Janet couldn't have been more shocked. She sat very still, listening to her best friend and son talk about their plans to many. As they sat beside each other on the sofa, she noticed that Billy had his hand stuffed between Barbara's legs. The wet slurping sound of his lingers pumping in and out of her cunt made Janet a little jealous.
But seeing the look of joy in their faces brought out the best in Janet. She really couldn't be anything but happy for them. After some more thought on the matter, she decided that having Barbara Foster as a daughter-in-law could be a real blast. Especially when she saw how her son had trained the horny bitch.
Barbara was obediently quiet, letting Billy do most of the talking. She was wearing a special leather dress that Billy had picked out for her. It fit like a second skin, cupping the fullness of her big tits and outlining the rounded perfection of her firm buttocks. The dress emphasized the lushness of Babs' body more than hiding anything.
"It's as simple as that, Mom," Billy concluded, still playing with his lover's sopping cunt. "Barbara and I are in love, and we're gonna get married."
Janet would have objected to their plans if she thought it would keep Billy's prick for her exclusive use. But she knew that was impossible. She could tell by the look on Barbara's face, and by the way she cuddled her cunt hard against the boy's probing hand. They were in love, and Janet knew that she was going to have to live with the problem. And hopefully, get in on some of the fun.
"When do you two want to get married?" Janet asked, her mouth watering at the sight of Barbara's cunt juices overflowing her cunt and running don Billy's fingers.
"Just as soon as we can," Barbara cooed, thrusting her hips forward harder as she felt the first rumbling of her approaching orgasm. "I want him all for myself," she added, reaching over to fondle Billy's prick possessively.
Janet was hurt by Barbara's words. She tried to hide her feelings behind a phony smile. Her son and his bitch would have noticed that she was hurt, if they hadn't been so busy fingering each other.
Janet fought back the tears, sitting there watching Babs undo the front of her son's pants and pull his fat dick out into the open. Her lips trembled as she imagined sucking the thickness of his tool down into her mouth, its bloated head caught in the tightness of her throat.
"Well," Janet managed, "I think that's just wonderful. I don't know what your father is going to say, but I'll do what I can," she told her son, trying to make the best of the situation.
"What the fuck do I care about him and what he thinks?" Billy asked, unbuttoning the front of Barbara's leather dress. "He can just go shove it up his ass, for all I care," he continued, his tramp's tits spilling out the front of the undone garment.
"What's Jack's cock like?" Barbara asked, thinking that it might be something that she could dig.
"Shut up, you fuckin' whore!" Billy laughed, slamming the back of his hand across her face.
Billy's attitude was playful, but his blow sent Barbara sprawling on the sofa. Janet was shocked by the slap her son delivered to his fiancee without the slightest provocation. She could see the way Barbara encouraged his sadistic behavior. She was lying on the sofa, panting like a dog in heat, lust burning in her bitch-eyes.
With her tits hanging out, Janet could see the black-and-blue spats that Billy had inflicted on the beautiful woman. His rough treatment was another thing that she was jealous of Barbara for. She loved it when he beat her while they came together.
Barbara's dress was still hiked up around her waist from the finger-fucking that Billy had given her. She was not wearing panties, and she delighted in showing off her naked cunt, all hot and dripping, to her best friend. She knew that Janet's mouth was watering for a lick of her cunt.
Billy slapped Barbara around a little more, knowing how hot it would make his horny slut. The sound of his bare hand slamming against her bare skin was thrilling.
Janet was wearing a light sweater and a pair of jeans, and she felt rather overdressed. Hooking her fingers around the hem of her top, she yanked it over her head and tossed it into a far corner of the room. Her ripe boobs flopped into view, her throbbing nipples dark and hard.
Billy looked over to see his mother getting undressed, and he was pleased. Having both Barbara and Janet for his sex games was like having his cake and eating it, too.
Barbara noticed Janet getting in on the act too, and it bothered her a little. She really wasn't interested in sharing her stud with anyone. And that included the boy's horny mother. But Babs was smart enough not to say anything. She could see the excitement in Billy's face as Janet stripped, and she wasn't about to deny him his pleasures.
Billy reached up for his mother. She quickly stepped closer, letting him sink his strong fingers into the fullness of her ripe cans. His free hand grasped one of Barbara's boobs and he yanked those two hunks of meat together. Laughter spilled from his lips as he rubbed their throbbing nuts together. He felt the tips of both breasts getting harder and harder.
A chili raced through both Barbara and Janet's bodies as Billy bent forward and began kissing their tits. His mouth went wild, and he was soon using his sharp teeth on their sensitive skins. The sound of his wet, slavering mouth filled the room.
"Go baby, go!" Janet moaned, responding to the brutal treatment of his teeth on her tits. "I can feel that all the way dawn in my sopping cunt."
"I'm glad you like it, tramp," Billy told his mother, trapping her nipple between his teeth and biting down extra hard.
Janet's painful groan made Barbara's pussy cream. The sound made her asshole lust for Billy's thick shaft of cockmeat. It made her mouth hungry to be raped.
Billy bit down on his mother's nipple with a vengeance. He rolled the nipple around on his tongue, savoring the taste of it.
Barbara loved the taste of her best friend's tits, too. As a matter of fact, she enjoyed it almost as much as the cum that spurted from a handsome stud's cock. Her mouth was watering as she watched Billy gobbling Janet's tit.
Barbara couldn't just sit there and watch the fun without joining in. Bending her head down low, she wrapped her lips around the throbbing nub of dark, hard flesh. With a wanton grin curling up the corners of her mouth she sucked away at the woman's boobs like her life depended on it.
At that moment, Janet was happier than she could ever remember being. With both Billy and his mother feeding away at her tits, she felt totally satisfied. Their hungry lips sent chills racing through the woman's body.
Billy enjoyed watching Barbara worshiping Janet's boobs, just as much as he always did. He loved looking into their faces as they thrilled to their perverted, lesbian lovemaking.
Even though he was more than enjoying himself fucking his mother's big boobs, the lusting stud couldn't ignore the fat dick throbbing between his strong legs. Barbara's naked cunt was right there, ready to take care of the burning in his aching, hairless balls.
Pulling his mouth from Janet's breast, he grabbed Babs' legs and spread them apart just as far a he could. Her cunt looked beautiful, all wet and steaming, waiting to be fucked. Billy knew he had just the dick to do the job.
Janet was sorry to lose her son's mouth sucking away at her tits, but she understood what was going through his mind when she saw the sexy pussy-show Barbara was putting on for him. Her son had a horny cock, and she was sure the sight of that dripping snatch was making his cum-filled balls knock together.
Janet decided it was high time that she began acting like a helpful mother-in-law. She pushed Barbara off her boobs, and made the sexy bitch get ready for the sound fucking that Billy was about to deliver.
Still wearing her tight pants, Janet knelt down beside the sofa. She took Billy's cock in her right hand and began stroking Barbara's cunt and throbbing clitoris with her left. Every once in a while, she rubbed the cunt juice up and down the length of the teenager's burning shaft.
"All right, Mom," Billy laughed. "You can take care of both of us!"
"Sounds good to me, sugar," Janet replied, bending over to plant a kiss on the bloated head of Billy's prick, then ran her tongue up the length of Barbara's trembling pussy lips.
Billy snuggled deeper into Barbara's crotch. He moved in until the blunt tip of his tool was kissing her fucked-out cunt. He could feel the sticky warmth of her sex-cream seeping into his tiny pee-slit.
Janet felt very much in command of the situation. Her fingers working up and down the length of Billy's dick pressed the tip of the tool to Barbara's hot and ready clitoris. She saw her best friend responding to the touch of the boy's fuck-machine.
Billy let his mother run the show for a little. He was enjoying her control at the moment, and wanted to make her feel important. He wanted to avoid jealousy and hard feelings between his mother and his future wife. He knew that controlling them both would be easier if they felt as though they were in the same boat. They were both going to be slaves to his wishes, and he wanted to treat them equally.
At that moment, an the other side of town, Betty was helping Jack Taylor into his car. They had just come from a lunch that had begun at one o'clock in the afternoon. In the past nine hours, they had fucked and sucked more times then either could remember.
Betty and Jack were both blind drunk. The sexy young secretary didn't think it was a good idea for her boss to go home alone. She had a vision of him falling asleep in the lobby of his building.
"Listen, sweetheart," Betty said, leaning back against Jack's hand as he felt-up her asscheeks, "my place is really close. We could catch a cab and be there in a minute," she continued, moaning with pleasure as he traced the length of her asscrack against the tight skirt she was wearing.
"I gotta go home, honey," Jack slurred suddenly digging his strong fingers into her right buttock. "There are some things I have to pick up for the meeting in the morning. If it wasn't for that…"
Betty's yielding body always turned Jack on. No matter how many cunts he stuffed, her wiggling twat always looked good. Her submissive attitude and wild figure were the reasons. Janet, his wife, had gotten a little too demanding in the last few years, he thought to himself. And at the age of thirty-nine, he didn't feel her twat could compete with the twenty-year-olds that his dick had become used to.
Ever since opening his own agency, Jack's supply of horny tramps was inexhaustible. And so was his cock! Knocking off a whole roomful of secretaries was a breeze. He made it a point to go to the studio any time a commercial with a pretty model was being shot. He always enjoyed the actress' gratitude for the work.
"You'll never make it by yourself," Betty said sternly, her head wobbling drunkenly from aide to side as she spoke. "I better make sure you don't get yourself lost, and call us a cab," she told him, wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling her tits up against his chest.
As drunk as he was, Jack could feel Betty's nipples through the thin shirt he was wearing. The feel made his mouth water for a bite of her fat melons. He liked the idea of her taking him home in a cab. It gave him another chance to shoot a load of boiling cum down her throat. He hoped that she could find a nice big cab, so there'd be plenty of room on the floor between his wide open legs.
"I'm in your hands," he told Betty, pressing his hardening cock against her firm thigh.
There weren't many people on the street at that hour, and Betty had her choice of cabs at the corner. Instinctively, she chose one of the larger ones. She realized how drunk she was when she couldn't get the door open. The driver didn't make a move to help, and Jack was much too loaded to even know what the hell was happening.
"Thank God," Betty said, getting both her and her boss into the cab and closing the door behind them.
She gave Jack's address to the driver and then turned her attentions back to her half-unconscious boss. Betty was shocked to see his prick standing tall and erect through the open fly of his pants. He had pulled his prick out into the open without her realizing it. His swollen cockhead glistened with a drop of cum. Even in the shadowy darkness, she could see how red his blood-filled tool was.
"Well, look how sneaky you are," she giggled, reaching out to play with his erect dick.
Pressing the tip of a finger to his pee-slit, she scooped up that drop of cum and brought it to her lips. With an elaborate lick of her tongue, she enjoyed its salty taste. Wet sucking sounds came from deep in her throat as she sucked her finger nice and clean.
"You're not that easy to please, are you?" Jack asked, taking hold of his cock and shaking it at her, "There's a whole lot more where that came from," he boasted.
"You're very one out, aren't ya!" Betty implied, dropping down to the floor of the cab. "That's just one of the nice things about working for you baby," she told him, bending down and pressing a hot kiss to the very tip of his prick.
"What's another?" he asked, jabbing his dick at her sensuous mouth.
"This, you big-cocked fucker," she snarled, ramming the full thickness of Jack's cock down her throat.
The steaming heat of Betty's mouth made Jack's shaft swell even more. He could feel his hairy balls bouncing against her chin. She was a good cock-sucker, and made sure that her lover's prick was always nice and wet.
The cab driver couldn't keep his eyes out of the rear-view mirror, but because of the partition between him and the back seat he couldn't see much of anything. His snooping didn't bother Jack and Betty in the least. They were too drunk and much too caught up in their own actions to worry about what the old bastard behind the wheel was doing.
Betty's hands reached into Jack's open pants to play with his balls. She was pleased to find that her saliva had dripped down, bathing the delicate spheres. She ran her fingertips over his burning skin, thrilling him with the light touch of her sharp nails.
"That's good, baby," Jack told the woman, reaching down to grasp her head in his hands.
Holding her face tight, Jack began pumping his dick in and out of her mouth. Saliva dripped from the corners of her straining lips as her boss plowed his shaft faster and faster. She was having a hard time breathing, but her sucking mouth never missed a beat.
Jack was so drunk he slid down from a sitting position, but he never let Betty's head slip from between his sweating thighs. Every once in a while he forgot where he was, but he never forgot where his cock was. His obedient secretary was making sure of that.
"Let's go, bitch. Suck me off. Suck me harder, slut!" Jack commanded, thrusting his hips forward with each word.
When the filthy words spilled from his mouth, the cabbie really got interested. He had suspected what was going on, and Jack's vivid descriptions confirmed his thoughts. The driver almost slammed his cab into the back of a bus trying to squirm around and see what was happening.
Betty knew what was happening, even though her eyes were closed. After all, it was her mouth that Jack was raping. She gasped for breath whenever she could, but Jack's powerful hold made it very difficult.
"I'm cumming, whore," Jack bellowed at the top of his lungs. "Suck up every drop of cum, slut. If you lose any of it, bitch. I'll bust your fuckin' ass in. I swear to God I will," he screamed, ramming his cock into Betty's hot mouth just as deep as it could go.
Jack's screaming attracted attention from passing cars and trucks. But the doors of the cab were high enough to block the view of everyone except for a load of people in a city bus that pulled up alongside. Still, Betty and Jack were totally oblivious to the cager stares of the shocked riders.
With her lips sucking his prick, her tongue lashing his cockhead, and her fingers playing with his aching balls, Jack couldn't delay his climax any longer, no matter how hard he tried to prolong the wonderful sensations.
The onrushing flood of semen spurred Betty on to the heights of cock-sucking ability. Though it was difficult, she made good the command not to lose a drop of her boss' precious cum. His hot load splashed down her throat, into the waiting fires of lust burning in her belly.
Betty sucked cock like a madwoman. Even after Jack's cock had gone soft, she was still sucking the shit out of it. She literally sucked him until his balls were dry. A satisfied smile curled up the corners of her mouth as she slipped from between his athletic legs into a puddle on the floor of the cab.
"That was good, bitch," Jack said drunkenly, trying to stuff his prick back in his pants when he realized that the cab was almost at his home.
The suck job she gave her boss had sobered Betty up a little, but she was still too smashed to be able to find her way off the floor. As he zipped up the front of his pants, Jack used Betty like a footstool, and she didn't mind in the least.
"Here it is," Jack said to the driver as they pulled up in front of his apartment house. "Stop here, damn it," he said angrily, pissed that the cabbie had driven pest the lobby of his building.
"What the fuck are you all steamed up about?" the cabbie said. "You just got your dick blown, not me. I'm the one that should be bugged, for Christ sakes!"
Jack completely ignored the fat slob in the front seat of the cab. He dropped a few dollars into the money drawer in the partition. Climbing out, he kicked Betty in her ribs, but didn't even bother to say he was sorry.
"Let's go, slut," Jack told his slave, holding out a hand to help her to her feet.
Up until that moment, Betty assumed that she would just drop her boss off at his place and continue on to her awn apartment further uptown. She never expected him to ask her up to his place. Maybe he thought they had gone to her place, she thought to herself. Either way, she didn't intend to pass by another chance to get her hands on his prick.
When Betty climbed out of the cab, her mini-skirt remained bunched up around her waist. Her black-nylon cunt-soaked panties were dearly on display. When she started to straighten herself out, Jack slapped her hands out of the way. He liked the way she looked, like a fucked-out whore that he had picked up on Forty-second Street.
Betty wasn't crazy about parading around with her sopping pussy hanging out, but she didn't intend to go against her boss' wishes. Jack had shown just how obediently he liked his women to act, and she had no eyes for a beating. Not right there in the middle of the street!
Jack led the way into the building, looking over his shoulder every once in a while to make sure that Betty's cunt was still on view. He knew how embarrassed she must feel, and he thought that was the funniest thing in the world.
The doorman that let Betty and Jack into the building could hardly believe his eyes. She was swinging her hips in slow, inviting circles, knowing just how her boss liked her to act. She smiled wantonly, seeing the lump of hard flesh sticking up uniform his leg. His dick pushed the front of his out like a tent, and Betty found herself wondering just how big the stud's prick really was.
Of course, the doorman said nothing. Standing to the side as they passed, he inhaled the erotic aroma of Betty's perfume mixed with her cunt-juice. As she passed by, she let her hand brush across the front of the doorman's pants. She felt how hard he was against the back of her hand.
As they walked to the elevator, the doorman really got an eyeful. The nylon bikini panties didn't hide her ass any more than it hid her pussy. He could see the deep crack of her ass running the length of those firm mounds. He imagined what a sweet, tight whole was hidden deep in that dark crack. At that moment, he envied Jack Taylor more then any other man in the entire city, if not the world.
Standing in front of the elevator, Jack slipped his hand under the elastic waistband of Betty's panties. He shoved his hand down her asscrack, the tips of his fingers seeking out the puckered ring of her anus. He had little trouble finding the familiar target.
The doorman thought his cock would explode when he saw Jack Taylor shove his hand down that beautiful woman's panties. Even from across the room, he could hear the loud moan the tramp made when her escort pushed a finger up her shitbox.
When the elevator door slid open, the horny, drunk couple quickly climbed in. When she turned around, Betty stared right into the doorman's face. She pushed her cunt out towards him as she licked her lips. It was obvious how turned-on he was, and she enjoyed every moment of it until the door sild closed and brought down the curtain on her whorish performance.
"Where's your wife tonight, baby?" Betty asked, licking his lips lightly with the very tip of her hot tongue.
"I guess she's home," Jack replied, his words still thick from all the booze that he had consumed that afternoon.
Betty still couldn't figure out whether or not Jack knew where he was. He didn't seem quite as drunk as he had a little while before. She was beginning to think that her handsome boss knew just what the hell he was doing.
Billy moved the little engagement party into the bedroom. He had his mother strip off her pants to make it easy to fuck her any way he felt. Barbara's black-leather dress was in a soft puddle in a corner of the room. The only thing his fiancee was wearing was an elaborate harness made of belting leather.
Billy was on his second load of the night. And he couldn't think of a better place to shoot it than his mother's asshole. And Janet couldn't think of a place that she would rather have bathed than her steaming shitbox.
Barbara positioned herself so that her head was between Janet's legs and her mouth flat against her best friend's pussy. She would rather it be her own asshole that Billy was plowing, but she had to admit that she was enjoying Barbara's suck-hole.
Nothing seemed strange to Jack when he unlocked the door and stepped into hit apartment. He wasn't even bothering to think of Italy to tell Janet. He was hot for Betty's cunt, and he wasn't about to pass it by. He made up his mind that if his wife didn't like it, she could just shove it up her ass for all he cared.
Jack assumed that Janet was home when he saw all the lights on. With an arm around Betty's tight waist, he led the way into his living room. He was surprised when he didn't see her sitting on the sofa, waiting for him.
Betty was the first to notice the bits of clothing strewn all over the place. She also noticed the pills and half-smoked joints on the tables beside the sofa. Things were getting more and more interesting by the minute.
"What the fuck's going on here?" Jack asked himself, suddenly hearing noises in the other part of the apartment.
Betty immediately knew what was happening. Her boss' wife was having a little fun while the old man worked late at the office. Betty knew that there would soon be fireworks, and she was wondering how Jack would explain her presence. She knew his stow would be good.
Jack still had his arm around Betty's waist and her skirt was still bunched up over her ass as they headed for the bedroom and the noises that they heard. Jack was getting angry, while the bitch at his side got more and more turned-on by the whole scene that was opening up before her eyes.
Jack pushed in the bedroom door and stood frozen in his tracks. Neither he nor Betty could ever ban expected what they found. There was Jack's son, pistoning his cock in and out of his mother's asshole, while a friend of the family squirmed beneath Janet's thrashing body.
Betty's drunken reaction was simple. She wanted to join the fun just as soon as she could. Of course, she waited for her boss to make the first move. She certainly didn't think that Jack would pass up an orgy like that.
It took Jack a long time to figure out his own feelings. His first reaction was rage, but that quickly subsided. It was difficult blaming his wife for not being faithful while he still had his hand around Betty's lush, freshly-fucked body.
And it was hard for Jack to consider his wife cheating since it was his son's dick shoved up her asshole. He always had dug Barbara Foster's body, and the leather harness that she was wearing was certainly a turn-on.
Billy was staring right into his father's face, and he was smiling. The teenager knew there was nothing his old man could do when he saw the cunt-juice wiling down Betty's inner thighs. In fact, the boy had to admire his father's taste in pussy. Billy was already wondering how long it would be before he slipped his hot dick up into the pretty young slut's twat.
"Look who's here," Billy told his mother, ramming his cock up her ass extra herd.
Janet looked over her shoulder and would have shit in her pants if Billy's dick hadn't been, rammed all the way in. In all the excitement of hearing about her son's coming marriage, she had completely forgotten about watching the clock.
Billy's cock gave his mother courage. Every time he shot his hips forward, there was nothing she could do but shove her ass back to meet his thrust. When she looked up into Jack's eyes, she saw lust and passion burning in them. It was the first time she had seen him turned-on in years.
"Janet," he exclaimed, his voice cracking, "explain this… this thing. Explain it," he insisted.
"What does it look like, bastard?" she replied, grunting as she smashed herself back against her son's thrusting dick. "You haven't been particularly interested in me for the last few years," she told him, enjoying the boy's prick to the fullest. "Billy's just taken your place, that's all," Janet laughed hysterically, bouncing her crotch and ass between her son's dick and her best friend's mouth.
"Don't sound so indignant," Betty told her boos, reaching down to grab his stiffening prick that was growing bigger and stronger as Jack stood watching his wife getting her ass reamed by his son.
"I guess… I guess you're right," Jack finally admitted, a broad smile spreading from car to ear as his secretary unzipped his pants and pulled out his horny prick.
"Sure, dad," Billy began. "Relax, we're keeping it all in the family. Barbara and I are getting married."
Jack was in a state of shock. The idea of his eighteen year old son marrying a woman more than twenty yeas older, a woman who at that moment was sucking the shit out of Janet's twat, was almost more than the boy's father could handle. Luckily, Jack's secretary was there to help smooth things over.
Betty was getting a little tired of just standing by watching. She was the kind of a bitch that liked to get down into things. She couldn't take her eyes off Barbara's naked cunt. The woman was throwing her body around in every direction while sucking on Janet's orgasming twat.
"Come on, dad," Billy continued, "why don't you join in on the action? You don't know what you're missing…" Billy pushed his dick deeper and deeper into his mother's shitbox.
"Share and share alike, huh Billy?" Betty asked, her fingers already undoing the waistband of her skirt.
Betty sensed that her boss' son was in command and she turned her attentions toward him. She wanted to get fucked, and his cock would do the job nicely. She also wanted to taste his whores cunt and run a hot tongue up his mother's ass after he shot his load.
Betty was naked and climbing into the bed with Billy, Janet and Barbara before Jack could say anything. His secretary was hugging Babs' firm thighs as she sucked the woman's cunt. The younger woman's tongue found its way down the crack of her new friend's asshole, and she was sucking away in delight.
Nobody on the bed saw Jack turn away and leave the room. Nobody really cared what the hell he was doing. Billy had dick enough for all the women, and they knew it. Betty found it very natural to join the boy's financee and another in taking care of his needs. And the teenager loved the idea of another slave to carry out his horny commands.
When Jack returned, the old sadistic glint was back in his eyes and a white-leather bullwhip hung from his powerful fingers. The big-cocked stud wasn't about to let anyone take cunt away from him, especially his own son!
Billy couldn't believe what was happening as he watched the whip sail through the air. It lashed into his chest, leaving a burnt strip across his hairless skin. Before he had a chance to recover from the first blow, Jack let the lash fly again, tearing across his smooth back.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Billy screamed, holding up his hand to block the third blow.
"Shut the fuck up, you stupid little piece of shit," his father answered, striking him again and again.
Billy fell back off his mother's bucking asshole and the blows began failing on Janet's perspiring body. The whip rang out as it bit into her firm flesh. The tip of the bullwhip stung her tits and stomach, bringing tears of joy to her eyes.
Brandishing the whip like a pirate, while tearing his pants off, Jack jumped onto the bed. By that time, he was whipping all three women equally while his son sulked in a corner of the room, watching all the fun his father was having.
Jack's actions turned all those sluts on. Janet climbed between his legs and began worshiping his throbbing dick. Betty crawled around to the dominant stud's asshole and began running her tongue up and down the length of his hairy, deep crack.
"When a real man turns up, you fold, huh kid?" Jack teased his son. "Come here and take your punishment like everyone else. If you're good, I'll let you try this whip out later."
Billy knew a good deal when he hard it. Living with his father wouldn't be so bad, as long as he got free use of his mother's body, the boy thought to himself as he crawled under the lash of his dad's whip. As a matter of fact, he was sure that he could get his father to introduce him to some of those trampy bitches that he kept all for himself at the office.
Jack was proud when his son came and took his punishment like a man. In the coming years, he knew that he and Billy would be growing closer. That was something to look forward to, considering what a chip off the old block the teenager was.
But Janet was happiest of all. As her husband's dick exploded in her mouth, Janet knew that her boring, lifeless days were a thing of the past. With both Jack and Billy and Barbara, she knew she would fuck her way to a nice old age!