When Anna came into her living room, she saw a scene that was something straight out of a fuck book. Hilda was stretched out on the couch. Kip was crouched over her, sliding his mammoth dong in and out of her widely opened mouth. Jim was between her legs, jamming his tongue in and out of her juicing snatch. In one corner of the room Marie was suspended in midair between Chet and a football-type boy by the name of Billy Jackson. Chet was standing with his feet wide apart and his hips directly under Marie's ass-cheeks with his cock stuck up her shitter. The woman's legs were wrapped tightly around the muscular boy's wide thighs while he hunched his prick in and out of her squishing pussy. Marie bucked and howled mindlessly as she tossed her head wildly from side to side. Anna could understand what Paul saw in her-at least, sexually.
Anna looked around for Grace but couldn't find her. Suddenly she heard strange sounds coming from the kitchen. Anna walked to the doorway and nearly screamed with laughter at what she saw.
Grace was lying spread-eagle on top of the kitchen table, her arms and legs tightly tied. Two boys by the name of Joe Sutton and Jack Wingenfeld had smeared chocolate sauce all over her beaver and on her pussy-lips. Joe was busily licking Grace clean while Jack had a can of whipped cream in his hand and was squirting the white foamy stuff on the woman's tits. Grace obviously loved what was going on. She groaned and screeched alternately, begging them to lick her clean and to fuck her and to suck her dry.
Anna shrugged. Different strokes. She thought to herself as she strolled back into the living room. She looked for Greg and Ken but couldn't find them. Anna began to feel her snatch heating up again and she wanted her son up her cunt this time around.
"Ohhhhh, noooo!" Marie screeched as she clenched her teeth tightly together and heaved her hips high into the air. Chet and Bill braced themselves and jammed their cocks harder into the bucking, screaming woman. Anna wished that she had her camera loaded. She'd take a picture of Marie and show it to her husband. What would Paul think of his wonderful mistress then?
"Fuck! Fuck!" Anna heard Kip groan. She turned around and saw the boy's mammoth dong sliding completely out of Hilda's sucking mouth, only to slam back in and bury itself between the woman's thick, moist lips.. Anna felt the air in the living room grow thick with the smell of perspiration and vaporized twat juice. The groans and smells made her grow hotter and hotter for prick.
Where were Greg and Ken? Anna kept wondering as she wandered back to the bedroom. She was growing desperate. They weren't anywhere to be found. Just as she was about to resign herself to a session of finger-fucking, she heard the sound of something falling in the basement.
"Greg?" Anna called down from the head of the basements stairs.
"We're down here, Mom," her son called up.
"What's going on?" she asked as she started climbing down the steep wooden stairs.
"We're trying to set up something for the kinkier broads," Greg said as he went back to work with Ken in the corner.
Anna peered into the semidarkness and saw the two boys bent over something that looked like a table.
"What is it?" she asked as she moved closer to them.
"We're trying to put together a rack- You know, something kind of medieval for S amp; M freaks," Greg said.
"Well, don't look at me, guys," she said giggling nervously as she examined the table and the pieces of ropes Greg was affixing to the corners.
"Don't worry, Mom," Greg said as he ran his hands lightly over her tits. "We wouldn't put you on the table unless you wanted it."
"I certainly don't, but I think I know somebody who would," Anna said as she squinted her eyes together and thought of Marie bucking and heaving upstairs. "You think you boys could finish that thing in a few minutes?"
Greg shrugged his shoulders and looked at Ken, who had a small whip in his hand. Anna shuddered as she wondered where the boy had gotten it.
"I guess so, Mom, but what's the reason?" Greg wondered.
"You're about to have your first customer for that thing," Anna said as she turned around and ran up the stairs. She dashed into the living room and ran up to Chet.
"Listen, I can get even with that bitch and we can all have a ball at the same time," Anna whispered in the chaplain's ear.
"What are you talking-talking a-a- ohhh, shiiitttt!" Chet screamed as he closed his eyes and threw his groin hard against Marie's ass-cheeks. Anna looked down and watched the chaplain's thickly veined cock spasm wildly. Then rivers of white, sticky jizz poured out of Marie's impaled shitter.
"Okay, okay, what do you want?" Chet panted after a few moments.
"Listen, take that broad down to the basement," Anna whispered softly in his ear.
"Now?" Chet asked in surprise.
"Now. She hasn't come yet, has she?" Anna asked.
"No, why?"
"She'll be so fuckin' hot she won't know what's happening to her," Anna said between her teeth.
"Awwww, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Billy Johnson cried as he blew his load into Marie's cunt.
"Okay, that takes care of him, and she's still hanging," Anna said to the chaplain. "Take her downstairs. Greg and Ken have got something good for her," Anna said, smiling at the groaning, bucking woman.
"Come on, babe," Chet said as he grabbed Marie away from Billy and carried her off in his arms.
"This way," Anna said, walking ahead of Chet to the basement stairs.
"Where are we going?" Marie groaned as she looked around and saw Anna staring angrily at her.
The woman just smiled as she followed Chet down the steps.
"This is the one?" Greg asked as he finished bolting on the last piece of rope to the table.
"Don't!" Marie cried out as she began to realize what was going to happen.
"Shut up, bitch! You think I don't know about you screwing around with my husband?" Anna said angrily as she ran over to the table.
"Mom!" Greg said in a hurt voice. "You mean Dad and her-they've been-"
"That's right, honey," Anna said in a consoling voice. "But we're going to even up the score tonight. It seems that Marie here likes the S amp; M route. We'll give it to her like she's never had it before," Anna said.
Made struggled uselessly in Chet's strong arms but couldn't break free as the chaplain laid her on the table top.
"Hold that bitch," Anna grunted as Marie punched her in the stomach and tried to scramble off the rack.
"Got her, Mom," Greg said as he and Ken tied the struggling woman's ankles to the table.
"Please, don't! I'm sorry. I won't ever see Paul again," Marie begged.
"I don't give a fuck if you two run off together to Samoa, Anna snarled. "But I'm going to make sure you know exactly who you've cheated," Anna said as she and Chet tied down both of Marie's arms.
Anna grabbed a handful of Marie's hair and yanked it back.
"Arrrgh!" the woman screamed. The tendons and veins stood out on her peck as she bucked and thrashed on the wooden makeshift rack.
Anna pulled on Marie's hair again.
"P-P-Please-don't hurt me any more," the woman stammered as she looked pleadingly into Anna's eyes.
Anna just smiled wickedly as she held up the small whip she had taken from Ken.
"Uhhhh, noooo!" Marie wailed as she turned her head away.
"Mom, don't," Greg advised as he held his mother's arm up.
"Why not? She deserves to be punished," Anna said matter-of-factly as she shook her son's loose grip off and brought down the whip hard across Marie's thighs.
"Aiyeeee! UNNNGH!" the woman screamed out as the leather thong slashed across her tender flesh. Chet winced and turned his head away when he saw a large red mark appear on the woman's skin where the whip landed.
"Look at her!" Anna said as she trailed the cold leather across Marie's tits. "I think she actually likes it!" Anna said in amazement.
Chet, Greg and Ken looked at where Anna pointed. Marie struggled in her leather bonds, begging them to release her. But the trickle of cunt juice that oozed out from between her swelling labes told another story.
"Looks like she digs this kind of thing," Greg said as he whistled low and looked at Chet and Ken. Anna shifted her eyes and saw that the three men seemed to be enjoying the scene. They all had stiff hard-ons and were busily rubbing their cocks as they watched Anna drag the whip across Marie's quivering skin.
"Well, then let's see how the bitch likes it across the tits," Anna said, raising her hand again.
"Noooooo!" Marie screeched as every nerve in her body was rubbed raw with terror. Chet, Greg and Ken watched the black leather whip are in midair, then come slicing through the air until it slashed across the woman's swollen tits.
"Aiyeee! Aiyeee! Aiyeeee! Arrghhh!"
Marie shrieked as Anna raised her arm again to bring down the whip once more across her reddening boobs.
"Fuck with my husband, will you?" Anna said between her tightly clenched teeth as she brought down her arm quickly and crashed the whip across Marie's erect nipples.
"Unngh! Unnngh!" the woman cried out as her back arched and her trembling ass-cheeks ground desperately against the wooden surface of the rack.
"Let's see how she likes it across her cunt!" Anna hissed as she brought down the whip across Marie's swollen, juicy snatch-lips.
"Arrrgh! Unngh! Ooooooooohh!" the woman moaned as her eyes glazed over with what Anna knew was sheer ecstasy.
"Goddamn, this makes me sick!" Anna said as she threw the whip into the far corner of the basement. Marie was groaning and writhing on the table. She ground her thighs together desperately, milking the juice-drenched edges of her outer labes together as she moaned, whimpered and begged for more.
"Shit, I'll see she gets it!" Chet said with a smile as he picked up the whip, then climbed on the table and inched up towards Marie's head until his knees were on either side of her neck. Slowly, he slid the leather thong of the whip under her head, then pulled on it until her face was shoved nearly against his groin. "Suck that cock, bitch! Suck it, or I'll slice this fuckin' whip right through your neck."
Marie smiled weakly, then opened her mouth and engulfed the chaplain's thick cock with one gulp. Anna gasped out loud. It was like watching a sword-swallower at the circus! All you had to do was whip Marie a few times, and she became a regular side show!
"Unngh! That bitch can really use her tongue!" Chet groaned as he bobbed her head up and down with the whip.
"Shit, I can't stand here and just watch!" Ken said as he looked down at his red, jerking prick. "Come on, Greg. We'll take her on from behind," the boy said as he unfastened the ropes around Marie's ankles and threw her legs high in the air, exposing her sore, juicing snatch.
"I'll take this one here," Greg said as he wheeled around and grabbed Anna by the thighs.
"Ohhh!" she cried out in surprise as he dragged her to a corner. The two of them crashed down into a pile of old clothes.
"Ummmm, good piece of ass you've got there," Greg cooed as he slid his right hand slowly up Anna's right thigh until his fingers were running lightly through her stiff, bushy beaver.
"Ohhhhhh!" Anna cried out as she looked over her son's shoulders and saw Chet slamming his steely dick into Marie's mouth like a jackhammer while Ken churned his throbbing cock around the woman's sucking, squishing pussy.
"Hey, you gonna watch them all night?" Greg asked a little angrily as he traced his fingers up and down the slick surfaces of his mother's labes.
"Unnngh!" Anna groaned, closing her eyes and hunching up her thighs. "No, it's just that watching can be a turn-on."
"Then watch upside down if you want, but I'm going to fuck your titties off," Greg groaned as he spun his mother around until her head dangled over the edge of the soft pile of material. She opened her eyes and saw Chet, Ken and Marie all fucking and sucking on what appeared to be their heads. She giggled at the silly scene as Greg stroked his cock with his right hand.
Suddenly she couldn't breathe. Greg was on top of her, driving his tongue deep into her mouth. At first Anna was so startled that all she could do was moan and try to push him away. Then she began to get used to it. She quickly responded to her son's insistent tonguing. Soon, everything melted together. Their kissing became so frantic that Anna forgot about everything and everyone in her house that evening except Greg and his magnificent, sweaty body sliding and grinding on top of hers.
At the same time Anna felt her son's hot, throbbing cock slip back and forth against her steaming, juicy snatch. Every time his cock-shaft slid over her hot slit, she wanted to toss up her legs and slip Greg's prick in her hole.
"Unngh! Fuck meee! Fuck meee!" she screamed.
"Mmmgffff!" Marie echoed from the rack.
"Ohhhh! What are you doing?" Anna asked her son as Greg pulled away from her mouth and began licking her ear lobes. He slid lower, tonguing her shoulders probing her armpits. Anna felt herself losing control fast. The sensation of her son's sweaty body against hers was a feeling she never got used to. Every inch of his hot body seemed to find a corresponding sensitive spot on hers.
"Ohhhh, good! Fuckin' God, it feels so gooood! Oh fuck, Greg! Ohhh, noooo!"
Greg ignored his mother and continued his tonguing until he reached Anna's sunken navel. He drove his tongue hard against it, then clamped his lips over it and sucked hard. He repeated that again and again until Anna beat him wildly on the shoulders with her fists and hunched her aching cunt high into the air.
"Nooooo! Noooo! Noooo! What are you doing! Oh, fuckin' Jeeesus, what are you doing to m-m-meeeee?"
Anna couldn't see anything any more. All around her were bright flashes of loud explosions. She bucked and thrashed on the pile of clothes, pulling up her legs in an attempt to shove her pussy onto her son's face for relief.
"Ffffuuuuccck!! I'm coming! Ohhh, fuck, I'm gonna shoot!" Chet screeched from the rack as he jammed Marie's face hard against his groin and rubbed his hot, hanging balls hard against the woman's trembling chin.
"She's going to have to wait for me. I'm not ready yet," Ken grunted as he slammed his bulging prick faster and faster in Marie's quivering snatch.
"Ohhhhh, Mom!" Greg groaned as he stayed on her navel, licking, tonguing and sucking it as he drove her out of her mind.
Greg ran his tongue back to her neck, then down to her right nipple. He cupped his lips over the brown, stiffened flesh and sucked so hard that Anna thought he was going to pull it down his throat.
"Ohhh, noooo! Don't!" she cried out, reaching up and trying to push Greg away.
"Easy, Mom. I know what I'm doing," he said, diving back down to her tits and starting to suck again.
Anna rolled her head back and forth, groaning softly and hunching up her thighs as her son took his mouth off her nipple with a loud squishy sound and moved over to her other nipple and did the same thing.
"Ohhhhh! Arrrghhh! Unngh!" Chet cried as, wad after steaming wad of jizz blew out of his piss-slit and spattered into Marie's sucking, hot mouth.
Even Anna heard it and opened her eyes. From her upside-down position she saw rivers of white jism leak out from between Marie's lips and ooze down her cheeks and chin. The sight fired up her horny pussy even more.
"Mycunt! My cunT!" Anna cried out as she begged her son for relief "You asked for it!" Greg said as he tossed her trembling legs into the air and locked them around his back as he hunched forward and banged the hot tip of his throbbing prick against her upturned, trembling taut ass-cheeks.
Anna groaned as she felt her son's thick prick-shaft rub slowly up and down her fat, puffy outer labes. They screamed for violation and parted almost automatically when Greg's cockhead began to push gently against them.
"Unngh! Fuck meeee! Fuck meeee!"
Anna shrieked as she felt the tip of his cock-head slide just beyond the outer boundary of her cunt-lips into her hot hole. She hated it when her son teased her like this. She wanted to be stuffed with prick, to be rammed with hard cock. Playing around just drove her crazy with lust and into an early come. She wanted to drag this sex scene out as long as possible.
"Mom! Mom!" Greg shouted as he thrust down as hard as he could.
"Unngh! Arrrghhh! Arrrghhhh!"
Anna screamed as she felt the full length of her son's dick slam into her pussy. Her cunt walls rumbled and trembled with desire and excitement as they stretched to accommodate Greg's big cock. Torrents of twat juice spilled out from between Anna's labes as Greg rubbed his jangling, aching balls against his mother's hairy, sweaty groin.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Greg moaned in Anna's right ear as he started to hump against her, driving his cock faster and faster, in and out of her fuck-hole.
"Ohhh, noooo!" Anna moaned as Greg reached down between their sweaty, sliding bellies and groped for her twitching, beating clit.
"Yesss!" Greg hissed between his teeth as he drove his forefinger against Anna's clit and started rubbing the tiny throbbing shaft back and forth.
"Aieeee!" Anna cried out as if she were in pain. She screamed out again with pleasure as she felt her son's hot, heavy breath against her neck. His cock churned wildly inside her sucking pussy while his finger strummed her vibrating clit like a guitar string.
Suddenly the big explosion happened. Anna held her breath and opened her mouth as she felt the big ball of orgasm blow up to her belly, then down to her cunt. She threw her arms out and grabbed the air as if it would support her while Greg licked her stiff nipples and bit her swollen tits as he started firing his hot jizz into her twitching cunt.
"Arrrghhh!" Anna heard Ken shrieking somewhere in the distance as he blew his load into Marie's quivering snatch.
"Unnnnnnghhh!" Greg moaned, feeling his lava-like cum boiling up from his bouncing balls and shooting down his throbbing prick-shaft. It spattered out of his widening piss-slit and down into Anna's cock-stuffed fuck-hole.
Still, Anna hung on the edge, teetering at the top of an incredibly big climax. Greg thought she'd had a heart attack. Her body was hot, stiff and motionless. Her cunt walls clamped his shooting dick like a massive fleshy vise. Her tits and thighs quivered lightly. Suddenly something pushed her over the edge.
"Arrrgh! Wwwwaaaawwwwh! I'm-I'm c-c-coming! Dear fuckin' Jeeesus, I-I'm coming!" Anna shrieked as she realized squirt after spurt of her son's cum was blasting into her convulsing snatch. She threw her arms into the air, then clutched her tits with both hands as she ground her thighs against her son's jizz-spewing dick.
"Gnnnugh! Ohhhh, Greg!" Anna moaned as her son shot off the last of his hot, heavy load and crashed down on top of Anna. It was almost impossible for her to breathe.
"Ohhh, Mom, you're always one hell of a fuck," Greg said as he pushed himself up and looked into her eyes.
"Mmmmm, I'll remember that when I go shopping for your gift for Christmas," Anna said, chuckling softly. "But right now we'd better get our guests out of here. Remember, there will be more parties."
"Yeah," Greg replied, his eyes gleaming. "Yeah.."