't particularly comfortable fucking in the front seat, all he could think about was how truly magnificent his mother's cunt felt as it surrounded his prick and how amazing her body was as it squirmed beneath his thrashing body.
With her cheek pressed against Marc's, his panting hot breath seared the blonde's soul. She squeezed his neck tightly, murmuring endearments to him as he huffed and puffed, throwing his torso down to drive all eleven powerful inches of his cock into her hot pussy.
Sara groaned, feeling her son's strong, heavily-veined shaft rubbing against her clit, sending hot new waves of pleasure sizzling through her body each time he shoved his cock into her cunt. Even though he wasn't squeezing her tits, his heaving chest rubbing against them through her dress and bra was sheer magic, adding fuel to the raging fire of lust that already threatened to sweep her away.
"Fuck me," Sara urged, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she concentrated only on the sensations that were going through her. She wondered if anyone was watching her fucking Marc, but dared not open her eyes for fear of breaking the erotic spell that she was now under.
Groaning and panting with exertion, Marc pumped his hips, driving his cock into his mother's crotch, sinking his cock into her pussy. Each time he slammed all of his huge prick into her cunt, he felt her bounce slightly on the seat's cushion.
Never before in his life had he ever pumped his prick into her with such energy, such fury. Marc pulled up until only the very tip of his cockhead was still separating Sara's pink, juicy cuntlips, then he threw himself at her, sliding between her spread thighs, sinking all of his cock into the sweet, bottomless depths of her cunt.
The jackhammering thrusts of cockmeat into her pussy tugged at Sara's pink cuntlips. She could feel her son's cockhead as it reamed deep into her pussy. Each time he threw himself down at her, sliding between her silk-encased thighs, he nearly knocked the breath from her lungs.
"Fuck me hard!" the blonde mother gasped breathlessly. "Oh, Marc! I love it when you fuck me hard!"
Though Sara would have liked to ask her son to pull his prick out of her pussy when he came so that she could feel his hot cum spurting through his shaft and onto her flesh, she knew that soon she would be inside the nightclub. If he came on her stomach, he would also cum all over her dress too. She didn't really care if he stained her dress with his cum, but she didn't want him to stain it right before they went in for a night of dancing.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Sara gasped, her mouth open slightly as she drank in refreshing air, feeling the tension in the pit of her stomach tightening, indicating that soon she would explode in a gushing tidal wave of pussyjuice.
This kind of hot, sexy fucking insured Sara would cum quickly.
Sara stroked her son's hair as he pumped his powerful, rigid cock hard and fast into her seething cunt. Her feet-one on the floor of the car, one up on the back of the seat-quivered and shook as her son's slender hips slammed into her crotch, his cock burying completely into her cunt, being engulfed by her hot, slick juices.
His mouth went to hers and they kissed hungrily, tongues darting from mouth to mouth. Sara shivered when she felt Marc's hand sliding up from her asscheek, slipping between their bodies, then moving over her left tit. His fingers burrowed into her tingling flesh, pinching her nipple through her bra and dress, heightening the wildly erotic pleasures that were sweeping her senses away.
"Fuck meeeeee!" she hissed, the sound high-pitched and agonized as pleasure built on top of pleasure.
All Sara could think about was how amazingly erotic she felt. Since fucking her son for the first time, her entire life had changed.
His prick jerked furiously back and forth, driving into her cunt, tugging at her pussylips. The broad, pulsating upper surface of his fiery prick rubbed against Sara's throbbing clit, sending jolting waves of raw, uninhibited ecstasy sizzling through her curvaceous body.
And then they came. Hard.
Sara bucked beneath her son, her churning hips squirming around on the front seat of the car to take his pounding prick into her cunt from different angles.
Pussyjuice streamed from the blonde's cock-filled cunt. She jerked her hips upward to meet her son's powerful thrusts, literally impaling herself on his fiery cock.
Fucking with all his might, Marc felt his mother's pussy contracting around his driving prick, squeezing his cockshaft tighter, more firmly. His hairy, cum-churning balls slapped against her warm, firm asscheeks each time he completely buried his prick into her pussy.
The pleasure was more than the teenager could take. Pitching his hips spasmodically, he slammed his crotch down between her thighs and began showering the inside of Sara's hot, sweet cunt with his thick spurts of cum.
"Arrrrrggghhhhh!" he groaned in blissful agony as his balls detonated endless eruptions of cum into Sara's massaging pussy.
Sara wasn't even finished cumming the first time when she started to cum again. The hot, slick blasts of her son's cum into her pussy was so heavenly that she was ripped apart by a second orgasm that was nearly as powerful and all-consuming as the first one.
"Fuck meeeeeee!" she wailed, helpless against the mind-blowing pleasure that fucking her son gave her.
After an eternity, Marc's body was finally limp on Sara's. They each gulped in air, completely exhausted with the harsh, satisfying fucking they'd just gone through.
With her arms still around her son's neck, Sara opened her eyes and gasped. What she saw, peering into the windows, was countless pale faces with wide eyes.
"We've got to get out of here!" Sara hissed, hoping everyone in the car was paying attention to her. She had no idea if Kaye and Paul were fucking in the back seat, but she hoped they weren't. "Come on, Marc! Get off me, damn it!"
With her dress up around the tops of her thighs, Sara fired up the engine and squealed out of the nightclub's parking lot, with the shouts of the young men and women who wanted the show to continue, ringing in her ears.
CHAPTER TWELVE
They were all laughing as they tumbled out of the car in Sara's driveway. Paul, who hadn't gotten his throbbing cock satisfied yet, had his prick standing out through the fly of his pants. He made no effort to hide it as they all went into the house.
"I can't believe that happened to us," Kaye said, a bewildered tone in her voice. "I've changed so much!"
"Don't worry about it," Sara answered quickly, putting her hand on her friend's arm and squeezing it reassuringly. "We had fun, didn't we? And besides, those kids needed a good show. Put them all in the right mood to hustle each other."
Kaye could still taste Phil's cum on her tongue. It had been fantastic to give him a blowjob while Paul fingered her asshole. But the incredible embarrassment she felt at sitting in the back seat, shouting for Sara and Marc to stop fucking, knowing they were so into what they were doing that they couldn't hear her, had been immense.
Paul stepped up behind his mother, his arms twisting around her body, his hands sliding inside her dress to squeeze her incredible tits. She moaned her pleasure, rolling her head back to that it rested on his shoulder, allowing his hands to roam wherever they wanted to.
"Damn it all, you make me so horny," she whispered. "When you touch my tits my cunt gets so hot and juicy I just can't wait to fuck you."
"Then let's fuck," Paul said, sounding much more calm than he felt.
Squirming a little, Kaye could feel her son's hard prick sliding back and forth against her asscheeks. Even through her dress and panties she could feel the heat of his monstrously thick cock. The hardness of his prick told Kaye that she was in for one hell of a good fucking.
He pulled her dress gently apart and Kaye's D-cup tits burst into view, the areolas large, round and light-brown. Her nipples were standing out proudly, hard and erect, tingling with lust. Paul grabbed them, rolling them softly as he worked his hips back and forth, rubbing his cockhead against Kaye's asscheeks.
"Mother, you turn me on like no woman can," Paul whispered, his face buried in her satiny auburn hair.
"I want to turn you on," Kaye answered, her breathing quickening as the perpetual ember of desire in her cunt was once again ignited into full flame. She reached behind her and wrapped her hand around the thick shaft of his pulsing, bone-hard prick. The touch of it made more pussyjuice ooze to the petals of her cunt, making her panties stick wetly to her.
They were just inside the front door, and Kaye wanted to go to the bedroom. She wanted to feel her voluptuous, naked body surrounded by her sons, to feel their cocks rubbing against her body, driving her crazy with lust.
Stroking Paul's bone-hard cock, Kay, moaned passionately. His hands were pinching and tugging on her nipples. Occasionally his fingers spread out and he squeezed her tits, sinking his fingers deep into the plush mounds of feminine flesh.
Kaye wondered where Sara, Marc and Phil were. She could hear them but not see them. Twisting sideways so that her hip was against Paul's prick, she finally saw what her blonde friend was doing. She was on her knees in front of Marc and Phil, who were leaning back against the front door. Sara's gorgeous face was gliding to and fro over Marc's huge prick. After a moment, Sara changed and started sucking on Phil's cock while she stroked her son's prick. It was an erotic sight and Kaye felt her cunt tighten up in response to the pleasure of it.
"Come on, Paul," Kaye said huskily, her throat tight with lust. "Take me up to Sara's bedroom. I've got to get your cock inside me before I go crazy."
Kaye grabbed her son's prick, holding him by his bone-hard cock as she led him to Sara's big bedroom with the huge bed. In a flash, she had stripped out of her dress and stood before him in naked splendor, his eyes drinking in the magnificence of her massive, creamy tits.
"Suck them," Kaye instructed, cupping her tits from the underside and raising them in offering.
Paul dipped his face down, opening his mouth wide, sucking one nipple and areola between his lips. He sank his teeth lightly into her tit and she writhed in bliss, shivering as his tongue whipped across her nipple.
"Precious . . . precious," Kaye purred, stroking on her son's cock as he took turns sucking on each nipple, making both tits hot, wet and excited. "You make me so happy."
Kaye pulled away from her son, allowing him to strip out of his clothes. She sat on the edge of the big bed, her tits billowing out from her chest, her knees brazenly spread wide to expose her. pink-lipped cunt.
Once naked, Paul stepped up to his mother, his huge cockhead leading the way. She raised her hands, placing them on his hips. He took another step forward and brought his prick-tip to her glistening lips.
"Suck me a little first," he sighed.
Kaye kissed his cockhead, then tilted her head back, looking up into his face. She rolled her tongue around the head of his prick, her eyes glazing over with the lust that was going through her. The taste of his cock made her cunt tingle even more fiercely than it had been.
"I love sucking your cock," she murmured, the words coming out indistinct because she was rubbing her lips against his cockhead as she spoke.
Paul pushed his hips forward and the conical tip of his prick forced his mother's lips apart. He watched the cockhead sinking between her red lips, filling her mouth, distorting her beautiful facial features. Her tongue was working over his cockhead. He shivered as her lips tightened around the shaft of his prick.
"Sooooo goooood!" he sighed.
Kaye rolled her head and shoulders back and forth, sucking on his cock, dragging her butter-soft lips over that part of his prick that she could fit into her mouth. She crooned softly, nibbling with her ovaled lips, feeling his cock vibrating between them, wedging her tongue to the bottom of her mouth.
Kaye was just getting into giving the blowjob when her son pulled his fiery prick out of her mouth. He grabbed her gently but firmly by the shoulders and pushed her backward so she lay on the bed, her legs dangling over the edge.
"Now I'm going to return the favor," he said softly, his eyes wide as he stared at his mother's juicy pussy. "Then I'm going to fuck you until you can't even stand up straight."
All Kaye could say was a muffled "yes".
Paul got down on his knees at the edge of the bed. He placed his hands on her thighs, spreading them further apart. Her cunt was wet with pussyjuice, making Paul's mouth salivate with anticipation.
"I'm going to eat your pussy," he said challengingly.
Kaye felt his lips against the inside of her knee, his hot tongue slithering against her skin, sending electricity sizzling through her body. She trembled, her tits spread out a little from gravity, tugged to either side of her body.
His tongue was just barely touching her red-hot clit, and Kaye groaned, her knees slapping together before being stopped by his hands.
"Don't tease me!" she gasped.
The boy stiffened his tongue and thrust it into his mother's hot, juicy cunt, spreading her pussylips. She jerked at the invasion, but he rode with her, keeping his tongue buried in her cunt as far as he could get it, mashing his nose against her fiery clit.
"Mmmmmmm!" Paul murmured, lapping at his mother's pussyjuice, dragging his slick tongue through her cuntlips until he was at her erect, tingling clit.
After fucking his tongue into her pussy several more times, Paul got to his feet.
"Paul, you're so ... " Kaye said, the words trailing off as Paul got on top of her, crushing her huge tits in his hands.
Reaching down, Kaye grabbed his throbbing cock, guiding it to the moist opening of her pussy.
"Push!" she gasped.
He threw his hips down at her crotch, burying most of his pulsating cock into her pussy, stretching her cuntlips wide with the incredible thickness of his prick. Beneath him, Kaye squirmed, releasing his cock, letting him ram all nine inches of his fiery prick into her sweet, tight, juicy cunt.
She pulled his face down to her own, kissing him hungrily on the mouth, thrusting her tongue between his lips. Kaye writhed in bliss on the bed, rocking slightly as the boy pummeled her, reaming out her pussy with all of his cock. She mewled softly, the tingles from her cut stronger now.
Sara, Marc and Phil walked into the bedroom. As soon as Sara was what was happening, she got on the bed beside the thrashing mother and son, spreading her legs and opening her mouth in lewd invitation to the two teenage studs who wanted her.
"Give me your cocks," Sara whispered huskily.
Phil straddled Sara's face with his knees, pushing his fiery prick down into her open mouth, sliding his cockhead between her glistening lips. As she tightened her lips around the thick shaft of his cock, Marc grabbed her legs and threw them up on his shoulders as he brought his own incredibly long cock to her pussylips.
Kaye broke the kiss, turning her face toward Sara, watching her lovely face being stretched and distorted by her own son's cock. Phil was fucking his hips up and down, feeding his bone-hard prick into Sara's mouth, shivering as her slithering tongue rolled around and around the end of his prick. "Yessssss!" he sighed as his blonde mother sucked with wanton abandon on his prick.
Kaye felt her son's tongue slip into her ear and she twitched all over from the feelings it gave her. His cock was rocketing in and out of her pussy, rubbing against her red-hot, bud-like clit, heightening her pleasure with each stroke. His hands manipulated her huge tits, pinching the nipples, burying deep into the plush mounds of feminine flesh.
"Squeeze them," Kaye purred, her ankles locked together at the small of Paul's back.
Paul squeezed both of his mother's tits harder in his powerful hands, throwing his hips down to sink his cock full-length into her cunt. Reaming out her pussy with all of his prick, he could feel her cunt muscles squeezing the shaft and head of his cock, heating up his already red-hot prick.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Paul groaned happily. "I can't take much more of this."
"Don't try to hold back," Kaye urged. "Cum, my darling. Give me your cum!"
Kaye tried to say more, to urge her son on, but her own blazing emotions carried her away.
Her clit exploded from the friction of the huge cock reaming out her cunt. She arched her back, lifting her son up, all her own weight and his resting on her heels and shoulders as pussyjuice streamed out of her cock-filled cunt.
Paul followed his mother's wild gyrations, pumping his hips like a machine, driving his thick cock into her pussy relentlessly. His hairy, cum-churning balls slapped against her asscheeks each time he pushed all of his prick into her cunt.
Her pussy tightened once more around his prick as more pussyjuice came out, and Paul began to shoot inside her. His hot, white blasts of cum showered against Kaye's cunt walls, splashing deep inside her pussy. Attacking her cunt with his cock, he stabbed his prick into her pussy as cum gushed through the long tube of his prick and jetted out of his pisshole.
"Arrrrrggghhhh!" he groaned as his balls slapped against her asscheeks, spewing out yet another heady river of cum which gushed into her cunt.
Kaye pulled her son close, his cheek pressing against hers as they struggled for breath. Every nerve in her body was tingling, electrified, capable of sensing the slightest stimulation. She stroked his powerful shoulders as his cock began to slow inside her cunt.
"Beautiful," she whispered. "You fuck me so beautifully."
Kaye turned her attention to Sara, who lay on the bed beside her, taking Phil's cock into her mouth and Marc's cock into her pussy.
"Mmmmmmmft!" Sara moaned, her head sinking a little deeper into the pillow as Phil shoved his cock between her red lips until his prick-tip was pushing hard against the back of her mouth.
Sara's arms were trapped at her sides by Phil's knees as she sucked on his cock, allowing him to fuck his turgid prick deep into her mouth.
Pushing his hips forward, Marc sank his throbbing cock to the hilt in his mother's sweet pussy. While fucking his cock into her cunt, he rubbed her tingling clit lightly with his thumb, watching his own prick sliding to and fro between her pink, clasping cuntlips.
"Ohhhhhh!" Marc sighed softly, pulling back until he could see the rim of his cockhead slip out between Sara's cuntlips. "You've really got a hot pussy!"
The two teenagers went at Sara, driving their lust-hardened cocks deep into her mouth and pussy. As he fucked her hot cunt, Marc turned his face to the side, kissing the inside of his mother's knee. His tongue trailed over her flesh, leaving moisture behind. Pushing his prick full-length into her hot pussy, he felt his balls itching.
It wouldn't be much longer before he would have to uncork his cock from her sweet cunt to shoot his load of cum on her curly blonde bush.
His cockhead rubbed against the roof of Sara's mouth. Her lips were stretching around the broad shaft of Phil's cock, and her jaws were beginning to ache from being forced so wide apart for so long.
"Mmmmmmft!" she moaned, her light-brown eyes turned up to Phil's face as he fucked her mouth with long, smooth strokes of his cock. Sara wished that she could take his cock deeper into her mouth, able to swallow its entire fiery length. But each time Phil put a little added pressure behind his cockhead when it was at the back of her mouth, she nearly choked on its jaw-stretching, unyielding length.
"That's it!" Phil moaned, grabbing the shaft of his cock, beginning to stroke it while the beautiful blonde flicked her tongue over his pisshole. "Suck my cock!"
Sara licked the end of the boy's prick, tasting a salty drop of pre-cum. She moaned again, louder than before, waiting for the eruptions to begin.
Drawing a hard suction on his cockmeat, Sara tongued the underside while Phil stroked the shaft. Her lips were stretched around his prickshaft, and sometimes as Phil pounded on his cock, he would accidentally jerk it to one side or the other, causing Sara's lovely face to become even more distorted.
"Ohhhhhh! Take it deep," Phil groaned, pushing his prick through his fist and Sara's lips, shivering as his cockhead rolled over her pink, slithering tongue.
It was difficult to concentrate on what she was doing. While Phil fucked his prick deep into Sara's hot, sucking mouth, nearly choking her, Marc was busy plowing his cock to the hilt in her hungry cunt. And to make the whole thing even more mind-boggling, he was rubbing her red-hot clit with his thumb, heightening her pleasure, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
"Mmmmmm!" Sara moaned, Phil's cockhead pushing hard against her tonsils. Her eyes misted over and she struggled to keep from gagging, but Phil seemed mindless of everything but his own pleasure and satisfaction.
Marc pumped his hips, driving his rock-solid cock into his mother's pussy, watching her cuntlips tugging on his prick. He stroked his ISO hands up and down her thighs, fighting against the pressure in his balls, trying to keep from cumming for as long as he possibly could.
He looked at Phil's naked asscheeks, wishing briefly that he could watch his own mother sucking on his prick. As Phil pumped his cock into her mouth, Marc's eyes trailed down from his asscheeks to Sara's jiggling, hard-nippled tits. He put a hand over her left tit, pressing it against her rib cage, feeling her firm flesh squeezing between his fingers.
"Goddamn it!" he cursed, not wanting to pump his hips faster but unable to control himself. "I'm going to cum! Ahhhhhhh!"
Sara closed her eyes in concentration, almost completely ignoring the hot, hard prick that seesawed between her lips. A moment later, she felt her cunt being emptied of her son's hard cock, and she knew what was going to happen next.
"Mmmmmmm!" Sara moaned.
The hot, pungent blasts of cum showered out of Marc's hugely swollen cockhead. Thick, gooey rivers of cream spewed out of the boy's cockhead, blasting against Sara's tingling cuntlips, smearing over her hard, erect clit.
The heat of the cum, its texture-all of it turned Sara on. With her lips nibbling on the cock that filled her mouth, Sara came, thrashing on the bed, her legs up on Marc's thighs as he jerked his hot wad of cum onto her cunt, asshole, thighs and stomach.
It wasn't until she started sputtering and a thick trail of cum ran from the corner of her mouth down toward her ear that Sara realized Phil was cumming. She opened her eyes, watching his fist riding to and fro over the shaft of his prick while his awesome, jaw-stretching cockhead gushed out salty cream on her slashing tongue.
"Mmmmmmm!" Sara moaned, drinking the boy's cum thirstily, her body twitching as the last spasms of her own orgasm shook through her.
Later, the five of them in bed together, Sara and Kaye kissed softly, tenderly.
"Now aren't you glad you finally are getting the cock that you need?" Sara asked Kaye.
"Yes," the big-titted woman replied. "And I suppose I've got you to thank for that."
Kaye kissed her friend again and drifted off to sleep.
