Without waiting for his reaction, she suddenly scooted down, her head resting by his crotch and the dangling hose of his cock. With her stepfather's eyes following her every move, she extended her tongue and licked him.
Mitch's eyes weren't the only gaze riveted to Kari's moistly flicking oral digit. Marta had entered the room and stood at the doorway. The first thing she noticed was Mitch and Kari and that was as far as her eyes went.
Fascinated, she stared at the sexy young blonde as the girl's tongue lapped away the traces of Mitch's come and Marta's own asshole from his prick. Eagerly the girl licked and laved over the sleeping snake of his penis, Then she opened her mouth and began to suck.
Marta felt the swirling waves of arousal course through her loins once again. As impossible as it seemed, her recently sated body was aching for sex again. Shameless hussy! she reprimanded herself. But it didn't help as she watched the stiffening length of Mitch's cock grow under the soft insistence of Kari's sucking mouth and twirling tongue.
She felt the throbbing twitches of renewed life that coursed through that thick cock, which Marta realized the young blonde was experiencing. She could taste the fresh droplets of preseminal fluids that oozed from the thickening head of the man's cock.
She shivered, trying to draw her eyes away from the arousing scene. But as with Janice and Mitch in bed together, she was mesmerized by the blonde stepdaughter eating at her stepfather's rooty tube of cock. She trembled as the girl's cheeks hollowed deeply. She moaned softly to herself when that swelling rod slid glistening from her pouting pink lips.
Up and down the blonde's head bobbed now, having created a solid lance of desire from Mitch's recently deflated penis. Hungrily Kari ate at his cock. Her edacious mouth opened and accepted every inch of his column. Downward she slid along his throbbing rail of flesh, her nose nestling in the black hairs at the base of his shaft. Upward she pulled, sucking strongly at the growing wand of his manhood, stopping her movement with only his glans remaining within the warm shelter of her young face.
Someone moved to her side. She glanced to her left. It was Neal. Apparently she wasn't the only one in the room watching the provocative display of oral dexterity Kari provided. Neal's young prick stood hard and jerking from his crotch as he leaned back against the sofa and gazed at the teen-ager and her stepfather.
Suddenly Marta was aware that his eyes were on her. She looked up into his face. That knowing smile twisted on his lips. She realized that he had intercepted her longing gaze at his throbbing prick.
She shivered despite herself, as his hand reached out and grasped that thick column of sex. Up and down his fingers stroked, taunting her with the firmness of his cock, teasing the needs that dampened the slit of her cunt.
His dark eyes summoned her without a word. Without uttering a sound in reply, she slowly walked toward him, knowing that his gaze slowly roved over her nakedness as she came. She trembled, reveling in the pleasure she saw gleaming in his youthful eyes.
Sinking to her knees beside him on the floor she replaced his hand on his cock with her own: Her son moaned deeply as her fingers closed around the throbbing thickness of his shaft. Gently, while he watched, her hand rose and fell along the solid rail of his manly spike.
She had touched and tasted him before Now she intended something completely different for her son's lovely cock. She would have him in her pussy, deep in the soft recesses of her need.
'Neal,' she said as her dark eyes rolled up to him, 'I need you. I need you in me!'
His answer was simple.
'Yes.'
He slid around and stretched out on his back and gazed lovingly up at her.
Without further comment, she accepted his invitation to sit on his prick. He moaned softly as she climbed atop him, straddling his legs so that she squatted over him just below the throbbing rod of his cock.
Her spread thighs were like warm silk pressed tightly against his legs, almost a soothing counter-sensation to the electric excitement coursing through his body. The tickling softness of her thick black bush of pubic fur brushed over the tops of his thighs in a titillating taunt. His hips twitched in little jerks of anticipation, moving with a volition of their own.
She smiled down at him, her juggling tits dancing on her chest. 'Beautiful. Beautiful.'
Her hand slowly reached out and her fingers once more found the solid circumference of his pulsating sex. Like silken feathers, her fingertips ran up and down the straining hardness of him. She traced over the contours of his veined stalk and the hypersensitive knob of his glans.
He moaned and his hips twisted around in little, squirming circles. She was gentle. Her caresses were almost like those of a woman worshipping lust.
Unable to hold back any longer, she gave in to the demanding want and need that directed her. She pushed herself up from her seat on his legs. She scooted forward on her knees, moving over him. The heat of his thighs rubbing against hers as she crawled sent even newer and more aroused sensations to whip at the desire that motivated her every action.
Grasping his young, virile dick with one hand, she squatted above the pleasure of his groin. Her groove of sex trembled with a throbbing lust as she hovered there a brief moment or two, as she assured herself that her son realized what was about to happen.
He did. He grinned up at her with wide-eyed anticipation.
Then she began a slow-motion descent to the wand of desire her whole being ached to possess. The gorged bulb of his cockscrown nuzzled into the nest of her silk-fringed slit under the direction of her guiding fingers. She quaked and moaned incoherently with that most intimate of contacts. Eagerly, she felt the thick bulge of his glans twitch and jerk as they glided easily into the pouted lips of her labia. His own soft moans mingled with hers in the language of lust. Lower her wanton hips descended, the pulsating tip of his cock sinking deeper into her snatch, pushing into the scalloped folds of her inner lips. Then he separated them and pressed inward toward the burning core of her desire.
Doing her best to suppress the maddening urge to abandon herself to the frenzied fucking her body demanded, she released her clamping grip on his cock and slowly slid down the remaining length of the bone-hard tube of man meat.
Like a fiery rod, it was completely entrenched within her. She groaned and whimpered out the pleasure of their union. A union that was a satisfaction of its own. A union that filled her with pleasure she had denied herself because of the taboos of society.
It was indescribable!
Like velvet-covered springs of steel, the inner folds of her cunt sheathed him. The washing viscosity of her vagina bathed him in liquid warmth. The spongy persistence of her cunt walls squeezed at him, molding themselves to every inch he had pushed up into his mother's belly. So complete was the fulfilling pleasure that took command of his body that his eyes slowly lowered with savoring delight.
Then she moved. A little twitching move that jerked his cock with it. And her hands were on his chest. His eyes flared open and he stared up at the smiling face of his mother. Her eyes were lit with the incandescent gleam of love and lust.
'God!' she whispered-moaned. 'You're big! So fucking big!'
He had never heard her utter that word before. A few 'hells' and 'damns,' but never the big one. Rather than being shocked, he found the sound of it coming from her lips exciting and thrilling. It said just what was coursing through his own brain. He was fucking her-fucking his mother!
His pelvis jerked up as if moving with a mind of its own. He felt himself slither even deeper into the humid pocket of her tight pussy.
'Ohhhhhhhhh!' she groaned in a throaty voice of lust. 'Go! That's it! My God! That's it! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!'
Which is what he did. His hips bucked and pumped upward, doing their damnedest to lunge into the limits of her depths. However the confining position of her body and her weight were too much for more than minor movements. All the same, his moving in her had his mother moaning and groaning. Her fingers dug into his chest, leaving little crescents.
Supporting herself on outstretched arms, palms sliding over the pebbles of his nipples, she began to
