"You just grab it like I have," Janet instructed.
Amy reached over, placed her hand above her mother's on Carl's thick prick, thick like a rolling pin.
"Ah, yeahhhh." Carl yelped. "Wheewwwww, jeeeeeez, Mom!" Amy whispered. "It's squishin' stuff!"
"I know. He's a bad boy."
Thick, hot cream spilled onto Amy's hand. She looked at the head of his cock, the way it bubbled and fizzed, the way the cream poured out, almost like the Dairy Queen machine when she ordered a swirl top.
"Oh, girls, girls, ladies, ladies!" Carl bellowed.
His brick-hard prick bulged in their hands. He came. A fountain of cum spat from his cock. A huge stream of cream splashed up high into the air.
"Mom, look!" Amy gasped.
"Oh, you bastard, Carl!" Janet barked.
"I'm cummin'!" Carl cried.
"Mom, look!"
"I know, dear. Pump with me on it, let's let him fizz it all out. That's what he wants."
Mother and daughter jerked the hard cock, their hands in time, pushing and pulling the thick prick. Carl leaned back and let them milk him dry.
He shot off a wicked load, the cream splattering all over, some on Amy's legs, some on Janet's legs. A hunk of thick cum hit Amy on her thigh above the nylons, then dripped down off the side onto the couch. "Jeez, wow!" Amy gulped.
"I know, he's really cummin', really shootin' off!" Janet remarked.
"Ah, ohhh, shitttttt!" Carl wailed.
When they had drained him, Amy and Janet let go of Carl's prick. He huffed and puffed.
Janet went to the kitchen and came back with a wash rag. She cleaned Carl's cock, then Amy's hand, then her own hand.
"That was soooo nice!" Carl whispered. Janet finished wiping and cleaning his prick with the warm wash cloth, but Carl's prick did not wilt. The cock-shaft was swollen even bigger now, and it seemed harder. The long, hard cock stood up proud and demanding, still thumping and wobbling.
The camera had stopped clicking. It had shot its load too.
"Okay, you can go to your room now, Amy," Janet said.
"No, no. Wait!" Carl protested. "What?"
"I want her to stay."
"She did what you wanted, even more, Carl," Janet said.
"I wanna suck her pussy!"
"Now you are getting out of line, Carl! Not my daughter, you don't. She's only a freshman in high school, for God's sake!"
"I wanna!"
"Mmm, mmm," Janet mumbled, shaking her head no.
"You know I'll pay more."
"I don't care."
"I'll pay another five hundred." Janet paused, looked over at Amy. Amy was figuring in her head. So far he'd popped for an extra fifteen hundred. That would make seven hundred fifty more for Amy.
"I dunno," Janet said.
"Let Amy decide," Carl urged. "Honey, I'm not gonna let him do anything you don't want him to do…"
"It's okay, Mom. I'll let him." Carl heaved a sigh of relief. "God, I can't believe we're doin' this. You are naughty, Carl. Isn't he, Amy? He's very, very naughty."
"Yes. Mom, he's a naughty man, that's what he is."
Carl's hands slid down, one between Janet's legs, one between Amy's legs. He rubbed their pussies.
"Now we didn't say you could do that, Carl," Janet huffed.
Carl removed his hands, got up, fell to his knees in front of the couch, waddled in between Amy's nyloned legs. His hands went to her thighs. He pushed her legs apart, licked his long, lewd tongue up over the top of the nylons, then muffed his face into the young darling's pussy.
"Ahhh, oh!" Amy gasped.
"Jeez, shit! Are you sure this is okay, Amy?"
"Yeah, Mom."
Carl kissed Amy's sweet, delicious pussy. His tongue spritzed up and down the little slit.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm!" he mumbled.
He glanced over at Janet who was watching intently.
"Yummy, yummy," he gurgled. "Oh, shhheeez!" Amy panted. "Amy, you okay?" Janet asked. "Mom, he's lickin' me there!"
"I know, honey. I can make him stop if you want me to."
"No, let him do it. It feels gooooood!" Carl lapped at Amy's pussy. She spread her legs farther apart, lifted her fine young ass off the couch, pushed her cunt at his licking tongue.
Janet's hand went to her pussy. She was hot. She fingered herself.
Amy swirled her hips at Carl, pumped her pussy.
Carl slapped his long tongue at her cunny. "Mom!" Amy yelped. "Mom!"
"I know. You're gonna get it, right?"
"Yes, Mom! He's gonna make me feel it!"
"Shit!" Janet puffed. "You're gonna get a whipping for this, Carl."
Then Amy came.
"Ohhhhhhh, oh!" she yelled. "Cum cum!"
"Go Amy, let it go, feel it, enjoy it then!" Janet urged.
Amy did let it go, did feel it, and it felt divine.
She tingled, shuddered, shook all over. Never had she felt anything so wonderful. She finally fell back on the couch, her breathing coming in hot gulping gasps. Carl lifted his face off her pussy.
Janet diddled her clit with her fingertip and came with Amy. Carl slapped and slurped back onto her pussy. Amy thought he was through, but then he sent her into a second climax.
Mother and daughter were both cumming off!
Carl lifted Amy's pussy again, and he waddled over between Janet's legs. He fisted his huge cock and slugged it into her cunt.
"Aawww!" Janet exclaimed.
Amy lay back, still shuddering with the fine feeling of orgasm. Janet looked down and watched the push and pull of Carl's cock in her pussy.
"Oh, no, shit, not in front of Amy!" she babbled.
Amy came down from her climax. She looked over and saw Carl on his knees slicking his long, creamy cock into her mother's pussy.
"Aw, no!" she gasped. "Mom!"
"Now stop it, Carl!" Janet warned. Carl pulled his cock out, waddled on his knees back to Amy, and pointed his prick at her pussy.
"Don't you dare!" Janet yelled. "Oh, jeeeeez." Amy moaned. "You put that big squirter in Amy and I'll kill you, Carl!"
Carl took the warning. He held off. "I wanna fuck her!" he gasped. "Over my dead body," Janet said. "Jeez, Mom, it's like a big hunk of meat," Amy whispered.
"I wanna fuck you," he said to Amy. "No fuckin'," Janet said. "Please, puhleeeeez!" Carl begged. He needed to stick his hard, long prick into Amy's tight little pussy. He had to do it.
He held his cock, the head dripping, inches away from Amy's blonde bush. His prick squished. A hot hunk of cum spewed out and landed in Amy's wiry little fuzz box, clung there on her hair like a scab.
Janet reached over and slapped Carl's prick.
"I said no!"
"Pleeeeezzz!"
"Not my daughter, Carl. God, she's too young for this."
"Pleeeeeeez."
"This is not at all what we discussed," Janet said, pulling his cock away from Amy's cunt.
Amy was all splayed out on the couch, her legs apart, slid down obscenely, her pretty face full of passionate question marks.
"I said no, and I mean it!"
"Another thousand dollars if I can fuck Amy."
"No."
"Gawwwd!" Amy drawled.
Money made Janet re-appraise things. "No," she said again.
"Awww, jeeeeez, if he wants to Mom," Amy said.
"Huh-uh, no!"
Amy was figuring in her head – now they had seventy-five hundred dollars total. Half of it was hers.
"I wouldn't do it unless he gave us a full ten thousand dollars, Mom," Amy whispered.
Carl was up now, over loading another pack of film into his hi-tech camera, pointing the tripod at Amy.
"I'll pay it! I'll pay it!" he choked. "Are you sure, Amy?" Janet asked.
"Okay, Carl. But you have to give us ten thousand dollars for this whole deal."
"You got it!" he panted, going back to Amy, falling to his knees between her legs.
He fisted his cock and slished it into Amy. He stuck the big thick cock-head between her pussy lips.
"Awwwk, uuughhh!" Amy huffed. "Jesus, shit!" Janet whispered. Carl rocked in and out, punched two full, thick inches of prick into Amy. "Mom! He's screwin' me!"
"I know, darling. I know!"
"Oh, Amy, sweet doll," Carl babbled. "So loving sweet!"
His cock rammed in another two inches. "Ah, Mom! Look at that! It's like a big pipe in my cunny!"
"Oh, honey. Do you want him to stop? Carl, stop!"
Carl and Amy both said no at the same time.
"You want him to keep fuckin', Amy?" Janet asked.
"Yes!"
Amy's little pussy clutched Carl's thick prick, her cunny-lips like a suction cup clinging tightly as the older man plugged in and out, in and out, in and out.
Carl reached up and cupped Amy's precious tits in his hands, squeezed, fondled their juicy roundness. Amy was splayed out, her ass on the edge of the couch, her legs wide, the garter straps of the merry widow tight and stretched.
Her mouth hung open. Her eyes were on the slide and slish of Carl's cock fucking her pussy.
Janet watched too. "How's it feel?" she whispered. "Good, sooo good!" Carl puffed. "Yeah, jeeez, Mom! He's doin it to me!"
"I know, honey. I know!"
"Awww, wow, Mr. Huston!" Amy cried. "Yes, move your hips like that, Amy darling!" Carl urged.
Amy lifted her ass off the couch, swirled her lithe, fine hips at him, pushed her cunt to his tunneling prick.
He rocked in and out on his knees, stroking in and out, and Amy's little cunt kept sucking on the thick prick-stalk.
"Yes, fuck like that, Amy!" he yelped. "Go ahead, honey, fuck him!" Janet urged.
"I'm fuckin', Mom! I'm fuckin'!"
"Don't you cum in her!" Janet warned Carl.
"I won't!" he promised.
"Fuck, fuck, fuckin'!" Amy babbled.
She'd never experienced such a joyous feeling – the hard throbbing cock burning in her pussy, the friction of the fucking.
"I'm gonna feel it!" she yelled. "She's gonna cum, Carl," Janet whispered.
Carl pumped harder, faster. Amy stiffened, shook all over. Her mouth was wide, her tongue lolling at the corner of her mouth.
"Ohhhh, gawwwwwd!" she whimpered. She shuddered violently, then tingled all over with the wonderful, sweet tickle of climax.
She howled, "Shhhhheeeez!" Carl was rocking harder. Then he pulled out, but he kept fucking, kept pumping and humping, his cock sliding in an upward curve against Amy's black merry widow, rubbing on the edge of it.
Amy looked down just in time to see him cream her. Thick spurts of hunky cream sprayed all over the shiny black merry widow.
"Ah, yeahhhh!" Carl huffed.
"Oooooh, jeeeeez." Amy yelped. "He's shootin' on my tummy!"
Carl oozed out the thickest kind of load a man can shoot, big puddles of creamy goo. He finally finished and breathed heavily.
"Oh, that was wonderful!" Carl gasped. Amy sat in a trance, her chest heaving, her breathing still coming in short cum gasps.
Carl crawled between Janet's legs and went down on her, lapping his tongue into her furry, brown pussy.
Janet pushed her cunt at his face. "He's gonna lick you now, Mom," Amy said, looking on with wild eyes.
"Yeah, and then I'm gonna spank him real good. Give him a whipping. He's been such a naughty boy."
"Yeah, he's been naughty, Mom. Real naughty!" Amy agreed.