Marianne buried her face frantically in the blonde jungle of Sheila's snatch. Her lips sucked out a long wet kiss against the wet puffy cuntlips while she kept her tongue busy lashing at the inside of the older woman's gash.
"Arrrghhhhh! Suck me! Oh God, jam that tongue in me!" Marianne screeched, thrashing wildly on the floor.
"Oh God! Yessssss!" Sheila responded as she kept working her fingers deep in the crevice between Marianne's trembling asscheeks. As her index finger found the puckered brown hole in the center, she worked it closer and closer to the edge of the girl's tight shithole until it was directly over the opening.
"Ohhh, don't!" the young girl wailed.
Sheila couldn't believe that Marianne had never had anything up her ass before. With the experience she apparently had in cunt-sucking, Sheila wouldn't be surprised if the girl enjoyed fucking dogs, pigs and horses as well as men and women.
Marianne continued to protest as Sheila started pushing her finger inside. The girl shoved down with her hips, grinding her snatch furiously into Sheila's face. At the same time, she stretched her asscheeks apart so that Sheila could get her finger deeper inside.
"M-more!" the girl begged.
Sheila smiled to herself. Marianne wasn't a stranger to this kind of fucking. She couldn't play the part of the virgin for long, especially when that long finger was wriggling into her bowels. Sheila could tell that Marianne's clit was throbbing wildly. The girl twisted her hips up and down, getting fingered in the shithole and tongued in the cunt.
"Oh God! More! More! Deeper!" Marianne wailed. "Shove that finger up my ass! Ohhhh, stick it up my shitter! Ooooohhhhh! ffffuuucccckkkk me! Uhhhgh, suck meeee!"
Sheila felt her own pussy exploding with pleasure.
"Ohhhh Godddd! Nooooo!" Sheila moaned, wiggling her finger in the tight hole of Marianne's ass as she felt her spread pussylips being kissed and sucked crazily. She felt the girl's hot sucking mouth open wide and her lips press down hard. Marianne's head slammed down hard, her lips working busily on her labes. It was hard to believe, but it almost felt like having a large cock jamming in and out of her twat.
"Ohhhh Goooodddd! Marianne!" Sheila cried frantically. "Ohhhh, it feels soooo goooood! Oh God! Stick that tongue up! Oh God! Shove it in more!"
Sheila felt Marianne's mouth go wild on her cunt. It ground hard against her, spreading her labes apart, pushing into her tight fuck-hole, sucking wildly on her clit.
"Unnnghhhhh!" Marianne responded as she felt the finger in her ass push deeper inside. The girl groaned louder, slamming her ass against the carpeting then against Sheila's face as her pussy walls began to vibrate like a building in an earthquake. Sheila's tongue and finger were working together, pushing the young girl closer and closer to climax.
"Noooo! Noooooo!" Sheila suddenly wailed as she felt the first orgasmic spasm creep up unexpectedly in her cunt and rip across her beating clit. Her eyes flew open and her mouth lurched forward, blasting hard against Marianne's dripping cunt.
"Ohhhh! Cum! Shoot it! Oh fuck! Cum in my mouth!" Marianne shrieked as she felt Sheila shaking next to her. Her tongue shoved down deep into the hot pussy as she felt it starting to spasm. She felt Sheila hunching wildly, bucking like an untamed horse as she felt her own orgasm suddenly blow up in her gut.
"I'm cummmmiiinnnggg!" the girl wailed as her clit popped into Sheila's sucking mouth and vibrated wildly against the older woman's licking tongue.
Sheila didn't hear a thing. Her entire body seemed to spasm with her jerking cunt. She pulled Marianne's bucking body tightly against her face, forcing the girl's fluttering flaps around her nose as she blew out of control with her own orgasm. At the same time, Sheila jammed a second finger into the girl's sensitive asshole as she thrashed on the floor and tossed her head from side to side like a crazed snake.
Marianne loved it! Her ass contracted with the additional finger, and the spasms there rippled in lime to those that were racking her cunt.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh!" Sheila groaned as the last orgasmic spasm crashed against her aching clit. They both collapsed in exhaustion, rolling away from one another and gasping for breath as snatch juice continued to pour out of their slackening cunts.
"Oh God, Mrs. Kane! You're really something else!" Marianne finally gasped out.
"Listen, Marianne. Like I said; I don't do this every day," Sheila said defensively, afraid that the girl was going to go back to criticizing her.
"Oh, I'm sorry about the way I acted. I guess I was just hurt that my dad felt he had to send me somewhere for discipline. But you're not so bad after all," Marianne said, propping her head up on her hand and smiling playfully at Sheila.
"Well, I'm no ogre. I'm just tired of everybody sneering at me, that's all," Sheila said as she staggered to her feet. "And those kids you've been hanging around with don't help matters much. You know, your father wanted me to talk to you about them."
Marianne made a face, then smiled again.
"Those creeps? I just hang around with them to bug Dad," the girl said simply.
Sheila frowned, then reached over and stroked the young girl's silky black hair.
"I've got two wonderful sons who'd love to meet you," Sheila said, winking slyly at Marianne. "And I guarantee that either one of them is better than anything you've been running around with."
Sheila almost laughed out loud as she watched Marianne's eyes spring open with interest. The young girl's slackened pussylips almost seemed to tremble with excitement as Sheila started to tell her what John and Bobby liked to do.
"Wait! Just wait a sec, Mrs. Kane," Marianne said, closing her eyes and shaking her head quickly. "Just how do you know what John and Bobby do?"
Sheila smiled, then trailed her fingertips down Marianne's slender neck to her huge tits, squeezing the girl's nipples playfully.
"Let's just say that my sons and I are closer than a lot of mothers and sons," Sheila said, breaking into a broad smile.
"Closer? You mean you and your – you've been fuckin' them?" Marianne asked, her mouth dropping open in surprise.
"It's a long stow," Sheila said, deciding that Marianne was old enough to hear the truth. "But you're right, Marianne. I've been fucking my sons."
The young girl stared at Sheila for a few seconds, then shook her head slowly.
"Wow! I've heard of some kinky things, but this one just about takes the cake," she said softly.
Sheila shook her head, then started to laugh. She staggered to her feet and started to get dressed.
"You'd better get home to your father," she said, pulling her robe tightly around her big tits. "He'll be wondering why you're late," Sheila added, bending down and picking up Marianne's halter.
"Should I tell him?" the girl asked, giggling softly as she took the halter from Sheila and flopped her heavy jugs into the material.
"That's up to you. But maybe your father wouldn't understand," Sheila suggested as she walked over to the couch and sat down heavily.
"He writes porno, Mrs. Kane," Marianne said as she pulled on her slacks. "My dad's been around a lot, even though he tries to hide everything he does from me."
"Just because a man writes porno," Sheila began, trying to keep the smile off her lips as she spoke. But she kept thinking of Frank's red, rubbery cunt-digger as it churned, pumped and reamed her clenching pussy while his big hanging balls slapped against her ass.
"Hasn't he brought any of his numbers up to his room here yet?" Marianne asked.
"No. In fact, he really hasn't done too much work here," Sheila said, digging her fingernails into her thighs to hide her increasing sexual excitement. Just talking about Frank made her snatchlips start to quiver and rub their fat, slippery edges against one another hungrily.
"Just you wait," the girl said, zipping up her slacks. "He'll have a parade of tits in here when he gets to know you better."
"Maybe you're judging your father too harshly," Sheila said, feeling that her nipples would roast if she kept her robe on any longer.
"I'll tell you a secret, Mrs. Kane," the girl said. "You say you get it on with your sons. Well…" Marianne said, smiling softly at the blonde.
"What?" Sheila cried out in surprise. "You mean you and your father..?" Sheila couldn't believe it. If Frank and Marianne were close enough to fuck, why couldn't he control her?
"Oh no," the girl said, laughing a little sadly as she opened the front door to leave. "My father hasn't done anything to me. But I'd give anything…" the girl started to say, then broke off as she flushed red with shame.
Sheila got up and walked over to the girl, putting her hand on her shoulder.
"What if I told you that I'll try to get you and your father together?" Sheila said as she put Marianne's sagging head on her shoulder.
"Oh, would you? Oh God, that'd be great!" the girl said excitedly.
"I'll see what I can do. Now you go home and tell your father that we had a nice long talk, and that you're not going to see those creeps again," Sheila said, turning the girl around and giving her a playful slap on her ass.
"Oh, you're terrific, Mrs. Kane!" Marianne bubbled as she ran down the steps and up the walk to the street.
"Bobby. I'm glad you're home," Sheila said as she closed the refrigerator door and put the carton of milk down on the sink counter. She'd phoned Frank and invited him and Marianne over for after-dinner cake and coffee that evening. She was just starting to mix the cake batter when her son popped into the kitchen.
"Hey, what's the celebration?" the boy asked, walking slowly over to his mother, then dipping his finger into the mixing bowl for a sample of the batter.
"Don't!" Sheila said, turning around and slapping his invading finger playfully. "I'm inviting Frank and his daughter over for a little snack after eight o'clock," Sheila said. The woman pretended not to notice her son's eyes bulge as he stared at her white wool sweater that was a size or two too small.
"What's for desert – cock or pussy?" Bobby said, stealing another wad of batter before jumping back to the kitchen doorway.
"Is that all you've got on your mind?" Sheila asked, pretending to be angry. But she couldn't help but smile. Ever since Frank had fucked her, Sheila's pussy had become a raging furnace. All she could think about now was how she could stuff her aching twat with cockmeat. If she could, she would have had Bob, John, Frank and Marianne standing in line as she took them on, one after another. As one was through, the other would come in and fuck her. By the time the last had finished, the first would be ready to go again.
"What else is there?" Bobby asked.
Sheila turned her head as she nervously mixed the batter and saw Bobby smiling at her. She knew his smile reflected a raging hard-on under his fly. Sheila tried to continued mixing the goo in the bowl, but couldn't help staring intensely at him. She knew that they both could feel the air becoming superheated and electrically charged between them.
She tried to control herself. But her breathing became heavy. Sheila began to feel her cunt twitch again, and could smell the all-too-familiar odor of her vaporized cunt juice in the air around her. Her knees slammed and knocked together as she felt rivulets of hot cunt juice ooze and tickle their way through her tightly curled twat hairs before they flowed down her trembling legs.
"There's plenty else besides fucking and sucking," Sheila said, trying to hold onto the mixer with her cold, shaking fingers. She couldn't get off on her son now. There was too much to do. She had to finish the cake, shower, get dressed and put up the coffee before Frank and his daughter got there.
"Right now, that's about all I can think of," Bobby said, looking hotly at her.
Sheila watched as he passed fast, hot glances down her body. He took in the sight of her huge tits moving softly in her sweater. The blonde's long, hard nipples poked hard against the tight-fitting material as Bobby's eyes darted to her feet, up to her thighs, then to her waist and back up to her heaving jugs.
"You'd better get dressed," Sheila finally managed to say, swallowing hard and turning around. But everything was beginning to swim around her. She felt the world exploding as she heard Bobby running up to her. He grabbed her tightly around the waist, spinning her around quickly and making her drop the mixing bowl to the kitchen floor.
"Ohhhh! Look what you've done!" Sheila said, looking down at the overturned bowl and the big brown mass that was beginning to ooze out from under it.
"Who gives a fuck?" Bobby asked huskily as he pressed his mouth against his mother's. He pushed her lips apart with his thick tongue, forcing it to the back of her mouth.
"Ohhhhh, yesssss!" Sheila hissed ecstatically as Bobby kissed her passionately. He twisted his fingers in her long blonde hair, holding her tightly, then kissing her more roughly.
Sheila felt herself swimming with lust. It was her old sexual craving that was taking over her mind again. She felt her cunt spasm and ache. It was screaming for a satisfaction she knew Bobby could give her a hundred times over. She felt his hands reach up and cup her tits again. They grabbed and pulled and tugged them forward, then up, then down in a slow milking action.
Bobby pulled his mouth away, then plunged his tongue in her ear, digging into Sheila's canal and nibbling on her earlobe as he grappled with her big tits. Sheila could feel the hot snatch juice soaking through her tiny pink-flowered silk panties. Her pussy was glowing now.
"Ohhhh, fuck, mom!" Bobby groaned as Sheila's hand slid over to her son's leg.
She kept her palm flat on top of his thigh, then moved it up a little to his bulging fly. Sheila smiled as she felt the big, thick, hot bulge pushing against the tight denim. Bobby groaned as she rubbed the cloth-imprisoned prick, feeling it throb at her light touch.
"Gonna fuck you, mom!" Bobby groaned softly as he moved his hands around her sides to her back. She felt him begin to unbutton her sweater. As the last button flew through its opening, Sheila gasped as she felt Bobby's hand slide over her hot skin.
"Oh, Bobby," the woman crooned as her son moved his hands back to her hot tits.
"Get out of those clothes," Bobby hissed as he ripped the sweater off his mother's shoulders.
Sheila staggered back, reaching over to the counter for support. Her legs were buckling from under her with sexual excitement as she watched the bulge in her son's crotch grow larger with each passing second.
"Wait," she said, wriggling desperately out of her skirt, then stepping out of her juice-soaked panties. Before she knew what was happening, Sheila felt Bobby's hands slip around her firm asscheeks. She felt the hot aching of her cunt suddenly satisfied by the bursting shot of pleasure that her son's mouth gave it.
Bobby had dropped to his knees and held onto her butt, sliding his tongue up and down the surface of her outer labes. The boy moistened and soaked the walls of her inner cunt now, tugging at her swollen twatlips until they hung open invitingly. He searched hungrily up the throat of her twat, taking his tongue out and jabbing it back up again with a speed and intensity that amazed and pleased the woman.
"Ahhhhh,shiiitt! Fuck, Fuck! Suck that pussy! Wawwwhhhhh! Ohhhh, Jeeeeesus!" Sheila wailed as she swayed dangerously back and forth, reeling from the growing lust that was incinerating her pussy. She began to feel the contractions stirring in her belly, in her trembling knees, and inside the dark, hungry tunnel of her flaming twat.
"I'm gonna cum!" Sheila wailed desperately. She was going to cum standing up, and only a few seconds after Bobby had jammed his tongue in her cunt. Even for Sheila that was a record. They boy hadn't even taken off his shirt, and there she was, screeching out that she was blowing her load!
"Ohhh, shiiiitt!" Sheila cried out, clenching her teeth tightly together as she bucked hard against Bobby's chewing mouth. She felt those familiar twitches start. They began somewhere in her gut, then fluttered to her pussy and asshole as she threw her head from side to side. The woman pushed with her asscheeks toward Bobby's chin, bucking slightly with the help of her son's hands as they held her ass tightly. "Noooo! Noooooo!"
Bobby pulled his tongue out suddenly, leaving Sheila teetering on the brink of coming. She thought her brain would explode as she rocked back and forth, her body shuddering and jerking like an engine with a thrown piston!
"Not yet, Mom. I don't want you to cum like that," the boy moaned as he staggered to his feet.
Sheila raised her hand and wiped the sweat that flowed freely from her neck. She leaned against the counter for support, watching Bobby pull his clothes off his muscular body. Sheila moaned when she saw his cock fly free of his shorts and jerk in the air. The cockhead had grown purple with hot blood, and drops of cum were bubbling out of his large piss-hole. Bobby stepped out of his jeans, then reached down and rubbed his palm around the tip of his prick. He ran it down the cockshaft next, slowly twisting and lubricating the taut skin with his fingers. Sheila licked her lips. She wanted to take her son's cock and balls in her mouth.
"Suck me off, Mom," Bobby said, seeming to guess what Sheila had in mind.
Sheila didn't need another invitation. She pushed herself off the counter and ran forward, dropping to her knees in front of the boy.
"Suck my balls, Mom," Bobby groaned, closing his eyes and leaning toward his kneeling mother.
Sheila looked up at her reeling son, then closed her eyes and opened her mouth, moving her head under Bobby's swaying balls, then up until she felt his hot, leathery ball-skin bump against her parted lips.
"Ummmmm!" the boy moaned as she held his balls in her mouth.
Sheila moved her tongue around a little, keeping his balls wet and warm. She heard her son let out a groan of delight. Then Sheila sucked as hard as she could, feeling the balls and skin drawn to the back of her throat. She heard Bobby whimper for more.
"Fuck! Fuck! Ffffuuuucccckkkk!" the boy cried out, reaching down and digging his powerful fingertips hard against Sheila's skull until the blonde thought he'd crush her head. Sheila continued to play with her son's balls as she felt her snatch fire up hotter and hotter. The woman thought she smelled her pussy hairs burning up with sexual heat as her nipples twitched and spasmed frantically. She didn't know how much longer she could go on like this without something big and hot in her snatch.
"M-m-more!" Bobby wailed, pulling at Sheila's hair until she thought he'd snatch her bald.
"Mgggffff!" the woman mumbled, reaching up to grab her son's cock. Sheila heard him suddenly cry out with a deep gurgle in his throat as she took some drops of cum between her fingers and greased down the hot length of his bobbing prickshaft.
"Ahhhhh!" the boy cried out, pulling away from his mother and grabbing his jerking prick. Sheila watched in fascination as it jumped and twisted between her son's tightly clamping fingers.
"Fuck, I'm cumming!" Bobby cried out as he threw back his head and opened his mouth in ecstasy.