Jackson Robard - The cub-scout mother

I want his cum all of it I want to swallow his cum and have it boil within me… My son came to me as seed, and now he will cum again as seed…

Christ, what are they doing?

Lester gaped at the incredible debauchery being performed before him. Goddamn them, my own wife and son, so help me God I'll kill them both for this! His mind was in complete turmoil by the sickening picture of incest, the thought of his lovely wife whimpering and purring with increased and prurient bliss as she sucked Gary's shaft. In embittered shock, sick at soul Lester stood in anguish behind the masturbating boys.

Then, suddenly, waves of guilt rippled through him. He was the cause of this! Yes, he! They were not at fault, did not deserve the wrath of his punishment. As he looked at his wife and son in their carnal abuse, he knew that the momentary need of fucking Wanda had been was not worth the price he was now paying. The plaything on the floor meant nothing to him, yet the rendering of services which he had fostered could be endless in their consequences.

"Mom, don't stop… please don't stop!" moaned Gary, his hands entangled in her hair as she pressed her face back over his wet, steaming cock.

Oh God, what have I done? Lester's mind asked sickly. But even as tormented as it was, he could do nothing but watch the horrible performance. He was incapable of anything else for it was too late now, too late.

Then, as though to assuage his guilt, the thought of his wife sucking Gary suddenly began to excite him. The immoral act of hers was so much more terrible than his adulterous tryst with Wanda that it could make any anger, any revulsion, any hatred disappear. His cock hardened in his pants and he was lost in the total sensuality of the situation.

"Ooooohhhhh!" he heard his son groan. "I'm going to cum! I'm going to spurt my load in your mouth, Mom…"

Lester watched, almost choking, the salaciousness of Gary's depraved words involving him with overwhelming lust. He stared at the two of the the sight of his son's hard shaft almost completely absorbed between his wife's ovalled lips increasing the sensation a thousandfold. Jesus Christ! He cried silently. She's really sucking him!

Bette Jean massaged the soft resilient skin of Gary's testicles and tantalizingly used her left hand to stroke the hardened shaft as she drank in his cock rhythmically. Her tongue swirled at its apex, maddeningly flicking across the wide split of the glans on top. Gary arched his buttocks as he fucked her mouth, the pink edges of her lips pulling out as he withdrew and then clinging greedily he shoved his rod back in, further and further into her engorged throat.

Suddenly Gary groaned and removed his saliva-drenched penis from his mother's mouth. "I… I've got to fuck you!" he moaned. He wriggled, moving under Bette Jean's hovering legs until the tip of his penis quivered just below the thin, red cunt lips of her widened crotch. He jerked upwards, feeling the smooth, rubbery head rub against the softness of her pubic hair, running it along the furrow of her pussy. "Fuck you, Mom… gotta fuck you!"

Lester's eyes enlarged at the sight of his wife's wildly undulating buttocks as she ground her open vagina against his son's demon shaft. "Oh, yesss… yes… yesssss!" she crooned and she reached down and with one hand parted the quivering lips of her vagina, running an exploratory forefinger inside, shivering with its impact, while the other hand she guided her son's stone-hard cock to the hungrily awaiting hole. A mixture of desire and fear permeated her whole being. After a single moment's hesitation, she plunged her boy's cock against her cunt, expanding the resisting lips almost to tearing.

"Oh God, you're so big, Gary, dear, your cock is so big! I… I can't take it all… Nooooooo!"

She struggled as Gary's shaft lurched inside her, impaling her far more than she had estimated. She was truly filled with her son, with her flesh and blood. Gary put an elbow beneath him and looked down between them at her opened furrow as his hardened cock crushingly thrust up into her soft, pulsating vagina. Then, with one huge surge, he buried his giant cock all the way up in her tight quivering belly.

"Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhh," Bette Jean screamed uncontrollably. He bloated her bowels with his cock, every wrinkle insinuating against the sides of her vagina. He flicked upward once more.

"Uhhhhh!"

Again.

"Aaaaaagggghhhhh! Oh my God! Dear Jesus!" Bette Jean wailed.

Gary flexed his elephantine hardness, raising another deep groan from within his mother, but it was a lesser sound of torture. She was becoming accustomed to his inhuman size, and the hot passion of fucking took over.

She glanced at his chest, dropping her head down so it nestled his shoulder as she kneeled over him. "Oh please, son… please! I want you to fuck me hard! I never dreamed it could be so good!"

Gary began a slow revolving motion with his loins, grinding his penis tightly up into her nakedly aroused cunt, expanding her helplessly impaled pussy with ever-increasing sawing action. He thrust upward unmercifully, in and out with battering, tearing regularity. His hand crept across her curved spinal cord and played along the crevice between her naked buttocks until his finger found the raw, puckered anus pointing toward the ceiling. He rubbed his finger there briefly, teasing her rectal opening like another hot, probing tongue.

"OOooohhhh!" Bette Jean gasped. Her hips began an automatic gyration as finally, Gary dipped his finger through the tight nether ring of his mother's anus and wormed it deeply into her warm, spongy interior flesh. He moved it in a circular motion, expanding the tight hole until the palm of his hand lay flat against her buttocks. Bette Jean writhed and cried above him in the double ravishment of her genitals, and the outrageous dual defilement of her naked loins brought insanely masochistic pleasure surging through her body.

Gary moved his other hand around and felt the soft, hair-lined folds of her pussy where it clasped wetly around his cock. He fondled the gently contracting lips, bringing further mewls of delightful sensation from his mother's mouth, and he could feel the ever-widening passage of her seething vagina milking his prick in greedy desire as he continued to plunge in and out…

Lester moaned at the sight of his son's pistoning penis violating his wife's insanely grinding cunt, but he had little time to think further, for the dim room was suddenly flooded with light, and the lewd carnal scene exploded in vivid reality.

"Goddamn!" exclaimed a boy in the doorway, his hand on the light switch, his thick cock jutting like a small, purplish log in front of him, through the opening of his jeans.

"Jesus!" he whispered, "Isn't that the old lady down there?"

"You're right! Holy God, didn't you know it was his mother!"

"Look at them go, will ya?" the boy said wheezingly. "They're fucking like it's the end of the world!"

All eyes were on the wildly licentious couple as they screwed abandonedly. Lester groaned, but his eyes were glued to Bette Jean and Gary, just as the eyes of the others were, listening to the wild sucking sounds of his son's hot, pounding strokes.

"I don't believe it!" the boy choked, moving closer. He stepped over to the couple, but they were too wrapped in ecstasy, much too far gone, to know or care who else was there. The others joined him and then squatted down next to Bette Jean's undulating buttocks. "Look at that cunt of hers travel, just begging for cock!"

Lester wanted to scream! How Goddamn innocent he had been! Gary couldn't be her first affair, not by any means. He should have known she had fucked others before. Oh my God how many others had she fucked?

With his face a mask of licentiousness, one boy lay down beside Bette Jean and placed one of her hands on his throbbing hardened prick. Mindless with lust, she obediently clasped his rod and began stroking it in time with her undulating hips, her eyes tightly closed. She manipulated the cock, moaning ever increasing chants as Gary continued to thrust deep into her voracious cunt, her buttocks waving in the obscene kneeling position. Gary's finger still jerked in her tightly clenched rectum, and with the lights on, Lester could see her anus pucker and nip at the slender prong, ramming back on it as she swung up from the monster violating her cunt below, then surging downward, then up, then down.