'Fuck her, Brett!' Sally wailed. 'I wanna see your cock fucking her in the ass! Come on, start fucking her!'
'Mmm, yes!' Karen agreed, twisting her uplifted ass with her son's cock buried deeply. 'Fuck that hot asshole, honey! Ohhh, my asshole is so fucking hungry! Give it your sweet cock, Brett!'
As her son began to flick his cock back and forth, Karen sucked in hiss after hiss of ecstatic pleasure. She moved her ass about in a tight circle for him, feeling the hot little hands of Sally holding her ass cheeks. Then there was
an added delight-she felt Sally start licking about her ass with a wet, eager tongue. Then a hand closed about one of her dangling tits. The hand, of course, was Sally's, and Brett was now gripping her swinging hips with his hands as he fucked deep into her asshole.
The sensations flooding her body wiped the murmurs and excited words of Sally and her son from her ears. She let the ecstasy take over, her ass swaying, burning as her asshole clung to her son's cock. The fact that this was making Sally very excited fueled Karen's delight.
Her son's cock felt so very hard and long as he fucked into her fiery asshole. It seemed as if he could reach the very depths of her being, searing her nerve endings, making her tremble with more ecstasy than she had believed possible.
She could hear the kids making sounds but the words weren't at all clear to her. It didn't matter. They were lewd sounds, words oft excitement, of encouragement, and that was what counted.
Her cunt, as if jealous of her asshole, steamed like a flow of lava, her fuck juices seeping and smearing the insides of her soft, smooth thighs. Her clit felt as if it would burst any second, shattering her body.
The orgasm came over her quickly.
'Oh, I'm going to come!' Karen screamed. She clawed at the carpet with her hands, shaking her lifted ass wildly. 'I'm coming! Oh, fuck me, fuck me! I'm coming… with my hot asshole, too!'
His mother's orgasm caused her asshole to tighten even more about his throbbing prick. Her asshole seemed to suck his cock deep into her body, milking with fiery tightness. She could hear Sally yelping. Her orgasm was so hot, it seemed her flesh was melting from her bones.
'Oh… oh!' Karen wailed, slamming her ass back hard onto her son's cock. 'Ohhhh… ohhhh, fuck me! Oh, shit, that's good! So fucking good!'
She felt hands running about her body, feeling her tight tits, her churning stomach, the cheeks of her ass and the hairy wetness of her cunt. A scream came from Karen as she felt her son's cock swell, jerk, and then spurt that precious thick come juice into her boiling asshole. It seemed to Karen she could feel each spurt of his come juice as it splashed along the velvet-like walls of her asshole. She was sure she could feel the frothy come juice flooding her like a sudden enema. She ground her naked ass hard against the base of her son's
gushing cock, squealing in ecstasy.
Brett was in no hurry to pull his cock out of his mother's gripping asshole. Neither was she. He had told her before that he liked the feeling of his cock being held this way, and when her orgasm finally stopped, she began opening and closing her asshole about his prick, knowing the pleasure it gave him.
As her muscles weakened, she scooted forward on her stomach, the swell of her ass trembling. She continued to moan with lingering ecstasy, feeling the hands of her son and Sally rubbing about her flesh, squeezing her ass cheeks and caressing her trembling thighs.
'That was something!' Sally said when Karen was strong enough to sit up. 'That was really something to see.'
'You're gonna be next,' Brett said, stroking one of his mother's tits.
'He's right.' Karen grinned. 'You don't think I'm going to put on shows all the time, do you? I sort of like to watch a fuck myself.'
Sally laughed.
'You know I'm gonna be next,' she agreed.
CHAPTER NINE
Karen stood next to the bath tub, dripping water from her shower.
Brett was there, standing over the toilet, and her eyes became glazed as she watched him pissing, heard the tinkle of piss striking the water in the bowl. Something about this excited Karen She shivered as she watched her son piss, seeing the stream flow. There was an unexpected tingle between her thighs, and Karen thought she was about to come.
She couldn't shift her eyes from his cock. There was something about watching him piss that sent rippling shivers of heat up and down her spine. She was hardly breathing, almost frozen by this absolutely unexpected pleasure. How could watching him piss excite her? That was unusual, maybe even a bit perverted, but Karen knew she was excited, and that was all there was to it.
As Brett finished, Karen could not resist reaching for his cock. She ran a fingertip over his piss hole, wiping away a drop still there. Then, she surprised herself and her son by bringing her finger to her lips and licking at it.
Realizing what she had done, Karen laughed nervously and quickly dried herself. With the towel wrapped about her hips, she swung her ass from the bathroom and went to her room to dress.
She hardly knew what she was doing. The image of her son pissing and what she had done with her finger burned inside her already erotic mind. She dropped the towel on the floor and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She was sure that beast inside her lower stomach was roaring at her again, pacing and demanding. It had been still, silent for some time now, ever since she had started fucking her son. Now, it was there again, demanding
more and more erotic games.
She didn't try to fight that beast this time. She was giving it without a whimper. She had to give in. There would be no rest for her if she didn't. And Karen didn't want to suffer anymore, never again.
She ran her hand through the thick bush of her cunt, then pulled the strands apart to look at the pink lips of her pussy. There was the best, she knew. Her cunt was the beast that demanded total satisfaction. She was, she knew, becoming a slave to her own cunt, and there was nothing she could do about it.
There was nothing she wanted to do about it.
She turned away from the mirror, and, naked, left her room. She peered into the bathroom as she passed, but her son, of course, was not there. She found him in the living room, sitting naked on the couch, one foot on the cushions and one on the floor. His cock and balls seemed to draw her as usual. She went to her son and dropped to her knees at his side, taking his cock in her hand and pulling. She leaned over and kissed the head of his cock, running the tip of her tongue along his piss hole. She pumped at his cock for a bit, looking up into his face, her eyes shining with brightness, fueled by the burning heat of her
cunt. She was almost afraid to ask him.
'Darling,' she said in a soft voice, 'is Sally coming here today?'
'I don't know, Mother,' he said. 'She didn't say anything to me.'
Karen squeezed, his cock. 'Does she still want you to fuck her in the ass?'
Brett nodded.
'I hope she don't come over,' Karen said, running her tongue about his balls. 'At least not for a little while.'
'Why, Mother? I thought you liked it when she was with us.' 'I do, baby,' Karen murmured, her face between his thighs, kissing his balls. 'But there's something I'd like to try, and I want it to be only between you and I.'
'Just say what it is,' her son said, running his hand through her hair. 'You know me by now-always ready to try something.'
'You won't think I'm bad?' she asked.
'Bad? How bad?'
'You know, dirty?'
He leered down at her. 'The dirtier the better, Mother. You know that.'
She gazed up at him, taking his balls into her mouth for a moment. She sucked them, then let his balls
