It was almost four when Anna pulled into the drive. She felt hot flashes of electric sexuality shudder through her quivering cunt-lips when she caught sight of her son's bicycle leaning against the side of the house.
"Hi, Mom!" Greg called out from behind the screen door.
Anna groaned as she stared at her son's naked chest and belly. He stood there grinning at her-sweaty, muscular, his cock almost sticking out of his soiled white gym shorts.
"Have fun on the last day?" Anna finally managed to say as she opened the door and walked into the living room.
"I always enjoy the last day. We played a few games of basketball to celebrate," Greg said brightly as he followed his mother into the kitchen.
Anna couldn't see how she could follow Chet's advice. Watching him moving around-his muscles rippling with every step he took, his tanned skin glistening with sweat-made her want to strip down and take him on.
"Well, why don't you shower up and change? We'll go to the O Club or something for dinner to celebrate your freedom," Anna said huskily.
When Greg didn't answer, she turned around to see what was wrong with him.
"Oh, my God!" she said under her breath.
"I can't help it, Mom," her son answered as he rubbed his right hand slowly up and down the gigantic cock-bulge between his legs.
"Ohhh, don't-I-no." Anna said confusedly as she fought the steamy feeling that was firing up her cunt.
"Please," Greg begged desperately as he slid his hand up to the tip of his prick and squeezed the knob between his thumb and forefinger.
Suddenly something snapped inside of Anna. Nothing mattered any more except her son and his cock. The air between them grew hot, thick and heavy with sexual electricity. Anna could feel her clit swelling up like a balloon while her nipples scratched angrily at her bra. All she could think of now was Greg's hot, sweaty cock jamming into her snatch.
"Ohhhh, baby, baby," Anna cooed as she ran up to him and fell to her knees. She brought her face down to Greg's bulging crotch and started working on his cock with her lips through the shorts. The feel of Anna's mouth through his shorts drove Greg wild. Anna seemed to know the rhythm of his cock-throbbing and timed her oral massage to get the maximum spasm from her son.
"Ohhhh, Greg, you've got a king-sized cock there, just like your father," Anna moaned as she pulled her face away from her son's crotch for a second.
"Mom, suck it. Suck it!" Greg groaned as he lowered his hands and clamped his fingers around Anna's head.
She went back to the bulge in his shorts, lip-massaging his dick more methodically. She started at the base of her son's cloth-imprisoned prick, working her way up to the top, then sliding back down to the base again. Over and over she repeated the action until Greg began to lose control of himself. Automatically he started bunching his powerful thighs back and forth, arching his back to force his cock against Anna's hot, flushed face.
"Oooooh! Jeeesus! Ooooohhhhh, Mom, suck it! Suck that cock!"
Anna's heart pounded like a trip hammer. She was making her son lose control fast. She wanted to drive him up to the edge of a come with her lips, then slip her swollen cunt-lips around the head of his thickly veined cock and drive it deep into her gushing hole.
She reached up and slowly unbuttoned the fly of his gym shorts, watching tuft after tuft of black kinky crotch hair poke out. When she unfastened the third button, Greg's red, rubbery cock flew out and throbbed wildly in the air.
"Oooohhh!" Anna cried out as Greg's prick slapped her across the nose. Her son took advantage of her open mouth and thrust his cock hard against Anna's parted lips.
"Mmmmgfff!" she mumbled as she moved her tongue around his cock-head. Anna drove her tongue around and around Greg's twitching prick, teasing, poking and stroking the hot, sensitive skin as she drove her son closer to the edge.
"Unnngh! Oh, God, Mom! Arrrgh! Oh, fuckin' shit! Suck it, Mom! OHHH, SUCK ME OFF!" Greg screamed mindlessly as he stabbed his hot dick farther down his mother's throat, Anna moved back slightly until only her son's cock-head was between her massaging lips. Slowly she slid her tongue over its silky surface, drawing off the beads of cum that were beginning to leak from the piss-slit. She replaced them with a layer of her saliva and teased the edges of the hole and felt new fluid seep out into her mouth.
"Uhhhhh! Oh, God! Uhhhh!" Greg groaned as he started to rotate his ass-cheeks, churning his cock inside his mother's mouth.
Anna saw that Greg was about to shoot. She backed off again and stared at her son's twitching dong. It jerked frantically, screaming for those hot sucking lips for relief. The veins in his cock throbbed and looked like they were ready to explode through the taut, reddened skin. Beads of cum mixed with Anna's spittle glistened on the pulsing, purple head of Greg's cock. Anna reached up and tightly clamped her slender fingers around the boy's throbbing dong.
"Easy, easy," she said. "It's too soon."
The firm pressure around his prick brought Greg back down to earth. When Anna saw that Greg had calmed down a little, she released her grip and slid her hand under her son's muscular ass-cheeks. At the same time she slid her other hand up her skirt until it bumped against her quivering, puffy snatch-lips. Simultaneously she stuck one finger sharply up Greg's shitter while she drove her other fingers up against her exploding clit.
"Nnngh!" Greg cried out as he jerked back and forth, trying to get away from his mother's invading finger. At the same time Anna noticed that her son's cock jerked wildly in her mouth as she continued to ream his tight asshole.
"Nooooo!" he cried out again, this time breaking free of his mother's gentle grip. "That's something I should be doing to you," he panted as he reached down and started unbuttoning her dress.
"Here, I'll do that," Anna said, getting up and taking her son gently by the hand. "If we're going to fuck, I'd like to do it somewhere else besides in front of the refrigerator."
Greg laughed and nodded as he followed his mother into her bedroom. Anna nearly tore the buttons off her dress as she watched Greg slide his shorts down to the floor and kick them into the far corner. He leaped into bed and rolled over on his back, propping his head up on one of the pillows and staring at her as she reached back and unsnapped her bra.
"Whew!" Greg whistled as her huge tits sprang free.
"You ain't seen nothing yet," Anna whispered excitedly as she felt another fresh torrent of cunt-juice seep out of her hot hole and soak into her panties.
"Ummmm, looks like you're a little wet," Greg said, smiling as he continued to stroke his powerful, jerking rod.
"Ohhhhh," Anna answered, running her fingers sensuously up and down her heaving jugs, pinching her half-inch-long brown, stiff nipples while she ground her thighs together. Tiny electric spasms rippled through her puffy labes as their slippery edges worked together with every grinding movement she made.
"Come over here," Greg commanded hoarsely as Anna shoved her thumbs under the elastic waistband of her juice-saturated panties and pushed them to her knees.
"Yessss, yes!" Anna moaned breathlessly, staring at Greg's jerking cock. Her cunt spasmed wildly, aching to be stuffed to the hilt with her son's thick, long, cum-dripping prick. "Yes! Ohhh, yessss!"
Anna walked slowly to the bed and sat down on the edge, reaching over and running her right forefinger slowly up and down her son's steaming prick. He groaned and closed his eyes, hunching up his thighs as Anna moved her hand down and cupped her fingers around his heavy, hairy fuck-sac.
"Oooooooooh, fuck! Shit! I want you! I want to jam my goddamned prick into your snatch!"
Greg opened his eyes and reached over with his right hand, running the tips of his fingers slightly over her swollen, reddened outer labes. Anna tossed back her head and squirmed uneasily on the bed as a scream of unspeakable pleasure started up from her contracting gut and shot out of her mouth.
"Arrrrrghhh! Ohhhh, Jeeesus, fuck meee! Fuck meee!" she screamed out loud as she squeezed Greg's balls tightly between her fingers.
Greg's fingers were coated with another load of steaming cunt-juice as he continued to jam his fingers deeper and deeper into Anna's contracting, sucking cunt-hole.
"I can't take this!" she groaned as she rolled over and positioned her hairy snatch directly over Greg's purple, oozing cock-head. "Squeeze my tits," she pleaded as she lowered her crotch closer and closer to her son's hard, hot dick.
"Mmmmmm," Greg groaned as he felt the tips of Anna's wiry cunt hairs tickle the edges of his leaking piss-slit.
"Ohhhhh! Arrrgh!" the woman shrieked as her son clamped his powerful, thick fingers around her swollen tits and mashed in her taut, itching nipples. Anna took a deep breath, then lowered herself completely until Greg's cock-head parted her puffy cunt-lips and slid into her trembling fuck-hole.
"Ohhhhhh, Mom! How does this feel in your cunt?" her son asked as he let go of her right tit and slid his fingers down until they bumped against her trembling, erect clit. Anna thought her snatch would explode when Greg ran his fingers slowly back and forth over her swollen passion-bud.
"S-S-Stop! Ooooh, noooo!
Plllleeaassse! Oh, God! Don't make me come nnnnoooww!"
Anna screamed incoherent phrases as she swirled her ass around and around her son's hairy, muscular groin. Her tits flopped noisily against her heaving, sweaty chest as she slid up and down Greg's stiff pole.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Greg moaned under his breath each time his mother slid her juicing snatch down his throbbing dick. He jammed his thighs up, burying his prick in her oozing hole with one hard lunge.
"Oooaaaarrrrghhhh!" Anna screamed, feeling her mind blow out as a violent series of pre-orgasmic spasms tore through her trembling pussy.
"I can't hold out!" Greg panted as he started hunching his hips wildly up and down. Anna reciprocated, bouncing her ass-cheeks against his heaving thighs. She squeezed her cunt muscles tightly together, gripping her son's cock like a great, slick fleshy vise. Her nipples twitched wildly as Greg let go of her clit and went back to her swollen tits, squeezing the spongy flesh desperately.
"Oh, yessss! Yfsssss! I-I-I'm coming! Oh, fuck! I'm coming!" Anna screamed, feeling the scalding heat building up deep in her belly and rocketing towards her clit. In an instant she felt one contraction, then another, and then another, racking her twat as she bucked, heaved, thrashed, and writhed from side to side in animal fury.
"Arrrghhf!" Anna cried as her eyes glazed over with ecstasy.
"Mom! Mom! Unnghhh!" Greg screamed out. Anna's screams and spasms pushed him over the edge. He felt his lava-like jizz. Now out of his jouncing balls and explode into his jerking, cunt-embedded cock. It spewed out of his expanded piss-slit and spattered against her trembling cunt walls. It exploded out of his jerking dick in rhythmic beats as he dug his fingers into his mother's aching tits.
"Arrrghh! Unngh! Shit! Shit! Shit!" the boy screamed as spurt after spurt of hot cum blew into Anna's contracting cunt-hole. Their orgasm seemed to last for hours as the two of them shrieked, moaned, and bucked on the squeaking bed.
Finally the last spasm swept over Anna's beating clit and she collapsed forward on top of her groaning son.
"Ohhhh, Mom!" Greg panted out as he kissed Anna lightly on her sweaty forehead.
"Ohhh, baby, that was fantastic!" Anna said, squeezing her cunt muscles again around her son's softening prick. "I don't think I've ever come that hard. Even with your father."
"Jeeez, Dad. I wonder how he'd feel about this," Greg said guiltily as he looked into his mother's eyes.
Anna swallowed hard. The guilt she'd forgotten came back again. How could she ever explain this to Paul? And would it happen again? She looked into her son's eyes and felt her heart skip a beat.
Anna knew that it would.
"I'll have to think that one out," Anna said as she raised her ass and slid off Greg's limp prick. "But right now, how about a shower to clean up?"
Greg smiled at her and rolled out of bed.
"Then dinner, and maybe after…?" he said, bending over her and stroking her tits.
"We'll see," Anna said, feeling her clit tingle again as Greg's powerful fingers squeezed her tit-flesh gently.
While her son was in the shower, Anna lay on the bed and thought dreamily of what had just happened. Her son's hairy, muscular chest heaving with passion; his thick, hot cock sliding in and out of her mouth; his balls jangling and contracting as wad after wad of hot jizz blew into her cunt-all these things floated in. her mind as Anna dreamily strummed her twitching clit.
Suddenly she heard the doorbell ring. Anna debated whether or not she should answer it, then thought of her car and Greg's bike outside. Whoever was out there would become suspicious if someone didn't answer the door.
Rolling out of bed, she threw on her short red bathrobe and ran to the front door.
"Chet!" Anna cried out.
The chaplain was out of uniform now, wearing a pair of jeans and a yellow sports shirt. If he looked attractive at the luncheon and the chapel, he was even more of a stud now.
"Hi! Thought you might need some help telling your son about-well, you know," Chet said as he grinned sheepishly at her through the screen door.
"I… uh… well… " Anna stammered.
Chet looked closely at her, then smiled and shook his head slowly from side to side. "Looks like I got here a little too late," he said, chuckling softly.
Anna flushed red as she unlocked the door and let the chaplain into the living room.
"I tried!" Anna insisted, clenching her fists and beating them softly against her firm thighs. "I really tried. But when I got home, he was standing in the kitchen in a pair of gym shorts. His cock was practically poking out of the fly. Ohhh, Jesus! I just couldn't help myself," Anna groaned as she sank to the couch.
"Hey, no sense in getting too upset about it," Chet said as he sat down next to her. "I think that it would have been better if this all hadn't happened. But, since it did-well, we might as well make the best of it."
"W-What do you mean?" Anna stammered as she looked curiously at Chet.
"I'll talk to you later about that. But first he began, lifting up his right hand and slipping it into her robe. Anna gasped as she felt his fingers close around her left tit.
"No, not now! Greg's in the shower!" Anna hissed as she pushed Chet's hand away.
"Maybe he'd like to join us," Chet said as he pulled her up off the couch. "Now, just show me where the bedroom is."
Anna was flabbergasted! She'd just gotten through confessing that she'd committed incest with her son, and all he was concerned about was strapping her on and maybe having her son join them or watch.
"No! Leave me alone!" Anna said half-heartedly as she thought of Chet's long dick.
"Okay! Then I'll have to fuck you right here, Chet said matter-of-factly.
"What are you doing? Don't!" Anna cried as she tried to get away from him.
"Just shut up and enjoy!" he answered gruffly as he tore her robe off her body and threw it on the couch.
"Ohhhh!" Anna cried out, covering up her tits with her arms. She backed up slowly, then turned and started running for her bedroom.
"Gotcha!" he said, wrapping his powerful arms around her waist and dragging her down to the floor.
"Unnnghh!" Anna groaned as she crashed to the floor.
"That's it, babe," Chet grunted as he slipped off his shirt and unzipped his fly. Anna stopped struggling when she saw the chaplain's mammoth dick spring free. "I knew that would stop you," Chet said as he looked down and fingered his raging hard-on. "Remember this?" he said, diving down between her widely splayed legs.
"Unnnghhh!" Anna cried out as she felt Chet's tongue probing her cunt-lips. It poked teasingly at her snatch-flaps, sliding up and down the smooth, slippery flesh but not yet jamming into her steaming fuck-hole. Anna felt that growing, familiar, unbearable itch gripping her clit again. She tossed her hips wildly upward, wanting to impale her cunt-hole on the chaplain's stiff, hot stabbing tongue.
"Ohhhh! Eat me! Suck my clit! Fuck my snatch with your tongue! Ohhh, yessss!" Anna cried out deliriously. She didn't care if Greg heard her or not. In fact she prayed that he'd come running out of the shower to see what was going on. Two men in her! Two cocks slamming in and out of her body! It was almost too much to pray for!
"Just hold n Chet whispered hoarsely as he backed off to slide his Levi's off. In an instant he was back on her, snaking his tongue up towards her erect, swollen clit. Oh, God! It was better than before-better than in the church.
"More! More! Fuck!" Anna groaned incoherently, heaving her ass high off the living-room floor, only to smash it down again on the carpeting. Chet was teasing her, licking her outer labes lightly while he fingered her snatch hair with his right hand.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Anna cried out again and again as Chet reached down with both hands and grabbed the backs of her thighs. Her cunt was already wet and slippery, and her hole dilated wider and wider with excitement. It quivered in anticipation of being stuffed with cock. Her snatch-lips trembled crazily and seemed to be begging the chaplain to ram his prick in as soon as he could.
Chet pulled her forward roughly, then bent down, touching the tip of his pulsating cock-head against the trembling, smooth membranes of her cunt.
"Hey, what's going on in here?" Anna heard Greg ask from the hallway.
"Ohhhh, my God! It's my son!" she exclaimed softly as she tried to squirm out from under Chet's grip.
"Come in here, son," Chet said brightly.
"What are you doing?" Anna hissed between her teeth as she saw Greg walk into the living room.
"My God!" Greg said, stopping short at the doorway. "Who is he?" Greg asked angrily.
"Chaplain Thompson," Chet said, nodding a greeting at Greg.
"What the hell are you doing to my mother?" Greg asked, clenching his fists tightly together.
"That should be pretty damned obvious. I'm just getting ready to fuck her," Chet said off-handedly.
"D-Does she want it?" Greg stammered, looking down at the writhing Anna.
"You'd better believe it. In fact, the two of us screwed in the base chapel earlier this afternoon. Now, if you want to join us, come on in. If not, then go outside and play with your erector set. I've got better things to do than sit and talk to you, Chet said.
Greg looked at his mother, then back at Chet and shrugged his shoulders.
"Why the fuck not?" Greg said as he slid his hands down his muscular chest and opened up the towel that covered his cock.
"Ooohhh!" Anna groaned as she saw his prick growing stiffer every second.
"Come on down, son. I want to fuck her in the ass. Her pussy's all yours," Chet said as he climbed over Anna's heaving body and slid behind her.
"I've never had it that way!" Anna protested as she felt Chet's long dick bang against her sweaty ass-cheeks.
"You did pretty well with a candle this afternoon. Just pretend it's wax," Chet chuckled as he spat on his hands and lubricated the bead of his cock with his saliva.
"A candle?" Greg exclaimed as he dropped to his knees and lay on his side facing his mother.
"It's a long story," Anna began.
"Save it for later," Chet said as he slid down until his face was even with her asshole. Anna groaned as she felt him sticking his tongue into her tight shitter. He moved his tongue up, then down, spreading a trail of spittle around her shithole. He pushed his tongue forward, jabbing it deeper as he tried to dilate her tight bung. He drew it back to get more spittle on it, then shoved it forward again. Chet dug deeper into her gradually slackening asshole.
"Ohhh, it feels soooo good!" Anna admitted. Hot shocks of electric pleasure shot from her shithole to her clit, then zipped back to her ass as Chet continued to tongue her butthole.
"Okay, son. I think she's ready for your cock!" Chet panted as he pulled away from her asshole.
"I don't think I can do it sideways," Greg complained as he tried to drive his cock into his mother's hot, wet snatch.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Anna cried out each time her son jabbed his thick, meaty knob against her outer labes.
"Give it the old college try," Chet said as he suddenly jammed three fingers up Anna's asshole.
"Aiyeee!" she screamed, hunching forward and impaling her cunt on Greg's prick.
"Ooohhhh!" Greg moaned as he hunched forward and drove more inches of his dick into Anna's pussy.
"Ohhhh, fuck me!" Anna groaned as she heard a loud slurp echo in the room as Greg's dong popped into her snatch. She felt a delicious stretching sensation as her son's prick slid deeper and deeper into her cunt. Two inches, three inches, five inches, six inches; finally the complete eight inches were buried in her twat. Greg didn't move for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling her cunt walls made as they trembled lightly around his invading cock. Then he started pumping his thighs slightly, sliding his prick gently in and out as he reached down and started strumming her buried clit-shaft. When he gripped it between two fingers and rolled it around, Anna thought she'd piss on the floor.
Meanwhile Chet moved behind Anna and jammed his thighs forward until his cock-head beat against the brown, wrinkled skin around her stretched asshole.
"Ohhhh, Jeeeeesus! Ohhhhhhh! Jam it in me! Fill up my ass! Oh, Fuck! SHIT! More cock! I want more cock! Arrrgh!"
Anna's screams fired Chet up so much that he gripped her thighs tightly and thrust his hips forward in another powerful shove.
"Aiyee! Aiyee! Aiyee! Arrrgh! N-nnooooo!" Anna shrieked in pain as the chaplain buried half his throbbing cock-shaft in her tight hung. Anna bucked and heaved between the two studs as bolt after searing bolt of pain tore through her belly. She thought her gut was blowing apart.
"No! P-please! Take it away! Unngh!" she screamed and begged one more time, jerking up and trying to pull away from the prick that was embedded in her bowels.
"Easy, Anna. Easy, babe," Chet cooed. "Just relax, and your asshole's going to expand. You'll love it."
Anna closed her eyes tightly and concentrated on relaxing. She discovered that she was actually beginning to feel some pleasure from having the chaplain's cock up her ass.
"Uhhhh!" she moaned. Chet raised his head and winked at Greg who winked back. The two studs began fucking her at the same time.
"Arrrgh!! Wawwwh!" Anna cried. She couldn't believe the feeling that was tearing at her body. Two long, thick, hard, hot cocks slid in and out of her at the same time. She felt deliciously stuffed by those thrusting, twisting, trembling pricks. Chet's dick especially felt like a mammoth fist inside her. Yet her son's reaming cock made her pussy and clit tremble and quiver as if a stick of dynamite had blown off in her snatch. She loved the feeling of tension and muscle jamming in and out of her juice-saturated pussy. She dug her fingernails into Greg's shoulders as he stroked and tugged her clit, making her cry out in ecstasy and whimper uncontrollably. She was begging both of them to fuck her, to jam their cocks in deeper and deeper into her body. White-hot flashes racked her shitter and pussy as the two men grunted and groaned and bucked and heaved.
"Ohhh, God, Chet! More cock, Greg! Jeeesus! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeee!" Anna shrieked as she was tossed from one man to the other. She opened her eyes and looked at her son. She saw his face contorted and twisted with pleasure. She knew that he was ready to fire his boiling jizz into her snatch. She felt her cunt walls gripping his twitching cock harder as she increased her pumping. At the same time she felt Chet's dick begin to swell thicker and thicker in her asshole. Anna wanted both men to come at the same time, and she wanted to make sure that she joined them.
Suddenly Greg's back went rigid and the tendons and veins stood out on his neck as his cock erupted. Her son shivered and thrashed on the floor as his cum spurted out of his spasming cock-head and spattered onto Anna's trembling cunt walls.
Greg's moans triggered Chet's climax.
"Here it comes, bitch!" the chaplain shrieked as he hunched up his hips and drove his cock so deep into her asshole Anna thought he was going to send her and Greg crashing into the wall behind them. She felt his hot, sticky jizz jet up her shitter as Greg's cock continued to throb and shoot wildly in her cunt.
"Aiyee! Wawwwwh! Wawwwh!" Anna shrieked as her clit beat like a kettle drum with orgasmic contractions. She quivered, bucked and shook, shrieking like a mad woman as one spasm after another ripped through her cunt.
"Ohhhh, fffffuuuucccckkkk!" Anna screamed wildly as the two studs continued to spew their sticky spunk inside her body.
"Ohhhh, fuck!" Chet moaned as the last wad of his steaming cum blew out of his bouncing balls.
"Jesus! Jesus!" Greg groaned as he pulled his cock out of his mother's snatch and rolled over on his back.
"Like something like that, son?" Chet asked the boy as he continued to rotate his hairy groin against Anna's quivering, sweaty ass-cheeks.
"Yeah! Jesus Christ yessss," Greg said smiling up at his exhausted mother.
"Well, while you two are arguing over the goods, I'm going to take a shower," Anna said as she pulled free of Chet's softening prick and jumped to her feet.
"I think I can arrange it so we can have more of these sessions, with people who are like you," Chet said meaningfully to Anna.
The woman stopped and looked first at her son, then at Chet. She knew she shouldn't listen to him. But there was something in the tone of his voice that excited her. A-lore cock? Why not? she thought to herself as she turned around and sat on the couch.