Jason Cannon: Threesome for mom

She wanted to spit at him. She felt ashamed and embarrassed to be told, right in front of Jerry, what a great piece of ass she was.

But she couldn't speak. Jerry became the center of her attention. She put the other boy out of her mind.

Her body was a vessel of passion. She knew in another moment she would explode. Passion rose in her throat, bursting in her, drowning out everything else.

Sada felt his hot, eager tongue slithering in and out of her cunt, and she writhed under him voluptuously, loving him, passionately for the pleasure he was giving her. It wasn't just a raw, brutal drive, a lunging, jabbing, panting animal act, as it had been with others. It seemed to be an act of love.

Suddenly he brought his wet, slavering lips back to her nipples and ran his tongue around their soft pinkness in small circles. She shuddered, feeling her pink tips harden and grow erect as Jerry's fingers moved to her thighs and spread them. She panted hotly, raising her buttocks higher. Jerry was breathing heavily again, his muscles tautly straining as he lifted her ass and carefully fit his cock into her hairy, wet mound.

It slipped in so easily Sada groaned aloud, her eyes closed in the ecstasy, not caring if the others heard.

Inch by delicious inch he slid into her. Expertly he held his cock back to make the sensational tickling last longer. Then, when he reached the inner depths of her cunt, he lifted her round hips while his free hand slipped a pillow beneath her buttocks to prop them up.

"Oh, God!" she groaned, her lips wet with excitement.

He cupped his hands under her ripe breasts, thumbed the two juicy melons, working them, squeezing them.

He zipped in and out of her hole faster, no longer able to contain his passion.

"Ahhhhh," he groaned as he ejaculated, the hot white cum spurting again into her cunt, the sheer delightful pleasure of its arrival making Sada a coming machine, again, again, and she couldn't stop.

"And I knew then that I was lost to him… like a slave," Sada said, ending her narration to her mother.

Oh, God, I know, I know, I know, Meg thought, I'm lost to him, too. Just hearing the story of Jerry's fucking her daughter had driven her to mental heights of passionate desire to have the young stud again fill her own cunt with his cock.

"But it isn't working."

"What?" Meg said, Sada's words finally jerking her mind to the present.

"I said, it isn't working. No matter what I've done or how wild I was, I think you were right in what you taught me."

"What do you mean?" Meg said.

"I mean about marriage. You always taught me that marriage was just two people loving each other. And I agree. Now Jerry wants to start going back to those parties, and I don't."

"I… I don't know what to say."

"I don't want to share my husband with a lot of other women, and I don't want him sharing me with other men. I want to be like you."

"Oh, God," Meg said, and wanted to add, yes, and just look at me, but she couldn't.

Meg went to bed that night torn between the lust in her body and the empathy she felt for Sada. Their roles were just reversed. When she was young, and even after she had finally married, Meg had never been able to give complete vent to the passion that raged in her body. Now, older and, she thought, wiser, she felt she could.

Sada, on the other hand, had experienced much in her early youth and now that she was married she wanted to put all that behind her and settle down with one man.

Meg didn't know what to ten her. She also didn't know what to do when Jerry came to her again. And she knew he would. She finally fell asleep with the question on her mind, when… when?

She found out a few hours later. She was awakened by strong arms around her and a naked, male body pressed against her. Her eyes flew to the cock beside the bed. It was four o'clock in the morning.

"Meg…" Jerry breathed in her ear.

"Jerry… what are you doing in here? Are you crazy?"

"Yeah. Crazy for your body," he whispered.

"Jerry!"

She was hot. Jerry was hot, his erection burning against her body. She knew she couldn't endure too much of his touch without fucking him.

Then his mouth found hers, probed gently, and her tongue moved against her to meet his. Her body nuzzled eagerly against him.

She closed her eyes, enjoying the touch of his fingers on her vulva. Her thighs closed in heat.

"I said it wasn't going to happen," she protested weakly, his mouth reaching again for hers with new frenzy.

His mouth filled hers while their tongues entwine and his hands moved about her lushly rounded flesh.

Impatience rose in Meg – lust burned in her cunt and her slender fingers groped between them, searching for his cock. She heard the groan low in his throat as she fondled his thick shaft.

"Jerry," she moaned, "we can't… not with Sada right in the next room."

"But I want you," he whispered. "I've got to have you."

"Not like this… I can't… I just can't."

"I'm right then… c'mon."

He pulled her from the bed. Fucking a blanket under his arm he tiptoed from the worn and down the stain.

"Where are we going?"

"Out on the beach," he said aver his shoulder in the darkness. "Watch your step."

Leaving the house, they made their way don the beach. He spread the blanket. "Okay… take your pajamas off."

Shivering, more from anticipation than cold, Meg disrobed. They stood, silhouetted against the night sky, in their nudity.

"You're beautiful," he said.

"So are you, Jerry," she gulped and thought, forgive me, Sada… please forgive me.

They stood there, Jerry's eyes fastened on her. He traced his tongue about his sensuous mouth as she stood before him, dropping her top to the sand. For one anguished moment, she thought he was going to grab her and throw her to the sand.

"Come on," he said thickly, reaching for her hand. "Let's try the water."

The water as ice on her hot body. But then Jerry's arms were closing in about her, and she felt his heat. His mouth found hers as the waves moved about them, the heat of him insistent at the core of her.

It was crazy, she thought, yet a wonderful kind of craziness.

"Jerry, not here," she gasped, when his mouth finally released hers.

"Why not?" he challenged.

The waves lapped around them. The sand shifted beneath their feet. He sought her cunt and probed.

"Jerry, you're out of your mind," Meg said shakily, excitement lifting her to dizzying heights.

"Not yet," he corrected, his voice hoarse. "In a minute, maybe."

"Oh, Jerry," she whispered, her voice rising to a crescendo, matching the passion that rippled through her as she welcomed all of him.

It was difficult to reach her ripe breasts with his mouth while still jabbing away at her with his drenched shaft, but the pleasure was well worth the effort. He sucked pink, wet nipples between his lips and felt the salty tips harden. Her tits were sopping wet with both his slavering mouth and the splashing ocean foam.

He drew a large portion of her curving tit into his mouth along with the nipple, and, with both hands firmly planted under her heaving buttocks, he rammed and thrust and jerked in her body with all his might. He felt his tool enlarging, warmed by her cunt, then shrinking, cooled by the waves.

Her jutting breasts tasted delicious and he took them and again sucked in the hardened nipples where he could bite them gently with his teeth.

Meg squealed and clawed at his back.

Time after time they both neared the climactic point and the water tickling seemed sensational, almost unbearable. Jerry stopped long enough for the tides of lust to subside, only to begin a furious underwater stroking that brought them back closer and closer to the brink of their own private heaven.