Mom's hot lips

CHAPTER THREE

Something happened to her. She suddenly felt as if she were two persons. One of them struggled against the brute's massive strength. The other one had nipples sprouting against his thick chest and a pussy that was leaking a stream into her panties, even as her swollen cuntlips tried to wrap around the pole nudging at them.

She couldn't believe the rush of perverted desire through her body. She recalled a wisecrack someone had made to her after the night she was taped in Paul's motel: If it's going to be rape, you might as well, enjoy it.

She felt something like that. Feeling it was shameful and degrading. But it made her stop struggling with him. It made her shudder for a different reason when his big hands cupped the tight cheeks of her ass and pulled her pussy against his middle.

From the corner of her eye, she saw her son suck in his breath and change his position over Sally. He spread her legs wide and aimed his stiff cock and didn't stop this time.

Sally didn't try to stop him. She let out a whoop of glee and reached between her thighs and spread her cuntlips wide for Roger's cock.

"Fuck her, Dalton!" Sally cried. "I'm fuckin' this here boy! Oh, God, am I gonna fuck him!"

She lifted up with a yowl of readiness and rocked back on her spine. Her cuntlips sucked and quivered sloppily, and she nearly yanked Rogers' cock off his body in her rush to stuff it up her aunt. She let out a long, high growl as Roger's cock slid into her hole, sinking all the way into her oiled depths.

"He's fuckin' me, honey!" she wailed, flinging her arms and legs around Roger's body, cupping him and enfolding him completely.

Vera watched her son's naked butt pump up and down. She could see his cock running in and out of the girl's pussy. She imagined all the other girls he'd fucked, and she felt a trace of envy a bit of jealousy for all the fucking she'd missed this past year.

Her knees wavered and buckled and locked again. She felt Dalton's big cock sliding through the slippery goo at the crotch of her panties, and she imagined how be was going to spread her on the floor in a moment and stuff the big prickhead between her wet, tender pussylips.

Already, she could feel her cunt walls fluttering and squeezing around the incredible girth of it. And then she felt disgust-not for his plunging, spreading cock but for the way her shuddering body was anticipating it.

God, what was the matter with her! Paul-Paul, help me again!

Her panties rolled down over her round ass. His hands cupped her naked butt cheeks and rolled them. His prickshaft became fitted between her swollen, oiled pussylips, stroking under her crotch as if she were sliding along a greased pole.

She felt herself swept off her feet. Brutish arms carried her to the couch and laid her out. An animal puffed and snorted over her body, sucking her tits into its warm, wet mouth, over half of them at once.

Her pubes waved and tickled under the blasts from his nostrils, and his nails scratched at her thighs and butt as he pulled her panties down over her legs and off her feet.

She tried to get up. A big paw pushed at the middle of her chest and held her down. Another paw stroked up the insides of her thighs and cupped her wet pussy, even as he was pushing his own pants don and letting that big cock out all the way.

"No… no…" she whimpered, her mind denying the terrible need of her body.

She thought of the first time she'd been raped. This wasn't the same. Need took away some of the edge of fear. Besides, her son was with her this time, right over there where she could see him, plunging and fucking into the little brunette's pussy, slamming against her tight, tiny body.

And Paul was going to be coming home. Oh, God-he's going to see me fucking this big prick! He was going to see somebody else fucking her again. What would he think? What would he do?

Roger growled and yelled suddenly, and she looked at him. His body strained and stiffened. His butt quivered, and his cock plunged to its limit into the girl's pussy.

"Yaaaagh! I'm coming!" he shouted.

"Pour it into me, you sweet fucker!" Sally yelled back, lifting her hips high, sucking his cock and his boiling flow of sperm deep into her spasming pussy.

Vera whimpered and shivered, as if coming herself. It took her a moment to recognize the emotion inside her. And then she was horrified. She was writhing around just the way Sally was-as if her son's cock had just spurted into her pussy instead of Sally's. And she was accepting it!

"Ohhhh, God!" she moaned, flinging her arm across her eyes. It was all a bad dream, that's what it was. She'd wake up in a second, and Paul would be asleep beside her, and she'd go sneaking into the bathroom to masturbate her overheated body.

It didn't happen that way. Stars blazed across the backs of her eyes, and her body leapt into the air. Her pussy tissues shook and slapped together wetly as sensation coursed through her.

Whiskers scratched her tender thighs, high on the insides, and then it happened again. Only more. Dalton's tongue slobbered between her tight asacheeks, digging into the deep cleft. It rippled over her asshole and made it pulsate wildly as it swept up through the slippery tissues beneath her cunt mouth and then pried between her lips. The tip of it sank partway into her cunt hole before rasping up her drenched gash to flip the turgid, blazing root of her cit.

The stars came again and again as he lapped at her pussy and drank up her slippery flow. The heavy lips clamped against her silken flesh and sucked half her pussy between them, and she thought she would faint from the shamefully wonderful sensations he caused.

"Honey, honey, honey…" Sally crooned, sounding far off to Vera, as if she were speaking through a tunnel. "Dalton, honey, he flicked me. Roger fucked me and came inside me. Baby, his cock bubbled and squirted all up inside my pussy, but he didn't put the fire out. Oh, honey, nobody can put that fire out but you and your big dick."

Vera opened her eyes. She whimpered and bucked each time the searing tongue slurped up through her wet pussy tissues, and she watched the dark-haired girl crawling towards the couch on her hands and knees.

Sally hobbled slightly, because one hand kept going to her puny and twirling the flesh then, pulling it all out of shape as she massaged her cunt in masturbation, wanting something more than Roger had been 'V. to give her.

She held up her hand in protest, and sperm dripped from her fingers. "Dalton, honey, don't flick her yet. Put it in me, honey. God, I need that big cock of yours, Dalton. Ohhh, it was a crazy idea, wanting to trade. There's nobody can fuck like you, honey. Ohhhh, fuck your little wife's hot pussy, baby!"

Dalton didn't look at his wife. He snorted and blew and slavered all aver Vera's tender twat. His cock was roaring hard, thudding against the couch and her leg with each beat of his heart.

Roger came crawling up behind Sally and pawed at her butt like a dog ready to mount a bitch in heat. They reached the couch at the same time, and Roger paused in what he was doing with her to take a look at his mother.

His face went slack, his eyes wide. His gaze swept up and down her supine, writhing form. He saw the way Dalton's big hand covered one of her firm fits and rolled it on her chest. He saw the way his mother's slim fingers were cupping the other one and squeezing it full of tingling sensation that made-her nipple stretch from the tips

Roger blinked and shook his head as if some realization were trying to penetrate his mind. That was his mother lying there, pleading for help and moaning with desire at the same time.

That nipple sprouting towards him was the same one he had suckled nourishment from and pawed with tiny fingers. He could remember doing It could remember the sweet warmth spraying into his mouth from it.

He licked his lips and had a terrible desire to suck her nipple into his mouth again. Her torso twisted and flexed, and he shifted his gaze to her hips, the rounded line of her smooth butt cheeks.

He saw Dalton's head bobbing between her thighs, and then he watched the big tongue lick up the wet, satiny groove of his mother's cunt. Roger stared and sucked in his breath. The dark blonde fuzz was matted and wet and hiding nothing.

The puffy cuntlips were bloated and pink and spread wide by the tongue massaging them. The meat inside was slick and red. Roger watched it quiver with sensation. He watched Dalton's fingers pull the pussylips far aside to open her cunt hole, and Roger's cock throbbed with the strange passions running through him.

He'd come from that hole. He'd kicked and twisted around inside it, as if fucking her with his whole body, and he felt a terrible need to fuck as much of himself into her pussy again as he could.

Vera moaned with shame and bliss at the same time. Dalton was spreading her cunt mouth wider than it had ever been before, and he was plastering his thick lips over her wet ones to suck and draw and pump his tongue into her box.

Her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes popped open, because she knew she was going to come. She didn't want to come. It was as degrading as masturbating to come this way, with this ape. But she couldn't help it. Paid… she cried inwardly.

She saw her son staring at her, watching her illicit thrills raced through her body when she saw his expression and his raging hard-on aimed towards Sally's pouting butt.

He wanted to fuck her! He wanted to fuck his prick into the hole that had borne him!

"Roger…" she gasped softly, the sound ending in a tiny whimper.

He held his prick in his hand. He stared into his mother's eyes as he pushed forward and fucked the throbbing, hot shaft into Sally's juicy cunt. Be held the girl's hips in his hands and pumped back and forth into her box and gazed at his mother as if he were fucking her instead of the girl.

Vera gasped and gasped. She felt charge after charge sweep through her being, electrifying her. She couldn't believe what she was feeling. It was as if her son's cock were going into her pussy instead of the girl's. Every moan Sally let out was coming from inside her. Every twitch and quiver of her pussy was being caused, by her son's cock, not Dalton's sucking mouth. They stared into each other's eyes as it happened, and she knew she'd never been so thrilled in her life.

Sally seemed barely conscious of the fact that Roger had mounted her ass and was fucking her again. Her purpose was single-minded. She had her husband's monstrous cock in her hand and was pulling it towards her face, crooning and moaning with heat.

"Don't fuck her, honey. I need you to fuck me. Oh, Dalton, I want this big prick in my cunt!"

He continued to suck Vera's pussy. He twisted his hips slightly, and his huge cock speared towards his wife's face in unspoken command.

Sally opened her mouth wide aid plunged her head down, even as she was wriggling her ass around Roger's prick. She took the huge prick between her lips and pumped her tongue up and down the underside of the shaft while she sucked it farther and farther into her mouth, then into her throat.

Dalton gasped and barked into Vera's thighs, making her pussylips flutter wetly with the expulsion of air. He slurped and sucked faster and began to pump his hips.

Sally moaned with uncertainty, as if doubting she would be able to take all his fire hose load. Yet her ass rotated and weaved around Roger's prick, and her pussy milked his cock.

Roger pumped and pumped, his balls swinging up under Sally's crotch and splatting against the sodden tissues there. He continued gazing into his mother's eyes, and he knew that they were thinking and feeling the same things.

Vera watched her son's pace quicken and grow ragged with the approach of his orgasm. She couldn't rid herself of the feeling that he was ready to come inside her. Her cunt stretched and throbbed, and a whimper of shameful lust erupted from her soft lips.

Orgasm burst upon her. Her hips lifted, and her thighs spread wide. Her pussy mashed shamelessly against the sucking mouth, and the muscles and tissues inside sucked around the prick that wasn't there and yet somehow was.

She saw her son's mouth open and his hips mash against Sally's butt cheeks. Their eyes remained locked, even as orgasm pumped through her starved body and expelled jets of thick cream from his prick at the same time.

Sally's butt pinched and weaved and sucked and pushed. She took Roger's load into her cunt again and squealed in the back of her throat.

It was a muffled sound, plugged by Dalton's heavy cock. He let out a roar like a bull alligator in rut and founted into her throat, spewing his big load there. Sally swallowed and gulped, but she couldn't keep up with the heavy flow.

Sperm squirted from between her lips and sprayed Vera's thigh. It dribbled down Sally's chin and ran over Dalton's packed balls, but there was a grin of accomplishment on the girl's face anyway.

"Ohhhh, honey, I did it," she moaned. "I sucked that big prick off! Baby, tell me it was good. Tell me I did it right at last! Honey, I really learned how on Roger-how to get it into my throat like that. Oh, Dalton, I can suck your cock now, and we won't ever have to trade off again, will we?"

Dalton looked at her. His face was smeared with Vera's pussy juice. He wiped his hand through it and grabbed his wife by the back of the head and kissed her hungrily, their mouths smearing together under the lubrication of sperm and pussy juice.

"Yeah," he grunted breathily. "But you got flicked by him. I want my turn with her, baby."

"NQ, honey, don't. Take me home and give that wonderful prick to me! Fuck my cunt with it, not hers!"

Dalton looked at his wife. He glanced at Vera's open, pink cunt. He patted Sally on the head and half pushed her away, moving to cover Vera's body. "No!" Vera cried, eyes bulging at the sight of his huge cock, still stiff, now drooling out the last of his load Sally hadn't been able to handle. It traced across Vera's thigh, leaving a warm string shining there.

Roger watched the ape mount his mother, and his heart pounded in his chest. "All right, Dalton, that's enough. Everybody got flicked. The trade's over. Even your wife doesn't want you to fuck her."

Dalton turned his head and growled menacingly. He held his cock in his hand and turned back to Vera when Roger wilted at the threat. He slipped the big head between her slippery cuntlips and ran it up and down her gash, smearing it with cum. "Oh, God…" Vera gasped. Her pussy jumped and spasmed. It betrayed her. It begged for the huge cock while her emotions rejected it. "Roger, stop him!" she whimpered. "Don't let him fuck me, honey! Stop him, and I'll let you fuck me instead!"