Classic Porn Books sleep-In For Daddy ch8
Chapter 8
Next morning, Jerry dived into a heavy breakfast of bacon and eggs and
buttered toast, topped by both milk and coffee and preceded by fruit
juice and vitamin pills. Besides being hungry, he was taking no chances
on losing any strength.
They had gotten Debbie Carter together last night, helping her to dress
and to do something about her hair and makeup, so that she looked
reasonably presentable when she went home to her husband and daughter.
She hadn't really wanted to leave, hut they all knew it was best, and
as she kissed them both goodnight, she'd promised to return as soon as
she could.
Finishing the last of his coffee, Jerry stretched his legs and said,
"Mom - what about Mr. Carter and Mary? I mean, if we want to keep
Debbie with us for any length of time, we're running the chance of him
walking in on us some day, just like she did."
"I know," his mother answered, "and I've been thinking about that.
Since Lester isn't working this weekend it's probably as good a time as
any, too. I guess the best thing for me to do is to seduce him, get him
to lay me, so he can't make Debbie feel guilty about her own swinging.
Still, some men cling to that old double sex standard, and he might not
go for his wife fucking someone else, even if he is."
"Maybe she can help work on him with you," Jerry suggested. "If she
talks to him, really talks to him, she might get him all turned on. I
know talking with you about screwing does it to me."
Angela snapped her fingers. "You may be right, darling. Our friend
Lester could be made horny as hell, if Debbie brought it up to him, if
his own wife sort of offered me to him as a new and exciting lay. It
might put a lot more zip into their sex life, too. I don't think that
Lester is actually a cold type; he's just in a rut, tired of the same
old screwing, no matter how good it is."
Carrying his dishes to the washer, Jerry put them away and said, "They
never ate each other."
"Blame the rut they're in, and all that early programming, and probably
the fact that most married couples never really talk to each other,
never bring their sexual secrets out into the open. Your father and I
were lucky, right from the beginning, and now you'll never be hidebound
by a bunch of propaganda that can only make you frustrated and
unhappy."
Jerry patted his mother's sleek ass and grinned. "No way for me to be
frustrated now. I've had the best, and if I never get to fuck all the
rest, I'll still be happy. How are you going to do it, mom - set him
up, I mean?"
She kissed his cheek and he felt the mounded pressure of her proud
breasts. "I'll call Debbie and clue her in, tell her to bring him over
here. Maybe you shouldn't be around, though - not at first, anyway.
After we've gotten Lester going, you can join the party."
"Okay," he said, stroking her hips as she stood softly against him.
"But where are you going to lay him, living room or bedroom? I want to
see and hear it all."
Angela frowned. "The living room, I think. I'll feed him some brandied
coffee and move him in there on the couch. If you get over in the
corner behind your father's big chair, you'll be out of sight." She
kissed him again, this time upon the mouth, her tongue darting and
honeyed. "I'll miss you, baby. Of course, I'm excited about screwing a
different man, about trying a new prick, but I'll miss you, anyhow."
"I can wait," Jerry said, and she went to the telephone to make the
arrangements. He heard her whispering instructions to Debbie and
listened to the small argument that seemed to be going on, but
evidently the other woman soon agreed.
"Have to run and make myself very sexy," Angela said. "Don't let him
see you, dear."
He felt a burgeoning of excitement as he went into the living room and
took cover behind the big leather chair. From there, he could look into
the kitchen and see as well as hear everything that went on. The couch
was to his right, across the room, and Jerry had a clear view of that,
also. Leaning back against the wall, his old robe wrapped around his
body, he remembered that he hadn't gotten dressed in several days. It
had been one long, terrific honeymoon with his mom, all that
magnificent fucking and eating each other, spiced at the end by Debbie
Carter's participation. He had the edge on his dad there; Mack didn't
have another woman join in when he had married mom.
Peering around the chair, he saw his mother come back into the kitchen;
she wore her slinky red dressing gown, the one that clung suggestively
to every curve of her long, lithe body.
It added a tantalizing, mysterious quality to her already beautiful
body, because the shimmering material couldn't quite be seen through,
because the suggestions of nipples and the outlines of luscious breasts
were barely guarded. As Angela moved to the counter, the gown flowed
around her sleek hips, and there was just a quick, teasing flash of her
long, supple legs. Luxuriously, her sun-gold hair purled down her back,
a pendulum to call attention to the swinging of her shapely ass. If
Lester Carter didn't raise a hard just looking at her, he didn't have
any balls, and was beyond hope.
Though he'd been expecting it, Jerry jumped a little when he heard the
knock on the back door. He stared as Debbie preceded her husband into
the kitchen and saw her kiss his mother on the cheek as usual, even if
he knew damned well that she wanted to blend hot tongue to wet tongue.
Lester was a redhead, a nice looking guy about five-ten and weighing
possibly 190 - plenty big enough to beat the hell out of a skinny k**
for dicking his wife, and Jerry found himself wishing hard that nothing
would go wrong. He and his mom and Debbie might sneak around for
months, fucking whenever they got a good chance, but sooner or later,
they'd get caught at it.
He had another idea then: his dad had asked him to keep his mom out of
trouble, to fuck her so well she wouldn't even be interested in
screwing anybody else. Yet here they were, working out a plot to bring
in another man. Jerry told himself that it wasn't really the same,
because the guy's wife was already part of the family screwing, and
wouldn't be yelling for a divorce.
"Sure," Lester said to the offer of brandy and coffee, as the women
maneuvered him onto a stool between them, "but I don't know why Debbie
dragged me over here. I mean, if you and Mack are having problems, I
don't know what the hell I can do to help."
Angela said, "A man's viewpoint might do some good. Here's to solving
problems, then."
Jerry noticed that the man's eyes kept flitting over to Angela's tits,
then hastily away, and knew that Lester must be getting a good whiff of
her musky perfume. No doubt, he had eyed her lots of times before,
dreaming a little about how good it would be to feel those slender legs
wrapped around him while he fed his meat to the unknown juiciness of
her pussy. But Lester had never gotten up enough nerve to make a pass.
Debbie sat up straighter. "While we're at it, we may as well discuss
our own hangups, Les." She looked great, Jerry thought, dressed in a
simple pants suit that brought out all the ample curves of her mature
body, and he felt a little thrill, remembering what a crazy fuck she
had turned into once she let herself go, recalling the way she had
gulped at the semen he pumped into her throat.
Even though Angela's thigh was pressing against his own, the guy looked
sharply at his wife. "Not here, Debbie."
"Here is the right place," she insisted, "because I think I'm going to
shock the hell out of you, Les." Taking a deep breath that pushed her
big tits strongly against her blouse, Debbie continued: "I haven't been
happy with our sex life for a long time, and you haven't, either.
Angela and I talked it over, and we decided that what you need is some
variety."
Lester poured himself some more of the heavily laced coffee. "Damnit,
Debbie -"
But his wife plunged on. "Don't you think Angela is beautiful? Isn't
she sexually attractive? I've seen you watching her, Les, and I can
imagine what you were thinking."
"Sure, she's beautiful, but that doesn't mean -"
Jerry saw his mother slide one hand over onto the man's thigh, and
watched Lester flinch as if the fingers were red-hot, and thought maybe
they were.
Debbie said, "Well, we're giving you a chance to make your erotic
daydreams come true. Angela wants to make it with you, too. I approve,
Les - I really want you to screw my best friend. That's why I brought
you over here."
The man swallowed noisily. "Wh - what? Debbie, what the hell are you -
this isn't you; you never talked like - much less came up with such a
wild idea; I don't know what's gotten into you."
"It's what you have the opportunity to get into," Debbie said. "Look at
Angela, damnit! She has such lovely breasts, and her legs are so long
and graceful; she's a truly passionate woman, and she's willing, Les.
She's more than willing - she's hot, hot."
Now Jerry watched his mom's hand creep into Lester Carter's crotch,
fingering there while she leaned a firm breast into his upper arm,
while her scented breath was warm at his ear.
Angela said, "It's not a wild idea, Lester; you're getting hard."
Debbie leaned against her husband from the other side, and he was
pinned between his wife and the woman he wanted to screw more just
then. "Go ahead," his wife said. "Feel those firm tits, her thighs;
think of her pussy, all hot and juicy, just begging for your hard
cock."
"Damn!" Lester said with a gush of pent-up breath. "Debbie - Angela - I
- I just -"
"Come on," Angela said then, lifting his hands to place them upon her
breasts. "There - that was easy, wasn't it? Do you like my tits,
Lester? They're not as big as your wife's, but I think they're pretty
good. Feel how hard my nipples are - almost as hard as your prick,
darling."
Stunned, the man allowed himself to be nudged to his feet and moved on
shaky legs between them to the living room. Jerry could see the bulge
in his pants now, the outline of a good-sized shaft, but nowhere near
as big as his own.
"There," Angela purred, "just sit back and let us take off your
clothes. Debbie - you get his shirt, while I take off his shoes and
pants, okay?"
They stripped him quickly, yanking and pulling, and when Lester was
naked on the couch, Angela ran her fingertips over his upright cock.
"So this is what Debbie hasn't been getting enough of - it's a nice,
hard one, too. And you have lovely balls, Lester; they seem very full."
Chokingly, the man muttered, "Either I'm drunk or crazy, but I'm not
stupid enough to turn this down."
Standing away from them then, Debbie said, "I'll just slip over there
and leave you two to make it by yourselves from here on."
Her husband didn't even look up as she walked quickly to sit in the big
leather chair where Jerry was hiding, and he wondered if Debbie knew he
was behind it. Her eyes were fixed intently upon the couch, where
Angela was disrobing now, and Jerry watched with her to see his
mother's compelling body exposed.
She stood proudly, arching her back and making her high, fine tits
stand out, rolling her hips lithely as the dressing gown floated down
to the floor. Her burnished hair gleamed and drew Lester's eyes like a
magnet. Jerry saw the guy's prick throb and looked closer at it; the
rod was stumpy but solid, patterned by a blue network of swollen
arteries, the head a bright and glowing red, as was the hair in his
crotch and over his distended balls.
"All for you," Angela said, and climbed long-legged onto the couch,
pushing him down gently upon his back, so that the man's eager shaft
stood straight up. "Let me do it all, Lester."
All the guy could do was nod, his eyes wide and his prick bobbing
hungrily. Behind the chair, Jerry came to his knees and reached around
for Debbie's hand. The woman jumped at the touch, but instantly
realized who he was. He drew her hand back and placed it upon his
dilated cockhead as they watched his mother and her husband on the
verge of fucking each other. It was groovy for Jerry, because the guy
had no idea his wife was feeling another prick at the time.
Lester was mesmerized by the sleek body poised above him, the slender,
polished thighs widespread to expose the golden wonder of Angela's
lustrous mound and the dewy pinkness of her cunt lips. His hands went
trembling up to take her slim waist, and she wrapped one hand around
his cock, holding it still as she brought her hairy crotch slowly down.
When the silken hairs touched the tip of the man's prick, Jerry thought
Lester would leap off the couch, but he settled back as Angela wriggled
her smooth ass and pressed her humid labia against his knob. It slid
eagerly up into her hot sheath, inch by expanded inch, until she was
sitting against his pelvis, until only his balls were outside the
slippery marvel of her practiced cunt.
Humping into Debbie's hand, Jerry dug the scene, watching his mother's
gorgeous ass shift back and forth so the man's cock was rolled
lasciviously around inside her snatch. He had seen his dad's prick
slipping in and out of that magic box, and knew the sensations it could
bring to his own stiff meat; now he was observing a new rod pumping
into his mom's precious pussy, and could see that she was enjoying it,
that the newness was thrilling her. And he realized that possibly she
was turned on even more, knowing the man's wife was seeing every grind
of her crotch, each voluptuous spiral of her ass.
Debbie's hand suddenly whipped from his cock, and Jerry blinked in
surprise, until he saw that she was tearing off her clothing, flinging
the pants suit into the air as she got naked. Her big, soft tits were
heaving, their nipples standing out brown and hard.
Over on the couch, Angela was really laying it to Lester, her belly
wheeling and dipping, one hand behind the man's head as she fed a
nipple into his suctioning mouth. The cheeks of her satiny ass
tightened and let go, and she had her knees drawn up high, rocking and
seesawing upon the engorged meat buried inside her driving pussy.
Lester hung on, stroking back with frantic liftings of his pelvis,
reaching up into the juicy glory of that wildly spasming vagina he had
dreamed about. The wet, sexy, noises became louder, and Jerry could
hear their bellies slap together, hear the rasping of their breath and
the moans of his mother as she drew near to her orgasm with this new
lover.
"Fuck him!" Debbie hissed from the chair, squeezing hard upon both her
naked breasts. "Fuck him, Angela - make him come in you!"
And blindly, she pawed back for another grip upon another prick, one
that Jerry happily slid into her fingers. He didn't take his eyes from
the furiously screwing pair on the couch, and when his mother trembled
and threw back her head in ecstasy, he knew she had come. Lester's
balls jerked upward only a split second later, and the man dug his
fingers into the smooth cheeks of Angela's ass as he strained his
crotch to hers and fired the wad of his semen up into her shuddering
cunt.
His mom loved the feel of hot jism spurting into her, Jerry thought,
loved it any way she could get it, and he was glad for her now. And now
Lester Carter couldn't say a damned thing about his wife balling
another guy, even a young k**, because he'd never want to be deprived
of his new, enthralling pussy.
Next morning, Jerry dived into a heavy breakfast of bacon and eggs and
buttered toast, topped by both milk and coffee and preceded by fruit
juice and vitamin pills. Besides being hungry, he was taking no chances
on losing any strength.
They had gotten Debbie Carter together last night, helping her to dress
and to do something about her hair and makeup, so that she looked
reasonably presentable when she went home to her husband and daughter.
She hadn't really wanted to leave, hut they all knew it was best, and
as she kissed them both goodnight, she'd promised to return as soon as
she could.
Finishing the last of his coffee, Jerry stretched his legs and said,
"Mom - what about Mr. Carter and Mary? I mean, if we want to keep
Debbie with us for any length of time, we're running the chance of him
walking in on us some day, just like she did."
"I know," his mother answered, "and I've been thinking about that.
Since Lester isn't working this weekend it's probably as good a time as
any, too. I guess the best thing for me to do is to seduce him, get him
to lay me, so he can't make Debbie feel guilty about her own swinging.
Still, some men cling to that old double sex standard, and he might not
go for his wife fucking someone else, even if he is."
"Maybe she can help work on him with you," Jerry suggested. "If she
talks to him, really talks to him, she might get him all turned on. I
know talking with you about screwing does it to me."
Angela snapped her fingers. "You may be right, darling. Our friend
Lester could be made horny as hell, if Debbie brought it up to him, if
his own wife sort of offered me to him as a new and exciting lay. It
might put a lot more zip into their sex life, too. I don't think that
Lester is actually a cold type; he's just in a rut, tired of the same
old screwing, no matter how good it is."
Carrying his dishes to the washer, Jerry put them away and said, "They
never ate each other."
"Blame the rut they're in, and all that early programming, and probably
the fact that most married couples never really talk to each other,
never bring their sexual secrets out into the open. Your father and I
were lucky, right from the beginning, and now you'll never be hidebound
by a bunch of propaganda that can only make you frustrated and
unhappy."
Jerry patted his mother's sleek ass and grinned. "No way for me to be
frustrated now. I've had the best, and if I never get to fuck all the
rest, I'll still be happy. How are you going to do it, mom - set him
up, I mean?"
She kissed his cheek and he felt the mounded pressure of her proud
breasts. "I'll call Debbie and clue her in, tell her to bring him over
here. Maybe you shouldn't be around, though - not at first, anyway.
After we've gotten Lester going, you can join the party."
"Okay," he said, stroking her hips as she stood softly against him.
"But where are you going to lay him, living room or bedroom? I want to
see and hear it all."
Angela frowned. "The living room, I think. I'll feed him some brandied
coffee and move him in there on the couch. If you get over in the
corner behind your father's big chair, you'll be out of sight." She
kissed him again, this time upon the mouth, her tongue darting and
honeyed. "I'll miss you, baby. Of course, I'm excited about screwing a
different man, about trying a new prick, but I'll miss you, anyhow."
"I can wait," Jerry said, and she went to the telephone to make the
arrangements. He heard her whispering instructions to Debbie and
listened to the small argument that seemed to be going on, but
evidently the other woman soon agreed.
"Have to run and make myself very sexy," Angela said. "Don't let him
see you, dear."
He felt a burgeoning of excitement as he went into the living room and
took cover behind the big leather chair. From there, he could look into
the kitchen and see as well as hear everything that went on. The couch
was to his right, across the room, and Jerry had a clear view of that,
also. Leaning back against the wall, his old robe wrapped around his
body, he remembered that he hadn't gotten dressed in several days. It
had been one long, terrific honeymoon with his mom, all that
magnificent fucking and eating each other, spiced at the end by Debbie
Carter's participation. He had the edge on his dad there; Mack didn't
have another woman join in when he had married mom.
Peering around the chair, he saw his mother come back into the kitchen;
she wore her slinky red dressing gown, the one that clung suggestively
to every curve of her long, lithe body.
It added a tantalizing, mysterious quality to her already beautiful
body, because the shimmering material couldn't quite be seen through,
because the suggestions of nipples and the outlines of luscious breasts
were barely guarded. As Angela moved to the counter, the gown flowed
around her sleek hips, and there was just a quick, teasing flash of her
long, supple legs. Luxuriously, her sun-gold hair purled down her back,
a pendulum to call attention to the swinging of her shapely ass. If
Lester Carter didn't raise a hard just looking at her, he didn't have
any balls, and was beyond hope.
Though he'd been expecting it, Jerry jumped a little when he heard the
knock on the back door. He stared as Debbie preceded her husband into
the kitchen and saw her kiss his mother on the cheek as usual, even if
he knew damned well that she wanted to blend hot tongue to wet tongue.
Lester was a redhead, a nice looking guy about five-ten and weighing
possibly 190 - plenty big enough to beat the hell out of a skinny k**
for dicking his wife, and Jerry found himself wishing hard that nothing
would go wrong. He and his mom and Debbie might sneak around for
months, fucking whenever they got a good chance, but sooner or later,
they'd get caught at it.
He had another idea then: his dad had asked him to keep his mom out of
trouble, to fuck her so well she wouldn't even be interested in
screwing anybody else. Yet here they were, working out a plot to bring
in another man. Jerry told himself that it wasn't really the same,
because the guy's wife was already part of the family screwing, and
wouldn't be yelling for a divorce.
"Sure," Lester said to the offer of brandy and coffee, as the women
maneuvered him onto a stool between them, "but I don't know why Debbie
dragged me over here. I mean, if you and Mack are having problems, I
don't know what the hell I can do to help."
Angela said, "A man's viewpoint might do some good. Here's to solving
problems, then."
Jerry noticed that the man's eyes kept flitting over to Angela's tits,
then hastily away, and knew that Lester must be getting a good whiff of
her musky perfume. No doubt, he had eyed her lots of times before,
dreaming a little about how good it would be to feel those slender legs
wrapped around him while he fed his meat to the unknown juiciness of
her pussy. But Lester had never gotten up enough nerve to make a pass.
Debbie sat up straighter. "While we're at it, we may as well discuss
our own hangups, Les." She looked great, Jerry thought, dressed in a
simple pants suit that brought out all the ample curves of her mature
body, and he felt a little thrill, remembering what a crazy fuck she
had turned into once she let herself go, recalling the way she had
gulped at the semen he pumped into her throat.
Even though Angela's thigh was pressing against his own, the guy looked
sharply at his wife. "Not here, Debbie."
"Here is the right place," she insisted, "because I think I'm going to
shock the hell out of you, Les." Taking a deep breath that pushed her
big tits strongly against her blouse, Debbie continued: "I haven't been
happy with our sex life for a long time, and you haven't, either.
Angela and I talked it over, and we decided that what you need is some
variety."
Lester poured himself some more of the heavily laced coffee. "Damnit,
Debbie -"
But his wife plunged on. "Don't you think Angela is beautiful? Isn't
she sexually attractive? I've seen you watching her, Les, and I can
imagine what you were thinking."
"Sure, she's beautiful, but that doesn't mean -"
Jerry saw his mother slide one hand over onto the man's thigh, and
watched Lester flinch as if the fingers were red-hot, and thought maybe
they were.
Debbie said, "Well, we're giving you a chance to make your erotic
daydreams come true. Angela wants to make it with you, too. I approve,
Les - I really want you to screw my best friend. That's why I brought
you over here."
The man swallowed noisily. "Wh - what? Debbie, what the hell are you -
this isn't you; you never talked like - much less came up with such a
wild idea; I don't know what's gotten into you."
"It's what you have the opportunity to get into," Debbie said. "Look at
Angela, damnit! She has such lovely breasts, and her legs are so long
and graceful; she's a truly passionate woman, and she's willing, Les.
She's more than willing - she's hot, hot."
Now Jerry watched his mom's hand creep into Lester Carter's crotch,
fingering there while she leaned a firm breast into his upper arm,
while her scented breath was warm at his ear.
Angela said, "It's not a wild idea, Lester; you're getting hard."
Debbie leaned against her husband from the other side, and he was
pinned between his wife and the woman he wanted to screw more just
then. "Go ahead," his wife said. "Feel those firm tits, her thighs;
think of her pussy, all hot and juicy, just begging for your hard
cock."
"Damn!" Lester said with a gush of pent-up breath. "Debbie - Angela - I
- I just -"
"Come on," Angela said then, lifting his hands to place them upon her
breasts. "There - that was easy, wasn't it? Do you like my tits,
Lester? They're not as big as your wife's, but I think they're pretty
good. Feel how hard my nipples are - almost as hard as your prick,
darling."
Stunned, the man allowed himself to be nudged to his feet and moved on
shaky legs between them to the living room. Jerry could see the bulge
in his pants now, the outline of a good-sized shaft, but nowhere near
as big as his own.
"There," Angela purred, "just sit back and let us take off your
clothes. Debbie - you get his shirt, while I take off his shoes and
pants, okay?"
They stripped him quickly, yanking and pulling, and when Lester was
naked on the couch, Angela ran her fingertips over his upright cock.
"So this is what Debbie hasn't been getting enough of - it's a nice,
hard one, too. And you have lovely balls, Lester; they seem very full."
Chokingly, the man muttered, "Either I'm drunk or crazy, but I'm not
stupid enough to turn this down."
Standing away from them then, Debbie said, "I'll just slip over there
and leave you two to make it by yourselves from here on."
Her husband didn't even look up as she walked quickly to sit in the big
leather chair where Jerry was hiding, and he wondered if Debbie knew he
was behind it. Her eyes were fixed intently upon the couch, where
Angela was disrobing now, and Jerry watched with her to see his
mother's compelling body exposed.
She stood proudly, arching her back and making her high, fine tits
stand out, rolling her hips lithely as the dressing gown floated down
to the floor. Her burnished hair gleamed and drew Lester's eyes like a
magnet. Jerry saw the guy's prick throb and looked closer at it; the
rod was stumpy but solid, patterned by a blue network of swollen
arteries, the head a bright and glowing red, as was the hair in his
crotch and over his distended balls.
"All for you," Angela said, and climbed long-legged onto the couch,
pushing him down gently upon his back, so that the man's eager shaft
stood straight up. "Let me do it all, Lester."
All the guy could do was nod, his eyes wide and his prick bobbing
hungrily. Behind the chair, Jerry came to his knees and reached around
for Debbie's hand. The woman jumped at the touch, but instantly
realized who he was. He drew her hand back and placed it upon his
dilated cockhead as they watched his mother and her husband on the
verge of fucking each other. It was groovy for Jerry, because the guy
had no idea his wife was feeling another prick at the time.
Lester was mesmerized by the sleek body poised above him, the slender,
polished thighs widespread to expose the golden wonder of Angela's
lustrous mound and the dewy pinkness of her cunt lips. His hands went
trembling up to take her slim waist, and she wrapped one hand around
his cock, holding it still as she brought her hairy crotch slowly down.
When the silken hairs touched the tip of the man's prick, Jerry thought
Lester would leap off the couch, but he settled back as Angela wriggled
her smooth ass and pressed her humid labia against his knob. It slid
eagerly up into her hot sheath, inch by expanded inch, until she was
sitting against his pelvis, until only his balls were outside the
slippery marvel of her practiced cunt.
Humping into Debbie's hand, Jerry dug the scene, watching his mother's
gorgeous ass shift back and forth so the man's cock was rolled
lasciviously around inside her snatch. He had seen his dad's prick
slipping in and out of that magic box, and knew the sensations it could
bring to his own stiff meat; now he was observing a new rod pumping
into his mom's precious pussy, and could see that she was enjoying it,
that the newness was thrilling her. And he realized that possibly she
was turned on even more, knowing the man's wife was seeing every grind
of her crotch, each voluptuous spiral of her ass.
Debbie's hand suddenly whipped from his cock, and Jerry blinked in
surprise, until he saw that she was tearing off her clothing, flinging
the pants suit into the air as she got naked. Her big, soft tits were
heaving, their nipples standing out brown and hard.
Over on the couch, Angela was really laying it to Lester, her belly
wheeling and dipping, one hand behind the man's head as she fed a
nipple into his suctioning mouth. The cheeks of her satiny ass
tightened and let go, and she had her knees drawn up high, rocking and
seesawing upon the engorged meat buried inside her driving pussy.
Lester hung on, stroking back with frantic liftings of his pelvis,
reaching up into the juicy glory of that wildly spasming vagina he had
dreamed about. The wet, sexy, noises became louder, and Jerry could
hear their bellies slap together, hear the rasping of their breath and
the moans of his mother as she drew near to her orgasm with this new
lover.
"Fuck him!" Debbie hissed from the chair, squeezing hard upon both her
naked breasts. "Fuck him, Angela - make him come in you!"
And blindly, she pawed back for another grip upon another prick, one
that Jerry happily slid into her fingers. He didn't take his eyes from
the furiously screwing pair on the couch, and when his mother trembled
and threw back her head in ecstasy, he knew she had come. Lester's
balls jerked upward only a split second later, and the man dug his
fingers into the smooth cheeks of Angela's ass as he strained his
crotch to hers and fired the wad of his semen up into her shuddering
cunt.
His mom loved the feel of hot jism spurting into her, Jerry thought,
loved it any way she could get it, and he was glad for her now. And now
Lester Carter couldn't say a damned thing about his wife balling
another guy, even a young k**, because he'd never want to be deprived
of his new, enthralling pussy.
14 years ago
