"What do you suppose she's up to, Mother?"
Debbie Carlson swished about her mother's sitting room in a floor-length gown of shimmering blue and slightly muted gold the color of her beautifully coiffured hair. It was the following evening and she and her husband were about to leave for a formal party. She had stopped in at her mother's room to be admired before leaving, and the talk had turned to Sharon's strange behavior.
"It does seem odd that she's become so suddenly chummy with Nate," her mother said in answer, "but it's better than walking about glowering at everybody."
"I can't help feeling she's up to something," Debbie said. "You know she's full of tricks, Mother. Sometimes I think she just goes out of her way to embarrass us."
The mother sighed. Her younger daughter was an enigma to her and she had long ago given up trying to understand or control the girl, "Just don't worry about it, dear," she said. "It's better to have the two of them interested in each other than always underfoot. I get quite weary of Nate at times."
"I wish he didn't have such a common look about him."
"Common? Debbie, how can you say such a thing? The Dugalls are not and never have been common! My mother was a Lowell, remember?"
"I remember. Just the same, Uncle Nate isn't anything like you. No one would ever take him for your brother."
"Perhaps not. I'm more Lowell, I know, but we mustn't forget how good he's been to us. After all, dear-"
"Oh, I know, I know. I just wish he'd look like a millionaire!"
"We're not sure he is," her mother reminded her. "Oh, I know people think so, but we're not sure. In any case, people accept him as an eccentric." She sighed again. "Eccentric millionaires are not uncommon, but like you, Debbie, I could wish he were more interested in cultural pursuits."
"Well, he's not going to improve by hanging around with Sharon!"
"You ready?" Herman Carlson knocked and entered. "It's after eight o'clock," he informed his wife.
Debbie laughed. "Hermie can't seem to understand that you just don't arrive on time at these affairs, Mother," she remarked, and gave her husband an inspec-tive look. "You didn't get a haircut," she accused him.
"I don't need one. Come on, honey, let's get the show on the road." He stood, awkward in height and harassed of face, a decent young man in his late twenties who, after six years of marriage, nursed a bruised love for his wife that had turned once-merry brown eyes into tired orbs of hunger and disillusionment. "Aren't you going out tonight, Mother Parker?" he asked.
"Not tonight. I'm expecting Dwayne and Lorraine over later."
"She turned down Gloria's invitation to the party tonight," Debbie said sharply. "I wish you'd say something to Dwayne, Mother. It's the second invitation in a row she's refused."
"1 will, dear. I hope he comes alone tonight. Lorraine did tell Gloria that she isn't feeling well, didn't she?"
"So Gloria said, but she doesn't believe it, and neither do I. I think it's rotten of her and mean of Dwayne not to make her accept."
"I'll speak to him, dear. I'm sure he probably doesn't even know they were invited at all. Lorraine can be quite sneaky at times."
Not wanting an argument, Mrs. Parker quickly shooed the two out of her room. Finally alone, she thought fondly of her son-maybe too fondly, because a familiar aching in her loins soon preoccupied her.
"Wish he would hurry up and get here," the attractive woman murmured. "And if his wife's not with him… it'll be like old times!"
She remembered those old times-exciting times that mother and son shared together. It was their secret, their hidden pleasure to enjoy each other fully. It was when the servants had begun to gossip that Dwayne had married Lorraine and moved away. Still, whenever they could get together…
Mrs. Parker parted her robe, glad she had put nothing else on after her shower. She saw herself in a full-length mirror on the wall: she looked like a sister of Dwayne, not a mother with her full, firm breasts; slender legs, and smooth torso leading down to a delectably bushy mound. That mound was now aching with need and the hungry woman covered it with her hand and began a sensuous massage.
"Ooooh, Dwayne… hurry, darling!" she gasped, her fingers becoming wet with flowing juices.
She tossed her robe open to fully expose her attractive, heaving body. Her legs crawled apart, offering her pink, dribbling slit to her twitching fingers.
"What if he's delayed?" she gasped. "I can't wait… I need to come! Damn, I better masturbate or I'll be too far gone when he shows up!"
Thus resolved, the pretty mother went to work on her hot, aching cunt. One hand pried open her juice-soaked pussy lips while three fingers of the other hand slid up into her inflamed canal. They journeyed farther and farther up the well-trodden path until the probing digits filled up Mrs. Parker's womb.
"God, that's what I need!" she moaned. "I need to come so bad… and my lovely fuck-fingers should do the trick!"
She bent her knees, digging her heels into the chair, and raised her hips up. As she did so, she managed to press another inch of fingers into her burning cuntal passageway.
"Oh, Lord, I'm so fucking hot! Dwayne! Dwayne!" Mrs. Parker mewled in a frenzy, imagining with lust the long, thick meat of her son's prick.
She began to thrust her hips up and down, repeatedly swallowing her stiff fingers. Syrupy juice flowed out of her drenched sex furnace and onto her hand, making it gleam in the lamplight. Her entire arm trembled and quaked from the increasing convulsions of her lust-ridden body.
"Ahhhhh… Ohhhhh!" she moaned deliriously, her senses reeling in the face of coital pressure. "It's happening so fast… can't stop…"
Frantic with the approaching orgasm, Mrs. Parker renewed her attack on her inflamed pussy while the middle finger of her other hand reached around to gently massage the rubbery entrance of her asshole. Soon her digits were attacking both openings with a steady rhythm, and she stuck her tongue out in frequently successful attempts to lick her stiff nipples.
"Here I… God, another few seconds… can't control myself… Eeeee!"
Just as satisfaction was about to be hers, a knock sounded at the door. Flustered, the older woman quickly tossed her robe together.
"C-come… in!" she gasped.
Her face broke into a flushed grin when her handsome son entered the room. And a mischievous grin spread across his features when he recognized with familiarity his mother's condition.
Mrs. Parker couldn't waste time. "Oh, Dwayne, I tried to… to wait for you… but I couldn't… I got so horny just thinking of you!"
"No problem, Mom, your dutiful son is here!" he called, advancing on the casually concealed woman.
She flung open her robe and spread her legs, offering her dripping, pink pussy to her son's feasting eyes.
"Thank God!" Mrs. Parker yelped. "Hurry, Dwayne… get down here and lick your mother's twat!"
Though this development was rather sudden and he thought his mother was being randomly indiscreet, the young man realized she was at a stage where her intense need couldn't be denied. He kneeled down between her upraised legs and lowered his head until his nostrils were filled with the heady musk scent of flowing female juice.
"Hmmmm… you do seem pretty hot," he whispered.
"Shit, don't tease me!" Mrs. Parker howled. "Stick your tongue inside my pussy!"
Dwayne happily complied. His long licker rolled out and immediately loud slurping noises echoed in the room as he lapped up her warm, syrupy fluid. He rubbed his tongue lovingly along the shuddering twat lips, pausing occasionally to nibble at the succulent flesh. His lewd actions quickly drove the older woman into a frenzy of uncontrolled lust.
"Oh, Christ! Feels so good… need it so bad!" his mother babbled. "More… lick me more… I'm almost there!"
Realizing that his mother was rapidly approaching the point of no return, Dwayne pried apart her grasping cunt lips and drove half his face into the steaming womb from whence he came, nibbling and licking as he advanced.
"Oooowweeee!" the mother shrieked, her face contorted and her eyes rolling in their sockets. "That's it… eat me… Eat me!"
Dwayne grabbed her widespread legs and forced his wet prod between her clenched cunt walls. His tongue invaded her inner recesses with rapid circular motions and he joyously drank in her cascading juices. His teeth ravaged the tender cunt meat until, for the coup de grace, he stiffened his member and began to bob his head back and forth.
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" his mother screamed. "I'm going to… oh, God… Aaaaiieeeeee!!!"
His pistoning activity had the desired effect as Mrs. Parker's pussy exploded. She thrashed and writhed helplessly as her body convulsed with climax. She wrapped her smooth legs around her son's head and humped his bucking face until she fell into limp exhaustion.
"Ohhhhhh Goddddd…" the older woman moaned, her twisted face gradually relaxing into a mask of contentment. "I was so hot… so horny for you, Dwayne… I couldn't help it."
"No problem, Mom. That's what family is for!" the handsome young man laughed.
He extricated himself from between his mother's firm, juicy thighs and stood up, his wet face gleaming in the lamplight. He became aware of the large bulge of his crotch. As usual, attending to his mother's needs had created a need within him. His mother lay naked before him and he wanted… no, he couldn't, because…
But Mrs. Parker had no excuses to thwart her reawakening desires. When she spied the twitching, throbbing movement between her son's legs, she sat up and licked her full, red lips.
"I'm glad you still come… to your mother when you need help," she cooed, reaching up and touching the potent bulge.
Slowly, she drew his zipper down. "Oh, Lord, honey, it's been so long since you… since I… had your dick in my mouth!"
"Mother… no… we can't!" Dwayne groaned, in an agony of conflicting emotions. Soon the situation was straightened out for him as his large, pulsing phallus was released into the air and straightened out to its almost legendary proportions.
"Dwayne, my darling, you've still got the biggest cock I've ever seen!" Mrs. Parker crowed. "Seen… or sucked!"
With this, the hungry woman flicked her tongue out and lightly touched his throbbing cockhead. As though he had stuck it into a wall socket, Dwayne jerked and writhed as thousands of jolts of hot pleasure shot through his nervous system.
"Ohhhh, Mother!" he moaned, gazing down at the manipulations of her tongue and the large, swollen jugs that were starting to rub against his legs. "No one… sucks me off… like you do!"
A mischievous grin lit up the beautiful older woman's face as her tongue began to slowly, agonizingly, rim the bulging head of his purple-veined member. There wasn't much in the world that thrilled her more 54
than the heady taste of her son's prick, and he had plenty to offer for her feast. Saliva coursed out of her mouth and bathed the red pole with glistening wetness.
"Mother… better not…" her son groaned, though he didn't resist her advancing lips.
Mrs. Parker realized that maybe her son was hotter than she thought and that's why he was hesitating. She decided there was nothing wrong with that… let him come right away if he wanted to! Thus resolved, the woman pressed her face forward, gobbling up all of his tasty meat.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Dwayne groaned as he lodged the length of his dick into his mother's face. "Feels so good… love to get blown!"
Quickly, the young man was beside himself with lust-crazed madness. Occasionally he managed to get his timid wife to eat his wang, but it was nothing compared to the expert treatment his mother gave him. He reached down, grabbed the sides of her pretty head, and pumped his hard tip against the back of her throat.
"Guuullffff!" Mrs. Parker spluttered, swallowing up his oozing pre-cum.
"That's it, Mom!" Dwayne shouted. "Suck it… eat my cock!"
This was more like it as far as the older woman was concerned. She clamped her drooling orifice around the embedded rod and vigorously sucked. Her smooth cheeks formed two inverted semi-circles and slurping noises filled the room. She kept her mouth clamped tight as her son's hips moved back and forth, withdrawing and inserting his pulsating pecker in a rapidly increasing rhythm.
"Yeah, Mom-bitch!" Dwayne bellowed, his breathing hoarse and labored. "Not much longer… oh, Jesus, I'm getting there!"
He certainly was, as evidenced by the quick bucking of his hips that was soon a blur of lewd motion. He felt the hot, pent-up jism in his hard nuts swirling at rocket speed, making his groin ache with the profound need for a violent release of sperm.
"Let it go, honey!" Mrs. Parker cried. "Fuck my mouth… shoot your load in my face!"
She reached around and grabbed his taut ass to add more force to his bucking hips. Her flushed face was battered by the merciless onslaught of his throbbing pork. Again and again and again Dwayne shoved all he had into his mother's accepting mouth.
"God, Mom"… oh, God… oh, shit… I'm going to… can't hold back!" he screamed.
Mother and son were so occupied with their wanton activity that they didn't see the door open and Dwayne's wife enter the room. Lorraine stood transfixed, not believing what her eyes told her.
"Good heavens!" the young woman gasped. "This can't be happening… Dwayne getting blown by his mother! And… he looks like he's about to come… right in her mouth!"
Yet in the next few seconds the pretty girl had no choice but to believe the astonishing sight. She was so shocked by this perversity that she couldn't move-with lewd, blushing fascination, she watched the spectacle. And despite her modest inhibitions, she found herself… getting hot!
"I must be just as depraved as they are!" Lorraine moaned. "Why… didn't I ever blow Dwayne like that? Mrs. Parker sure seems to know the right way!"
This conclusion was confirmed several seconds later when Dwayne roared past the breaking point. His hips writhed and bucked out of control and he bellowed his release toward the ceiling.
"Mother… oh, Jeeeesus… I'm coming!" he howled. "Here I… Aaaarrrgggg!!!"
A microsecond later, he pumped his hips forward, completely burying his exploding tool, and blew a long, hot wad of cum into his mother's sucking mouth. His aching testicles spasmed again and again, sending long streams of flaming juice out of his spewing cockhead.
"Godddd… coming… can't stop coming!" Dwayne roared.
Mrs. Parker swallowed furiously, greedily drinking up all the lovely man-juice her son had to give. It raced down her throat like a lava flow, filling her mouth and dribbling past her clamped lips to course down her chin and neck, coating her heaving tits. When her son was finally drained of jism, she reluctantly allowed him to withdraw his raw member.
"Mom, that was great," the spent man moaned with satisfaction. "I don't have an ounce of cum left in me."
Mrs. Parker acknowledged the compliment as she licked stray droplets of glistening scum off her smooth cheeks and chin. Then she gasped, suddenly catching sight of her daughter-in-law.
"Dwayne! I thought your wife wasn't coming! How long have you been standing there, Lorraine?"
Both mother and son gaped at the intruder, who answered, "Long enough. I… I'm sorry… I didn't know… oh, God, I saw what you two did!"
Dwayne smiled sheepishly at his mother. "That's why I hesitated before… but it felt so good I couldn't stop you, Mom."
Without covering her nakedness, Mrs. Parker went to the young girl and drew her into the room. She saw the girl's flushed face, and with a grin guessed the nature of Lorraine's emotion.
"Hope you enjoyed the show," the older woman murmured. "Maybe you'd like to join in?"
"Mother!" Dwayne gasped, jealous.
"Listen, dolt!" Mrs. Parker whispered furiously. "You want her to tell the world about the fun we have together? The way to
prevent that is to make her just as depraved as we are."
Dwayne grinned broadly, understanding the gist of his mother's words. "Yes, Lorraine, I bet you've never had an opportunity like this."
"My Lord, never!" the girl gasped. She was shocked by her husband's implication, and by the throbbing between her legs in response to the implication. "Dwayne, maybe if it was just you and I in here…"
"Nonsense, my dear," Mrs. Parker crooned, slipping her robe off and displaying her nude figure. "I bet you need to have your pussy licked… and who cares if the tongue belongs to a man… or a woman?"
"Well, Mom, maybe she can have both!" Dwayne exclaimed.
Lorraine was helpless before the brazen advances of the two powerful sex partners. She closed her eyes, wondering if all of this was a dream. She didn't resist when she felt her dress being lifted off. Then she was stretched out on a couch… and without pause her damp panties were tugged off. Lorraine, despite her misgivings, realized she was very wet and hot.
"My dear, that's one of the most delectable twats I've ever seen," Mrs. Parker said admiringly.
"It tastes good, too, Mom!" Dwayne added.
"Let's find out for sure."
Lorraine kept her eyes closed, unwilling to fully join in the perverse activity. She felt her long legs being spread apart, fingers rubbing and prying open her slippery pussy lips, then two streams of warm breath made her cunt throb with fresh desire.
"Ohhhhh…"she moaned. "Yes, I'm horny… please lick me… gently…"
Her husky plea was immediately answered as two tongues worked the length of her pink, dripping slit. She peeked down and saw her husband's and mother-in-law's heads side by side between her quivering thighs. The sight was so unbelievably blaze of passion.
"Yes, doit!" she suddenly shrieked. "Eat my pussy… lick my cunt… hurry!"
The pair of tongues expertly worked her inflamed vagina, laving the warm pussy lips, then advancing inward to manipulate her clenched cunt walls. It wasn't long before Lorraine was beside herself with lust. The icing on the cake was when warm hands crawled up and massaged her heaving, swollen boobs.
"Please… faster… harder!" she screamed, her hips pumping into the licking faces. "I'm getting there… I'm… Ooowweee!"
Without further ado, the two lickers forced their way in. The two heads bobbed as Lorraine's cunt was vigorously tongue-fucked. The girl's legs and arms flailed the air as a blazing orgasm began to overwhelm her senses.
"Here I… harder… eat mmmeeeee… oh, God… I… Aaaaaiieeeee!!!!!"
She exploded, battering their faces with her hot, soppy twat. The two cunt-eaters hung on as the young girl squirmed and thrashed, wave after wave of brilliant pressure being released through her vagina. Her screams of joy filled the room.
Later, as Lorraine's motions subsided, her mother-in-law and husband grinned at their success.