Jane Tanner - Mother and son together

The head of Kenny's peter swelled up like a balloon in the vacuum chamber of her rapaciously suctioning mouth, then began throbbing urgently as the child heaved a mournful moan of fulfillment into her sopping-wet pussy. His arms lost their grip on her waist and his head fell back to the mattress between her knees. The cucumber started slipping down out of her snatch, looking for all the world as if she was growing a huge, obscene green cock. Marge grabbed it with her trembling, red-nailed fingers and pushed it back up her clasping vagina until she could feel its deeper end touching the hypersensitive mouth of her convulsing womb.

"Mama!" Kenny gasped, his stony young organ, pounding blissfully inside her gluttonous mouth. "Ohhhhhhh…ung, ung… aaaahhhhh… uunngg… ma-mmmaaaahhhhhhhh!!"

Marge's quivering red lips drew out lasciviously around the white, spit-slick column of her son's boyish turgidity as she lifted her head. SLURP! came the lustful report as she lost his blood-engorged glans.

"Oh, yes, darling… gawd, gawddd!!" she groaned, and started lapping up the few precious drops of milky-white boyish cream as it bubbled up from his adolescent loins and oozed luridly from the tiny, pouting mouth at the tip of his expanding and contracting pecker.

The twin channels of her vaginal and anal sheaths were clutching spastically at the fat cucumber and the twitching canine phallus stuffed up them.

"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned, smacking her lips in delectation when she swallowed the scrumptious reward of pure sexual nectar her greedy tongue had collected as it seeped from the urethral opening of her young son's adorable, orgasmically pulsating penis.

"Uunnnn, uunnnn, uunnnnn!" Kenny chanted, his slender, nine-year-old body shaking rapturously.

"Aaaahhhhhhhh!!" Marge answered him, her dilated sex split dribbling hot cunt oil as a series of flesh-quaking tremors wracked her perspiration-drenched torso. "Cumming! Ohh, sweet shit… we're all cccuuummmiiinnnggg!!"

Kenny pushed his mother's hand out of the way and shoved his small fist into her gaping, snapping snatch, driving it in until the other end of the cuke jammed her climactically convulsing womb clear up into the lower part of her heaving ribcage.

"Wwwhhhhaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!" Marge bleated, for her little boy's vulgar action doubled the already ungodly pleasure of her spine-wrenching climax.

"Take it… ohhhhhhh… take it, ma-maaahhhhh!!" the lust-lost child squealed.

"Yes, yes ohhh, yesss!!" Marge groaned gutturally, her puffy red lips drawing back over her clenched-together white teeth as Kenny beat at the lower end of the cucumber like it was a punching bag, making the deeper end of it bang rapid-fire against the raw-nerved neck of her dislocated, orgasmically spasming uterus.

And the long, red cock of their dog was still buried to the hilt in her butt, its pointed head spitting cum into her churning bowels as its superheated shaft pounded with a heartbeat-like rhythm in the gripping cylinder of her rippling, pleasure-soaked anal canal.

Sweat poured off Marge's shuddering body.

"Aaaahhhhh… Aaaahhhh… Aaaahhhhhh!" she chanted, her head drooping down in a series of jerky motions until it came to rest between Kenny's thighs.

With the point of her chin nuzzling her child's saliva-moistened asshole, Marge mindlessly rubbed her sweaty, lust-contorted face against the comparative coolness of the sheet.

"Aaahhhh-gggaaahhhhh… ooooohhhhhhhhh… uuuunnnnnnn… aaaahhhhhh… oooouuuuuuuu… ohh, Jesus Goddd…mmmmmm… aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

She began blubbering incoherently as her all-consuming climax reached its excruciating peak. It was unbelievably good, this fit of agony/ecstasy which had taken, her over body and soul. Marge thought she would die!

Afterward she was limp as the proverbial dishrag. It felt as if every ounce of strength had been wrung out of her weakly twitching body. Her hands were still shaking when she fired up a much-needed cigarette and propped herself up with a pillow.

"You still going out with Doctor Alcorn Saturday night, Mama?"

"Uh-huh," Marge sighed, exhaling a cloud of bluish smoke.

"You gonna let him make love to you?"

Marge smiled. "Honey, I don't know. If he gets me hot enough, I suppose I will."

"He's a nice man," Kenny said.

"Yes, he certainly is," Marge replied.

"I don't think I'd mind too much," Kenny volunteered. "Long as you don't let nobody else but him."

"Oh?" Marge drawled. "Mother's little lover wouldn't be jealous?"

"Oh, I'd be jealous, all right," Kenny admitted. "But if you'll tell me about it when you get home, and let me do it to you, too, then it'd be okay… I think."

This was a pleasant surprise for Marge, her son/lover giving her permission to enjoy Doug's sexual attentions, for the wealthy dentist had quite a hammer on him and she was looking forward to their next date. And the way Kenny had put it, she knew it would only make their incestuous sexing more exciting if she came home well-screwed and told him all about it.

"Okay, you sexy little bugger," she giggled mirthfully. "I'm going to take you up on that. You may be sorry, though. Doug and I are quite attracted to one another, and I get the feeling he's looking for a wife. How would you like it if we decide to get married?"

"Just fine," Kenny grinned, "I like Doctor Alcorn a lot, but I'd be getting home from school a way lot sooner than he'd be getting home from his office, so we'd still have plenty of time to ourselves, wouldn't we?"

Marge laughed softly. She mashed out her cigarette and took her pride and joy into her arms. "Don't you worry, Son. Mother will always have time for her little lover, no matter what else happens."