Jackson Robard - The cub-scout mother

Another boy groaned and dropped to his knees, taking his waving cock between his hand, pulling on it as though it were a milk-giving teat. The boy Pete fucked Wanda's dripping cunt, and her legs splayed wide, the slushing of the fucking and her cries of ecstasy mingling with the other lovemaking noises.

Even as he watched tormentedly, Lester could not believe the nightmarish orgy. It was beyond his comprehension. Oh God! Bette Jean, his wife, getting fucked by their son in front of carnal-encited youths! The sight of their actions and the sounds of the rampant abuses filled his brain, making it reel with insanity. He had never dreamed of such debauchery, such depravity – and his sweet, puritanical wife was at the very core of it. Her wild mewls of passion were more than he could tolerate. He had to join in this lewd pillaging of the senses, take her, punish her and himself! He had to fuck her too, like the dirty little whore she was!

He leaped to the bed, freeing and holding his cock as if it were some bludgeoning weapon. "I'm going to fuck you, Bette Jean!" he yelled. "Do you hear me? I'm going to fuck you in the asshole!"

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, as his words penetrated her almost insensate brain. "Ohhh yes, darling… I want you in me, too!"

"Ummmmmm, agghhhh!" Gary wailed in unintelligible agreement.

Just the thought of fucking Bette Jean while his son screwed her underneath, while she handled another boy's cock, stirred Lester's loins further. He could contain himself no longer. He lunged at the puckered anus nestled between his wife's soft madly gyrating buttocks.

Bette Jean could feel the pit of her thighs and stomach hot and moist, and the savage force of her son's pulsating cock brutally batter her cervix, causing her to grunt uncontrollably. She heard her husband's wild cry of desire, and a tingling thrill rushed through her, making her fuck down on Gary that much harder. Yes, this is what I want, both of them, both men in my life inside me, all around me, all through me at the same time! The first realization that Lester was also important to her sifted into her passion crazed mind, and the desires built proportionately within her. Then Lester tore Gary's finger from her anus, almost ripping the walls of the tight little hole and making her squeal with piteous pain. "Aaaaaaaggghhh, God!" She clenched her buttocks together, only to have her husband stretch it again with the palms of his nervously quivering hands.

Lester opened her buttocks wider with his thumbs, probing at her already abused anus with his finger, widening and preparing it for his penetration. Bette Jean removed her hand from the boy's hardened, pulsating cock and turned her head. She could see Lester stroking his big, blue-veined prick. He pulled his foreskin back, exposing the huge bulbous head, and then aimed it directly for her anus. She spread her thighs open in anticipation.

Bette Jean turned her attention to the pressing need of Lester, and she reached between her legs and guided his stiff cock to the tightly puckered entrance of her hungrily aroused rectum.

Then she held her breath as the smooth, rubbery head popped suddenly through the tight elastic ring, and Lester caught hold of her shoulders and shoved the entire length of his great weapon up to its hair-covered hilt, his balls rapping against the backs of her thighs. She cried out, first in pain, then in utter abandoned ecstasy, as she felt both cocks buck and jerk inside her, with only the thin membrane between the parallel shafts. She groaned aloud like some animal bitch in heat as both husband and son skewered her like a helpless rag doll between their hardened, rampaging rods of flesh. Then, as if on a prearranged signal, they began to fuck in unison. Lester withdrew slowly, and Gary did the same, until only the heads of their cocks remained inside her – Lester's held only by her ravaged sphincter ring and Gary's by the pink-rimmed lips of her insatiable cunt. Then they rammed simultaneously, driving deeply up inside her, their stiffness pushing against each other along the parallel channels of her cunt and rectal passages.

"More!" she was able to groan. "I want more!"

They gave her more, fucking her with a constant rhythm that made her think of waves crashing upon a beach. Again and again they pounded against the pink island of flesh between her open orifices. She didn't want it to end, ever, not ever…!!

Wanda threw off the inexperienced Pete. Moaning and uncontrollable as she watched the trio writhing on the bed, she scampered over and squatted her own twitching pussy over Gary's gaping, passion-twisted mouth. Her cunt hairs tickled Bette Jean's nose as the girl settled down on Gary's curled tongue.

Bette Jean stared at Gary's wet darting tongue lapping Wanda's soft, parted cunt lips, heard the girl cry out with delight as she heatedly gave vent to the rising passions of her body. She saw Wanda's thin fingers busily toying with her full, ripe breasts, rolling and squeezing the hardened nipples in a way only a woman can. The lust-crazed wife began to tremble with even more fire from the strange forbidden events she was part of; no, was truly the heart of. Her upbringing had never even intimated this sort of thing, let alone the vile degrading but yet somehow perfectly proper acts she was already performing with her husband and son. Her being was so filled with the all consuming lust!

She stared at Wanda, grinding into Gary's face. NO! She couldn't have him!

"Now… Dad… Oh now, I'm going… to… cummmmmm!" Bette Jean heard her son say from beneath her, and then the rhythm of their fucking increased, and she had to grit her teeth to keep from screaming out her own building agony. Gary and Lester drove faster, faster, faster, and Bette Jean felt her son's cock lurch against her womb and his nozzle begin to spew forth an endless torrent of white boiling seed.

"Ooohhhhhh! I'm… cummmmmiiinnnngggg!" he howled.

Lester pushed every last inch of his prick into her bowels, panting madly. "Fuck me!" he yelled. "Fuck back, baby! Fuck back!" His body began to convulse as he clawed her waist with his fingers, and she rammed against him in one final fury until she felt the first spluttering squirts of his sperm shoot deep into her rectum. Still her son came in her vagina, adding his bursting dam of hot liquid fire, and she was being filled, deliciously filled; ever increasingly the walls of her whole belly were inundated by the thick flood of cum.

Bette howled like a wounded predator, and then shuddered violently as her own pinnacle was being reached: Oh Christ, oh heaven above, I want to cum… Now, with my boy and my husband still inside me… yes… we'll all cum together… as a family…

Then Bette Jean cried out: "Yes! Yessss I'm cummmmmmmmmminnnnnngggg!" She yelled again, her orgasm enveloping the very core of her being, and she heaved and bucked as the last spurts of semen filled both her cunt and anus. The force was unbelievable! Never had she thought there was so much pleasure from sex, from anything on earth! Her brain reeled and her thighs trembled as the sensual climax churned through her…

She fell forward finally, a long time later, half conscious, upon her son's still heaving chest.

Lester and Gary stayed inside her, their cocks slowly softening little by little. Dreamily, she felt their sperm ooze warmly out of her orifices and dribble down her legs front and back to pool beneath her knees. A long time later, they withdrew wearily, together.

"Jesus!" Lester murmured, falling on his back, exhausted.

"You were wonderful, Mom!" Gary said in a whisper, stroking her hair affectionately.

Later, after the boys had reached their climaxes, and they had rested, Bette Jean, Gary and the boys began anew.

Wanda led Lester away to her room, winding herself around him like a snake. He welcomed the opportunity, still not believing the nightmare still going on in his own house, on his own bed.