Frank Brown: Mom peeps on the boys

"Not so fast," the girl complained. "Gimme a few minutes, huh? It's real sensitive in there right now."

"I'll bet it is," Mark said, and he rammed.

The girl snapped her head back, gasping. "Oh, Jesus Christ!"

Mark laughed, fucking his cock in and out. His belly smacked her ass rhythmically.

The girl's eyes nearly popped out. She gasped and panted as if she were having a baby.

Mark hunched over her, his back rounded. He hugged her ass to his lower belly, grinding his cock inside her cunt, laughing as she squirmed.

The girl was helpless under him. She gasped and whimpered, wiggling her ass as Mark reamed out her super-sensitive cunt. After a few minutes, she stopped complaining and started to moan.

"Oh Mark, give it to me! Screw me, make me come again!"

Mark fucked his cock in and out slowly. She begged him for more, begged him to fuck faster, harder.

"You getting close?" he asked.

"Yeahhh!" she breathed, grinding her ass against his belly.

"Good," he said, and he pulled his cock out of her pussy.

She moaned. "Mark, don't tease me."

"You want me to shove it back in?"

"Oh God, yes!"

He spread her asscheeks, rubbing his pussy-juiced cock up and down between them.

She squirmed, moaning. "Come on, Mark, quit teasing. Shove it back in."

The boy's cockhead ground like a fist against her tiny pink ass pucker.

"Quit teasing," she whimpered. "Fuck me, damn it!"

The boy grinned wickedly. Suddenly, he thrust hard, his hips grinding. His prickhead split her assring wide open and fucked inside her asshole.

She arched her back, trembling, her eyes wide open in shock. "Mark, no!"

"Mark, yes!" the boy growled. He fucked his cock up her asshole until every inch of it had disappeared inside her.

The girl wriggled like a speared eel. "Oh, Jesus Christ! Oh, please stop!"

"Mmm, you're tight," Mark breathed, his face flushed crimson. "Your asshole is so nice and tight and hot! Oh wowww!" He eased his cock halfway out, then fucked it back in. Before the girl could stop gasping enough to say anything, Mark had settled into a fast fucking rhythm.

She whimpered, tears running down her cheeks as Mark fucked her asshole. "It hurts," she sobbed. "Oh, it hurts!"

"Feels so good!" Mark muttered, his teeth clenched. "Mmm, I'm gonna fuck you all night!" His muscles rippled as he hunched over the helpless girl, grinding his huge fucker in her raped asshole.

Alice thought she must be having a nightmare. How could Mark do such a thing? It was not only cruel, but perverted. There was her oldest son, committing a vicious rape upon a young girl's asshole.

"Mmm, you tight little bitch, move that ass!"

He gnawed on her shoulders, bit at her neck through her silky blonde hair. His ass rotated, ass cheeks contracting. His cock fucked in and out of the young girl's asshole.

Alice couldn't believe such a thick, hard, long cock could actually be fucking such a tiny asshole. She expected to see blood gushing from the young girl's asshole, but all she saw was Mark's thick cock, like an ivory tusk, sliding easily in and out.

The girl stopped sobbing and lay there passively, letting the grunting boy fuck her asshole. After a minute she even stopped wincing. Suddenly, she was wiggling her ass in sensuous circles, grinding her asshole around and around on Mark's fucking cock.

"Yeahhh!" he growled. "That's it. Fuck that cock! Oh yeah!"

"Feels good!" the girl cried. "Oh Mark, I've never done this before! Oh God, I never knew it felt so good!"

"Shut up and fuck," Mark said, biting her hair and ripping at it playfully. "Come on, you pretty bitch, wiggle that ass, suck that cock with your asshole!"

He straightened up, swinging his hips and fucking his cock in and out of sucking shithole. He reached forward, getting his hands under her so he could play with her tits. He twisted on her nipples, tweaked and stretched them.

The girl arched back, her eyes rolling, her head nodding drunkenly from side to side. Her ass wiggled in tight little circles, devouring the boy's cock again and again. She'd sucked in her gut and her waistline looked tiny.

Mark fucked hard, ramming his fucker up her rotating ass, smacking his belly against her ass with a quick, intense rhythm. They grunted in unison, moaning, mumbling. Mark's cock made squishing sounds inside her asshole.

"I think I can come like this," the girl gasped, looking more delirious by the moment.

"Never fucked a chick who couldn't," Mark muttered. "They all love it up the ass." He slapped her ass playfully, fucking her faster and faster.

They reached a fucking frenzy within seconds. They looked as if they meant to destroy each other as he slammed her ass against his abdomen and as he rammed his cock up her ass like a piledriver. Pussy juice ran out of her cunt and down the insides of her thighs.

Mark fucked his cock in to the hilt, his eyes showing only their whites. He jerked fiercely, letting out a loud groan.

Alice thought she could hear her son's cum spurting and splashing inside the girl's asshole.

The girl jerked as if she'd been shot. She was shaking, wriggling like an eel. "Ohhh Mark, I'm coming! Shoot it!"

"Fuck youuuu!" the boy grunted. "Oh, fuck your ass!" He pounded her ass with his belly, driving his cock in with sharp fuck-thrusts. "Take it, bitch, take it all!"

The girl writhed as if in pain. The expression of ecstasy on her face, however, showed that she was in anything but pain. She churned her ass in tight circles, vacuuming the cum from the boy's flexing, exploding cock. Mark hunched over her, fucking her ass, whimpering with pleasure as the last of his cum was sucked out.

Alice fled the basement in as state of disbelief bordering on shock. She'd always known that Mark was a girl-chaser, and that all the girls thought he was hot stuff. Even in grade school he had girls calling him all the time. She'd known he was hot with the girls, all right, but she'd never guessed just how hot. It was obvious that her son was sex maniac who had probably fucked every girl in his high school by now.

On the ground floor, the house was quiet. Shawn had either finished his piano practice or was taking a break. Alice ran down the hallway and climbed the steps without being seen. The upstairs hallway was quiet.

Her shoes in one hand, her bare toes sinking into the carpet as she tiptoed toward her room, she felt uncomfortably sticky and gooey between her cuntlips. The masseur's cum was still trickling out of her pussy, little by little, and her own fuck juices had flowed freely as she'd watched Mark with the girl. She only wanted to get clean. She knew she'd jack off in the shower, but then she'd wash away all the filthy fuck fluids, the evidence of her degenerate lust and her infidelity to her husband.

Her bedroom door was half closed. It should have been wide open, as she always left it unless she was inside and didn't want to be disturbed. And there was a light on inside. Holding her breath, not knowing what to expect, she peered around the edge of the half-open door.

Shawn, clad in jeans, was rummaging in the clothes hamper in the closet, his head nearly buried in it as he kneeled in the closet doorway. His feet were bare, and he wasn't wearing a shirt.

What in the name of God? Alice thought. He wasn't going to find any clean clothes there. That was her personal hamper for her dirty clothes.

The boy mumbled something and straightened up. As he got to his feet, he swung shut the closet door.

Alice pulled back before he could turn around. She slipped into Ricky's dark bedroom across the hall and waited, peeking out into the dimly lit hallway.

Shawn appeared seconds later, opening her bedroom door completely, peering up and down the hallway, then reaching back to switch off the bedroom light before stepping out. He held something wadded up in his left hand. A few seconds later, he'd shut the door of his own bedroom behind him.