Baron DarkSide Fantasy No. 21D Double the Fun
Just as she was putting the final touches on a mountain of sandwiches,
she felt another pair of strong, young, cold hands grasp her around
the waist.
"Who could that be?" She asked, not even bothering to turn around.
"Just the delivery man, Ma'am," she heard Rick say in the same deep
voice, Timmy had used earlier.
"I don't recall ordering anything, Mr. delivery man," she laughed,
turning around to face her youngest son.
"Are you sure you didn't order anything?" He asked lecherously, his
rigid, throbbing penis jutting out hard and ripe in front of him.
"This just came Special Delivery for you."
"Oh, My, oh, My," she said approvingly, "I didn't order it, but I
don't see how I could turn down anything as pretty as it is."
"Why, Thank You Ma'am," he drawled slowly, "I sure didn't want to have
to handle it myself, if you know what I mean."
"Oh, No," she gushed, "that would be such a waste of a scarce
commodity, I could never let that happen."
Grinning from ear to ear, he reached out and grasped her around the
waist. Then, with one powerful lift, he plucked her up and set her
down on the cabinet. She was astounded every time she saw one of her
boys display their strength. Rick hadn't even grunted when he lifted
her and she was no light weight.
Sitting on the kitchen counter with Rick standing in front of her, she
found her wet, oozing pussy on a perfect level with his big, jutting
cock. This wasn't the first time she had been impaled on the kitchen
cabinet. Both of her sons had taken her there several times and they
both knew that with her on the cabinet, her pussy was perfectly
position for the taking.
Scooting back away from the edge of the cabinet for a moment, she
raised her long, curvaceous legs. Then with the grace of a ballerina
she slowly stretched her perfectly shaped legs out, gently lowering
them down onto Rick's shoulders. Resting her strong, muscular calves
on his shoulders, she hooked her heels behind his head and scooted
toward him, leaving a lewd trail of her wetness on the cabinet as she
did. Easing her salivating slit just past the edge of the counter,
she quickly spread herself open, readying herself to accept her son's
throbbing hardness. Smiling lecherously, she arched her back,
thrusting her big, ripe melons out at him.
Grasping his protruding maleness, Tim inched it toward the deep, pink
gash between her long, lovely legs. They both watched on with
perverse anticipation as he moved forward and gently slipped the big,
purple head of his cock into the wetness of her drooling opening.
"Special Delivery, Ma'am, and there's no postage due," he gurgled,
pushing himself into her waiting wetness.
"Ahhhhhhhh, That feels so, so good," she sighed as she saw the long,
thick column of meat disappear between the limp, fleshy lips of her
vagina.
Rick continued to feed his thick, heavy cock into her until his belly
finally thudded into the silken patch of soft, curly pubic hairs at
the base of her stomach. With all seven inches of his steel buried
inside her hot, clenching wetness, Rick stood motionless basking in
the ecstasy of the moment.
Finally, seeming a little reluctant to break the spell, he reached
around her legs and locked his hands behind her back, trapping her
with her lovely, tapered legs pointing straight up in the air.
Leaning forward, he bent her legs back even farther, leaving her even
more vulnerable to his magnificent love spear. Keeping himself buried
in the warm softness of her clinging womanhood, Rick leaned into her
and ground his mouth down onto her soft, full lips in a deep and
passionate kiss. Tonguing and kissing, they lovingly spared with each
other. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she finally felt his hips
move as his large ripeness quickly slid back down the wet, weeping
channel of her vagina.
Then, he paused for just a moment with only his bulging cockhead
inside of her. All at once, he suddenly sent his cock ripping back
into her again. It was such a powerful blow, her whole body shook.
She felt her son's belly slap into hers as he began to fuck her with
quick, deep strokes. Her obscene position left her delicate
femininity fully exposed to the savage hammering of her son's cock.
It also thrust her tingling clitoris down along the top of her son's
cock every time he entered her. As his cock flew in and out of her,
her clitoris was constantly being battered and scraped by his slashing
penis. This was rapidly driving her beyond the point of no return for
the sixth time.
Heather could hear her son's big, muscular thighs banging against the
cabinet door every time he drove his cock back into her. Inanely, she
hoped that he wouldn't damage the finish, but she couldn't bring
herself to stop him as he stroked her toward her climax.
Hammering his almost eternally hardened bone into her perpetually
weeping wound, Rick rocked back and forth, fucking her without
stopping for a full ten minutes.
Staring down at the point where their two bodies became one, she
excitedly watched his, heavy, bloated penis slithering in and out of
her deep, wet chasm of love. Heather had become so aroused again,
that her lovely pink cunt was once again pumping out juice by the
spoonful as usual. There was so much of it, she could feel it
dripping out of her pussy. Every third or fourth stroke, another
large splash of her juice spilled out of her and dripped down onto the
floor until the floor underneath Rick glistened with her overflow.
There was so much of it, she was afraid that he might lose his footing
and slip. But Tim seemed oblivious to the danger as he pounded his
cock into her furiously.
Both of them were moaning and grunting with pleasure and effort.
Reaching around him, she scratched and clawed at his back with her
long fingernails as they hunched their way toward another orgasm.
Suddenly, she felt her son's hips slip into another gear. His thrusts
became faster and more frantic until his cock was flashing in and out
of her like a runaway freight train.
"Come On, Baby, Let It Go, Please, Baby, Let It Go," she panted,
urging him on with her hands. "Fill, Mommy up, Baby, Fill Mommy's,
Pussy, With Your Hot Cream, Please, Baby, Let it, Go."
Hearing his mother's voice pleading with him, urging him to cum, Tim's
hips became a blur as he brutally assaulted her exposed vulnerability.
"OH, FUCK, BABY, OH, FUCK, IM CUMMMMMIIIINNNNNN," she screamed out in
ecstasy as she finally slipped over the edge and felt her body being
consumed by the fiery pleasure of another Incestual orgasm.
Just as she screamed, she felt the muscles in Rick's back clench and
stand out like steel cords as he drove his cock into her as deep and
hard as he could.
"AH, SHEEEIIIITTTT," he bellowed out as his cock burst inside her
burning ring of fire, sending gusher after gusher of thick, sticky boy
cream out into her aching cunt.
"Oh, God, I Love it," she moaned as she felt his cock jumping and
spurting inside her.
She fought to keep the pleasure flowing but almost as quickly as it
had begun, it was washed away, leaving her weak and physically
drained. Unable to move, they remained indecently locked together in
this most indelicate manner for several moments. Then when Tim
finally did take a small step back, his foot slipped on the puddle of
her pussy juice and he went sliding backwards. As he went sliding,
his cock popped out of her battered pussy and even more of slippery
juice and cum spewed out of her pussy down onto the floor as her legs
came crashing down. She watched on in horror as Tim fought to
maintain his balance. Arms flailing as he was about to fall, he
grabbed at the counter and caught himself just in time to stop his
fall. Leaning against the cabinet breathlessly, he slid up against
his mother and kept her from slipping off the counter top.
"My Goodness," she exclaimed, looking down at the gooey mess on the
floor, "we certainly made a mess, didn't we?"
"We sure did," he laughed, reaching over and grabbing a hand towel.
"But I sure had fun making it."
"So did I," she laughed aloud.
Bending over, he wiped up her drippings as she gingerly slipped down
off the cabinet.
"Wow," she exclaimed, holding onto the cabinet for support, "I don't
know if I can walk after that."
"I know what you mean," he laughed, standing up and tossing the towel
into the sink.
"Why don't you go ahead and take that platter upstairs to my bedroom,"
she grinned at him, "and I'll bring up some drinks when I can get my
legs working."
"Okay," he told her, picking up the tray, "but are you sure you're
going to be all right?"
"Of course. I'm okay," she laughed, "I'll be up in a few minutes."
Watching him walk out of the room, she was amazed by his endurance and
strength. Looking down at herself, she saw his thick potency still
leaking out of her as she realized that she had just had her sixth
orgasm of the day and it was only one o'clock. At this pace, she
thought, averaging one an hour, she would have twelve by nine o'clock
tonight if they boy's kept after her like they usually did. Sometimes
she liked to limit the boys to one time a day to teach them
discipline. But, today she was going to let them have their fill of
her and maybe she would limit them to one tomorrow.