When Marge awoke the sun was low in the western sky. The clock beside her bed said 7:05, and she realized that she had been unconscious for nearly two hours.
Then the memory of what had happened returned to flood her brain with confusion. Her own husband and daughter, fucking in the living room! The weight of the entire world seemed to settle on her shoulders as she began to reach full wakefulness.
Maybe a shower will help, she thought, getting up from the bed and pulling off her cum stained robe. At last it'll help clear my head.
The water did help. It stung and cleansed as she alternated the flow from hot to cold and then back again.
But after toweling off and returning to the room to dress she realized that nothing at all had been solved. The memory of two members of her family fucking before her eyes returned over and over.
It's not going to help to keep torturing myself, she thought.
Then aloud, she said, "I've just got to get my head clear and decide what I'm going to do about it."
But still it returned, prodding against her mind when she tried to push it away. Images intruded when she tried to concentrate on something else.
Turning to the bedroom window she noticed that both of the family cars were gone. Then the sound of metal striking concrete drew her attention to the open doorway of the two-car garage. Randy was downstairs working on his motorcycle again.
For a moment she watched as the teen bent over to pick up the fallen wrench. He was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and nothing else. His young body looked so hard and lean, his unruly black hair cascading over his forehead as he bent down. The jeans were skin-tight and Marge couldn't help but noticehow firm the cheeks of his ass seemed to be.
"So much like his dad," she whispered absent-mindedly to herself.
Then he turned around, and the older woman noticed the hard bulge in the front of his cut-offs.
"Oh," she groaned, "so very much like his dad!"
For a moment, Marge dwelled on the thought of Randy's hard young body on top of her, of the length of his young cock slamming home into her hungry cunt. Then she pushed it aside. This was no time to complicate matters further. The first thing to do was find out where Bill and Debbie were.
Marge pulled on a soft cotton shirt and a clean skirt. The other one had been-so stained by her cum that it would have to be washed. Then she went downstairs and out to the garage.
"Hi, hon," she greeted Randy cheerily as she walked into the garage. "How's the bike coming?"
"Oh hi, Mom," the teen answered, cleaning the last spots of oil from his hands. "Just about finished. I'm only cleaning up in here now."
"Heh," she said with seeming unconcern as her eyes roamed over the length of his body from close range and locked, on the, hard mound in the front of his jeans, "have you seen dad or Deb? I came downstairs and thought that everyone had deserted me."
"Nah," he smiled. "Dad got a call from the plant. He had to rush down there for some kind of emergency or other. One of the machines broke down and they seemed to think that he was the only one in the world that could fix the damned thing.
"And I don't know where Deb got off to. She came rushing out of the house a couple of hours ago, jumped in the other car and took off like mad. Probably gone off to see one of her new girlfriends, I guess."
He looked a little uncertain as she came over and took the rag out of his hand.
"Here," she said, reaching up to dab at a spot of oil that remained on his forehead. "You missed some. I'll get it for you."
Marge took the cloth and stood on tip-toes, dabbing at the teen's face. Her own face was only inches from his and she could feel his hot breath on her eyes and lips. It was then that she realized that she had put nothing on under her blouse and skirt.
Her nipples were sticking out, hard and rubbery. The teen's eyes were wide as he ignored what she was doing and stared openly at the full mounds of her firm tits as they pushed against the thin cotton of her shirt.
His mouth hung open dumb-foundedly and he couldn't seem to pull his attention away. The sight of his open lust made Marge dizzy with hunger. She felt herself falling forward against the hard, sweaty surface of her stepson's chest.
In reaching up to stop her teetering forward, one of Randy's hands caught her tit. The teen reacted as if he had pushed the hand into a flame.
"Oh Christ, I mean, damn, un! God, I'm sorry, Mom!" he stammered in his embarrassment.
The teen's handsome face was blushing fiery red, and Marge laughed softly as she felt the hard bulge grow even larger as it pushed against her belly.
"Oh, don't worry about it, honey," she said, her breath growing shallow in her throat. "There's no reason that our family has to be so nervous around each other.
Her hands rested flat against the hard muscles of his chest, and before she realized what she was doing Marge found herself massaging and groping the teenager's flesh.
"We're not strangers anymore," she continued. "I think it's flattering that you like my body."
Randy said nothing, only staring down at his own hand into which she now openly pushed the swollen mound of her tit.
"You do like it, don't you?" she asked, looking up into his eyes that were so much like Bill's.
"Oh God, yes," he almost whispered. "Well, see?" she returned. "I don't see how any woman could help but be flattered if a handsome guy like you thought she was pretty."
She pushed forward against him, nearly forcing him to step backwards in his confusion. Her tit pressed even harder into his open palm, and the mound of her now-dripping cunt ground against the sensitive bulge of his cock.
"Would you like to touch it?" she asked.
The woman didn't wait for his answer. She slid the bottom of her shirt upward until both of her magnificent melons of tit-flesh stood out before the teen's amazed eyes.
Her nipples were already erect, shivering in the open air. The veins pulsed blue beneath the soft flesh of her tits, and she could see Randy's mouth watering and open as he stared at the expanse of firm meat.
"Kiss them, honey," she cooed, pulling his head forward with one hand and pushing his face against one of her huge mounds.
"Suck your Mom's big titty. Make me feel real good, baby."
"Mmmmmmm" Randy moaned as his lips closed around her swollen nipple. He locked it between his strong, young teeth and began running his hot tongue around the rubbery flesh in quick circles.
"Mmmmmm, yesssssss." Marge moaned as her stepson sucked her quivering tit. "Do me good, baby," she whispered in a musky tone. Marge watched as the teen's lips sucked convulsively on her hardened nipple. She ran her fingers through his thick hair.
"Mom likes her big teen to suck her titty real hard."
Randy redoubled his efforts, torturing both of her tits and making wet, slurping noises over the one that filled his mouth to overflowing.
"Oh God yes!" she groaned, feeling the fire begin rising in her guts. She pulled one of his hands free from her tit and shoved it roughly under her skirt and into the drenched forest of her cunt.
Immediately the teen began sliding his fingers between the greasy cunt lips and dipping deep into her pussy's well of cream. As soon as his hard finger touched the nubbin of her clit, Marge felt a shock run through her entire body. She began to quiver all over with orgasm after ripping orgasm.
Randy held tight as she pushed her tit ever deeper into his mouth and rode his hand as if it were a wriggling prick.
"Aaaaarghhhh!" she screeched as the cum ran in hot, thick streams from her steaming pussy and drenched the teen's hand. Then her convulsions ended and the woman leaned heavily forward and allowed her step-son to hold her on her feet.
"Oh, Son," she sighed, her breath heating his chest as her face pressed against it. "You don't have any idea how good that felt. How much I needed that."
Marge's hands strayed downward and began massaging the teen's now fully erected cock.She looked down and noticed that his shaft was so big that the tip of the cum-hole was actually peeking from the waistband of his cutoffs.
"Ooooooh," she sighed, popping open the snap and quickly pushed down the zipper. "It looks as if there's someone else that could use a little attention."
With the pressure of his jeans released, Randy's eight-inch prick leaped into the open air and right into Marge's sweating palm.
As she massaged its full length, a clear drop of his pre-cum oozed to the end of his piss tube. Marge dropped to her knees and placed her lips against the head, ramming her hot tongue into the end of the hole itself. It tasted delicious to the feverish woman and all she could think of was having even more of his wonderful cum.
"Yes, baby," she crooned as the teen's body convulsed with the shock of her tongue on his young cock. "Would you like mom to make you feel good now?"
"Christ, yes!" he grunted, taking a double handful of her thick, red hair and grinding his hard cock against the smoothness of his stepmother's cheeks and chin.
"Suck it, Mom! Drink my cum!"
Suddenly, with a hungry animal growl, the woman drove mouth-first onto the teen's' quivering slab of cockmeat. Downward she plunged, forcing his prick back further andfurther until the head of his cock lodged deep in her hot throat. Her nose was nuzzling in the hairs of her step-son's crotch.
"Son of a bitch!" the teen shouted as his step-mother seemed to swallow his cock all the way down to her toes.
Gently at first, and then with an increasing frenzy, Marge felt the teen fucking his slab of cock into her gasping face.
I can't believe I'm really doing this, Marge thought to herself. Kneeling in an open garage and sucking my step-son's big hairy cock like some teenager in the back seat at a drive-in movie!
But then she realized that it was so wonderful that she didn't ever want it to stop. She wanted Randy to keep fucking her face and using her like a cheap whore in an alley. She wanted the feeling of his cock in her throat no matter what happened. She didn't care if he was her step-son. She didn't care who might come by and see what they were doing.
She had-to have his cum.
Marge cupped his bulging sac of balls in one hand and extended a finger to tease softly at the brown ring of his asshole. With the other hand she milked furiously and squeezed at the base of his cock.
Already, the head and shaft had begun to swell. There was no longer any room in her throat, not even for breath. But it didn't matter to Marge. Again and again, the grunting woman slammed her face down on the teen'smeaty prick, reveling in the sensation of being taken and used by a virile young man.
"Mmmmmmff, mmmmff, mmmmmmff," she grunted as she felt the first tremblings in his balls. The skin of the sac seemed to be stretched to the bursting point with his jism-and Marge wanted every hot wad of it.
Feed me, baby, she thought. Spray your mom full of hot cum!
"Oh Christ, eat me, Mom!" Randy grunted between his panting breaths. "Drink all my cum now!"
The teen's body went stiff on the downstroke, lodging his hard stiff cock deep in her throat. But Marge never paused in her efforts.
Pulling the shaft from her throat, the older woman began furiously rubbing his pulsing cockhead over her cum-and-spit-slimed face and lips. All the time, she kept up a steady tongue-lashing of the swollen knob until the teen was driven mad by his lust for her.
Then Randy exploded. The first spray of his jism splashed hot and creamy across Marge's cheeks and nose.
"Oh yes! Feed me!" she grunted, shoving Randy's spraying prick back into her hungry mouth.
Wave after wave of scalding cum slammed against her tonsils and the woman drank and drank. She savored the hot, salty taste as it slid down her throat and into her belly. Convulsively, the muscles in her throat worked, pulling his juice into her gullet. Butover and over he sprayed until even her hunger couldn't take it all. Big thick gobs of his jism sprayed out of the corner of her sucking, slurping lips.
It ran down her chin and dripped onto the surface of her tits. Marge felt its hot wetness and redoubled her efforts at swallowing. She didn't want any of the delicious jism to escape her ravenous mouth.
The flood of cum seemed to fill her whole head. A wave of cream ran up the back of her throat into her nose. It poured out again in two streams of juice from her flaring, panting nostrils.
The twin streams joined and ran down onto the shaft of his plunging piston, only to be pushed back into the depths of her mouth with his next stroke.
Over and over she drank. Again and again he sprayed her to overflowing until Marge thought that he would never stop.
At the same time, she realized that that was exactly what she wanted-an unending river of cum.
Finally, however, Randy's seemingly endless flow of hot cream fell away to short, sporadic bursts.
"Mmmmmm," she panted, still sucking.
She allowed the drained cock to slide from between her bruised lips and began licking his crotch clean of cum. Then she began working on herself. First she scraped his cum from her face and licked her fingers until all the creamwas in her mouth. Then she stood teasingly in front of him and raised first one and then the other jism-smeared tit up to lick them clean.
Randy stood watching his step-mother breathlessly. It was as if he was really seeing her for the first time.
Marge could see the effect her licking was having on the teen. She kept it up until she saw the length of his huge, cock as it began bobbing back to life.
"Oh God, you're so beautiful," the teen moaned, taking his step-mother into his arms and crushing her mouth beneath his own young lips.
The woman stabbed her hard tongue deep into the teen's mouth. Seeking his tongue and finding it, she began teasing and licking the inside of his sensitive mouth while again reaching down to grasp his newly erected cock in her hot hands.
"Oooooh, honey," she cooed as Randy crushed one hand around a sensitive tit and shoved the fingers of his other hand into the crack of her quivering ass. "Yeah baby. Mom needs a big hard cock in her pussy. I want your cock, baby! I want it buried up to my guts right now!"
Furiously, the teenager pushed Marge back and sat her on the edge of the low work bench. At that angle she could feel the blood engorged head of his cock as it pulsed and throbbed against the lips of her weeping pussy. "Fuck me, Randy! Shove it into my hotpussy!
With a groan, the teen pushed forward. His big prick plowed farther and farther into Marge's depths until she felt the head slam into the back wall of her cunt and throb against her cringing flesh.
Slowly at first, and then with increasing frenzy, the teen began pounding at his stepmother's cunt.
"Oh Goddamn! Fuck meeee!" Marge shrieked, humping her own firm ass forward to meet the teen's strokes. She yanked his head down and pushed one tit into his gasping mouth. "Fuck my brains out you big-cocked young stud!"
Slick and hot, the teenager pummeled Marge's quivering cunt meat. Over and over again his piston of cockmeat pushed into and then retreated from the woman's dripping depths.
It seemed to go on forever, and that was exactly what Marge wanted it to do. From her very first stroke on his prick, a multitude of tiny orgasms had built and then crashed through her flaming insides. Each one contributed a twinge to the monstrous orgasm that seemed to wait just beyond the next sloshing pump of the teen's cock, then just beyond the next.
Oh God, she thought to herself, looking down at the teenager's face as he bit and gnawed on her bruised and reddened tit-meat, How long can I take this before I go screamingout of my mind?
Then she knew. As long as he wanted to plug her cunt, she would love it. She would lay back against the splintered surface of the work bench and beg for his pounding cock and the shrieking pain of his teeth buried in her tit and his finger torturing her ass into painful joy.
"Ummmff, ummff, ummff!" Randy grunted joyfully around his step-mother's drool-slimed nipple.
"Yes, Randy!" Marge panted fiercely, feeling the growing pressure of his lust. "It's yours, baby. It's all yours. Take all of me, honey. Do anything you want to me. Just as long as you want to use my pussy, baby! Fuck my Goddamned brains out!"
Her wards pushed Randy over the edge. Marge could feel his body begin to quiver as lust roared up from the teen's cum-swollen nuts.
"God-fucking-Damn!" the teen bellowed, momentarily losing his lip-lock on her tit.
"Eat my tit, you mother-fucker!" Marge screamed, grabbing him by the hair and pushing the abandoned nipple back into his panting mouth. "Bite it, Goddammit! Make it hurt real good!"
The teen bit down like a starving man tearing into a thick streak. At the same instant as his teeth tore into her quivering tit-flesh, Marge felt the first greasy stream of his jism spray hot into her steaming cunt. It nearly blew the top of her head off with the sensation.
His double attack of pleasure and pain was all that her monster orgasm had been waiting for. In one instant, he ripped away all the moorings that she had on reality and turned the woman into a screaming fuck-machine.
Marge suddenly seemed to leap at him from the table top. One of her clutching hands pulled at the teen's hair as she tried to crush the entirety of her huge tit into his face. Her other hand began clawing and pinching at his back and ass.
The fuck-maddened woman threw her legs high into the air over her head and locked her feet over the teen's shoulders and round his neck. From that angle his pounding cock pressed even deeper, slamming into the back of her pussy until Marge could have sworn that the head had pushed all the way into her tubes.
Over and over he pumped, never slowing his pace. Time after time, the hot jets of jism splashed against the woman's rippling cunt walls and set off even more orgasms that chased close upon the heels of the last. Finally, there was nothing left.
With one final hump, Randy shot the last few drops of his greasy cream into her cunt and raised his head, to look down, into the sweating face of his step-mother.
Marge lowered her legs and sighed, pulling the teen close against her bruised and reddened tits.
"Baby, you've made me feel so good," she sighed, stroking his hair and brushing gentlefingers across his scratched back. "Is there anything else that you'd like? Anything you want is fine by me. After that wonderful fucking, I'll give you anything at all."
Randy looked down into her eyes mischievously. "Anything?" he asked.
"Oh yes, baby," she moaned, kissing and licking at the teen's neck and chest. "Anything, anytime."
"Good," he smiled. The look on his face seemed to strike an odd note in Marge's head, but she didn't say anything. "I'll remember that for future reference. But first, I think I'll just fuck your sweet pussy one more time for good measure."
With that, he pulled her legs back up and hooked them around his waist. Marge suddenly noticed that his beautiful young cock was already hard again and had never slid completely out of her dripping pussy.
Before she had a chance to say anything, the teen was pumping the full length of his eight inch prick all the way into her guts again. Marge felt her cunt begin churning again with the old familiar feelings of lust.
The streams of cum from his last fucking of her pussy were still running freely out of her pussy. Marge realized that before the day was over, she was likely going to see a whole lot more of his sweet cockmeat.
Then she no longer cared how exhausted she was.