Jason Cannon: Threesome for mom

Meg closed the bathroom door and sank in a heap to the tiled floor. Sobs choked in her throat. For the first time in a long time she felt jealousy.

And she knew it would get worse.

And she knew that it would have to end.

A full week passed with nothing changed. Meg had Jerry whenever he wasn't already occupied with Sada. She grew more and more jealous and it became worse when it looked as though Jerry and Sada had settled their differences.

The night of the group sex party came and went. Jerry and Sada didn't go. Meg was both relieved and surprised. When she asked Sada about it, the girl told her that it was no problem any more. She said that Jerry had decided that he didn't need those parties any more. He had all he could handle already.

That stung Meg. He had all he needed, but she didn't. She wanted him for herself, all the time. She didn't want to share him with anybody, including her own daughter.

And besides, Meg rationalized, he was no good for Sada anyway. Someday he would want to go back to the swinging life and Sada wouldn't. Her daughter would only be hurt by it all by not wanting to be a part of such a life. But Meg wanted it. And she wanted it with Jerry.

She made up her mind that Jerry was better suited to an older woman like her. And if she took him away from Sada, she would only be doing Sada a favor.

All she needed was a way, a plan, to show Sada what he was really like. She thought and thought, but nothing came to her.

Then on a Sunday afternoon, she finally found the answer.

At breakfast Sada said she was going to drive across town to spend the afternoon with her father. She asked if Jerry wanted to go along.

"No," he replied, sneaking a knowing sideways look at Meg. "I think I'll go down to the club and see if I can find a partner for tennis. It's a shame to waste a day like this."

Immediately after breakfast Sada left Meg had already gone up to her bedroom. She undressed and stretched out on the bed. She knew that Jerry would soon be coming up the stairs.

Twenty minutes later he stepped through the door, a leering smile on his face. His cock already bulged hard in the front of his pants.

"Oh, Mama," he said, advancing toward the bed, "all afternoon. Shit, are we ever gonna get it on this time!"

His hand went immediately to her crotch, his fingers parting the fur-lined crevice.

Meg hugged his neck. Opening her legs, giving him room, she worked her cuntlips. His probing fingers slipped deep into her wet slit. She drew his tongue deep inside her mouth. She allowed him to press her back onto the pillows, raise her leg, and rotate her hips. It was madness, she thought, but such sweet madness. She was by now getting used to the overpowering insanity which took possession of her whenever Jerry came near.

He paused to undress. Meg watched every move, her nerves quivering as she, bit by bit, and saw more of his naked body. Her cunt was alive with fresh juice, ready, aching to take the stiff dick she saw spring from his shorts.

"Hurry," she said to him, reaching with open arms, open thighs.

Kneeling on the edge of the bed, Jerry held his long cock in one hand and cupped her pussy with the other. Meg squirmed. Willingly she took hold of his cock. The fingers fucking her hole were making her wild. She jerked on the magnificent rod, working the loose outer skin, thinking how lovely it was, noting the bright bead of lubricant and the round, red glands. Impulsively, she raised up and licked the lucid drop away.

"Yeah," Jerry breathed. "That's what I want. Suck it, baby."

"Do me, too. Eat my pussy while I suck you off."

Jerry grinned down at her. "You dig it, huh?"

"Better than anything."

"Honey, you ain't seen nothin' yet!"

Meg squealed as he fell upon her, head between her gaping thighs, mouth wet and open over her hole. She gasped and thrust her pelvis up off the bed. She panted while he straddled her face on his knees and pointed his jerking cock at her lips.

She cupped his balls. They were heavier this way, hanging down, dangling. They seemed to be bloated with thick jism waiting to be sucked up and into her mouth.

"Oh don't stop… don't ever stop sucking me, Jerry, lover. Feed your tongue into my pussy and your cock into my mouth."

She wrapped both hands around the stiff shaft and guided the bloated, bulbous head into her mouth. She moaned and gulped, pausing and stretching her lips around the tremendous girth of his fiery cock. Deeper and deeper she sucked the thick head into her throat.

"Oh, yes," he crooned, his voice muffled by the cunt that pounded his own face. "Suck it," he said, driving his hips down, pushing his meat deeper and deeper. "Take it all, honey. Take every fucking inch of it."

Gurgling, working saliva over the heated knob, she sucked. Then, releasing the throbbing shaft with her hands, she moved them around and savagely gripped his muscular ass cheeks.

He sensed her action and drove downward again with his hips as she pulled. His delicious male meat, all of it, right down to his balls and pubic hair, sailed into her throat.

Directly in front of her eyes she could see his asshole. Impulsively her fingers inched toward the crack. His hips jerked convulsively and his cock throbbed wildly as her index finger slithered into the hole.

"Oh, suck my pussy, suck it!" she gurgled to him. Her mind screamed as she lifted her ass high off the bed, seeking his mouth, his tongue ever deeper inside her. Noisily she sucked his stiff prick and waited for the first signs of climax.

With two fingers on each hand, Jerry spread the swollen halves of her vulva. Meg felt his hot breath. Her heart seemed to stop. Her belly grew taut. Forcing yet a second finger deep in his rectum, she wrapped her thighs around his head and sought his tongue with her clitoris.

Jerry seemed to enjoy making her squirm. He waited until she was half out of her mind with longing, with lust. Then, shafting his dick slowly in and out of her face, he dipped down into the gap between her quivering thighs. His tongue lashed out, taunting her clit, working its shivery wonder on the sensitive bud. His fingers slipped down into the pinched crack of her ass, searching for the rear hole. Slurping, matching the noises she made, he drew his tongue quickly back and forth across both hot hairy slits.

Moaning, unable to think, to breathe, Meg worked her ass, letting her asshole suck as her mouth was sucking.

She thrashed even harder as she felt one of his fingers find the entrance to her ass and bore inside. She clamped her teeth on the base of his cock as she fucked her ass over his finger and her cunt against his face.

He wiggled, telling her with his hips, his movement, that it was time that she should release the hold her teeth had and allow him to pump into her.

"Oh, shit… I'm gonna come… I'm coming… you want it in your mouth, honey?"

"Do it!" Meg gasped. She cupped the fat hairy sacs at her chin. Frantically she fucked her finger in and out of his asshole and worked her own ass on the finger drilling there. She watched his slick shaft slip out of her face, and grind back. Again she watched it withdraw, puffing back until only the head was embedded, and lunging. He was coming. She could feel it inching up from the wrinkled sacs in the palm of her hand, growing stronger, forming a knot at the root of the meat in her face.

He gurgled something unintelligible, and then suddenly threw his legs back. His weight came down on her. Alternately blowing into and sucking air from her vulva, he ground his cock into her mouth.

Meg gulped the first gob of cum. Now she clamped her hips tight again, holding him trapped, working her throat muscles, coaxing the juice from his rod. She was being smothered, choked on the outside by his weight, and by the cum within her throat. But she didn't care. She didn't care about anything except the thick jism pouring into her mouth, coating her throat all the way down to her belly in streams of thick, hot cum.