Brad Logan - Peeking at Mom

Marge's cunt was just as tight and hot as her daughter's. As Biff's cock slipped into her steaming cunt, he pressed his mouth over Marge's. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, tasting the juice of her cunt there.

Biff knew how to pace himself while fucking. He no longer began jerking madly until he came. Sandy had taught him how to get the most pleasure from fucking, and now Marge was getting the benefits.

"Biff, listen," Marge said suddenly. "I want you to do something special for me. Will you do it?"

What could she want from him while he was fucking her, he wondered? But he was eager to do anything that this lusty woman wanted.

"What?" he asked as he slowed his prick-thrusts into her pussy.

"Take your prick out of me," Marge said softly.

Biff obeyed. He hated to pull his prick from the tender cunt it was throbbing in. But he did.

Kneeling between Marge's legs, he waited to see what would happen next.

Marge lifted her knees to her tits. Then she reached down and grabbed the cheeks of her ass, spreading them. Biff saw the woman's puckered asshole below her cunt.

Biff's ears began to burn, as he blushed. His heart pounded. He suddenly knew what Marge wanted. At least he thought he knew, but it was almost too weird to believe.

"Fuck me in the ass!" Marge hissed. "Please, Biff! Try it – you'll see how nice it feels!"

Biff had guessed right. He looked at Marge's asshole. It did seem like an exciting place to stick his cock. He was willing to try it.

So Biff brought his prick to her tight asshole. Cunt juice was seeping from her pussy and covered her asshole. More cunt juice was coating Biff's prick. With that lubrication, he was able to push his cock into the small ring of Marge's asshole.

"O-o-o-o-o-o," Marge moaned as Biff's prick slowly disappeared up her ass.

Biff watched his cock slide into Marge's asshole. It was quite a sight. And it felt terrific, too!

Biff let his cock lie still in Marge's ass while he enjoyed its tight grip. Then he began sliding it in and out.

"Oh-h-h-h-h!" Marge wailed.

Biff was glad Marge had suggested this perversion. Fucking Marge's ass was the most exciting thing he had done so far. Not only did it feel wonderfully tight and tingly, but watching his prick pistoning in her ass while her empty cunt stared up at him drove Biff into a frenzy.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah," he grunted as he pumped his cock in and out of Marge's ass.

With her asshole filled with hard cock, Marge writhed in ecstasy. But having her ass fucked wasn't enough for her. She grabbed one tit and squeezed it. With her other hand, she reached for her cunt.

While he fucked her up the ass, Biff saw Marge lay her hand over her pubic patch. Her middle finger fell onto her clit and began moving in a circular motion. Faster and faster she rubbed her clit as Biff's prick pumped faster and faster in her ass.

"E-e-e-e-e-e," Marge began moaning in orgasmic joy.

Biff felt her asshole contracting on his sliding prick as she came.

"I'm coming too!" Biff gasped as his prick began filling Marge's ass with jism.

Coming in Marge's ass was different from anything Biff had experienced before – different and better!

When he had stopped coming, and when Marge had stopped her writhing, Biff collapsed onto her.

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h," Biff sighed blissfully.

"What a good boy," Marge cooed. "That was the best fucking I've done in years."

"Even better than with my mother?" Biff asked.

That took Marge by surprise. But she kept calm, much to Biff's relief. He just had to tell Marge that he was wise to her lesbian affair with his mother. And he was glad she didn't get excited about it.

"So, you know about that," she said. "Your mother didn't tell you, I'm sure."

Biff told Marge about how he had come home and heard his mother moaning in ecstasy before he saw Marge leave the house. He didn't tell her about he and Sandy peeking into her bedroom, though.

"Well, when you've been fucking for as many years as I have, you need a change – you know?" Marge said.

Biff said he understood. Talking about this with Marge was getting Biff in the mood for another fuck.

Biff had been holding on to Marge's tit as they talked. Now he tightened his grip.

"Urn-rn-rn-rn-rn," Marge hummed as his fingers sank into her huge tit.

They kissed. Biff's hard-on pressed into the soft skin of Marge's hip. He was on his way.

But there was a detour on the way to his next fuck. The doorbell rang.

"Shit!" Biff said. "Who could that be?"

"Maybe they'll go away," Marge whispered. The doorbell rang again. Then Sandy's voice called Biff's name.

Marge froze at the sound of her daughter's voice. So did Biff. Although it would be awfully embarrassing for Marge to be caught like this by Sandy, Biff stood the risk of losing his girlfriend.

"Biff? Are you home?" Sandy called again.

The two naked fuckers on the couch held onto each other in silence. They could be quiet, but they couldn't become invisible. So when the front door opened and Sandy walked into the room, the jig was up.

Sandy stood staring at her mother and Biff, unable to speak.

"Now don't get upset," Marge said. "It's no big deal."

"Mother!" Sandy gasped. "Every time I get a guy, you have to horn in on me!"

Marge had said that she and Sandy had shared men before, Biff remembered. But he had assumed it had been with Sandy's consent.

"I came here looking for June," Marge said.

"But she wasn't home, and when I saw Biff. You know how hard it is for me to control my desires."

"I know, I know!" Sandy said. "But why do you have to fuck my boyfriends?"

"I'm sorry, dear," Marge said. "Can't you forgive us?"

Biff was glad to be left out of the conversation. And it looked like things might turn out all right, after all. At least Sandy hadn't run out of the house.

"Come on," Marge said. "Here's your boyfriend. Come an. Take your clothes off and fuck him!"

This Biff hadn't expected. Even for this mother and daughter, things were getting pretty weird. Biff felt like a piece of meat they were arguing about.

"I intend to," Sandy said, accepting her mother's offer of Biff's body.

Sandy walked over to the couch and began to undress. But Marge didn't show any intentions of leaving.

"Look at this nice fat prick," Marge said to her daughter as she lifted Biff's cock. "How could I resist?"

Sandy had pulled off her jersey already. As she lowered her jeans, Biff had the chance to compare her body to her mother's. They were different, but Biff couldn't say which he preferred. Sandy's firm tits were wonderful, but there was a lot to say for Marge's huge, droopy ones too.

There wasn't any more room on the couch with Marge still lying there. So Sandy climbed right aboard Biff's body. Lying on top of him, Sandy gave him a wet, deep kiss.

"You don't mind if my mother hangs around, do you?" Sandy asked. "The old girl loves to hang around when I'm fucking."

"Sandy, don't refer to me as the old girl, please," Marge said.

Sandy was kissing Biff again, so she didn't answer her mother.

Biff was getting used to the idea of being with these two chicks. In fact, it was wonderfully kinky. As he kissed Sandy, Marge's tits were resting against his side.

Sandy began sliding down Biff's body. Her tits were dragging down his stomach, then over his thighs as she curled up between his legs and began sucking his prick.

As soon as Sandy had moved down his body, Marge began kissing him just as Sandy had a second before. It was strange to kiss Marge while her daughter was sucking his prick – strange but wildly kinky!

Sandy didn't seem to mind that her mother was sticking her tongue into Biff's mouth while she sucked his prick. So Biff tried to relax and enjoy himself.