Jason Cannon: Threesome for mom

They used the huge table, Roy getting between Meg's legs and putting his mouth to her cunt, Sandra lying to one side of her, almost frantically pushing his head and tongue deeper into Meg's pussy. Then Sandra put her mouth back on one hard nipple, then the other, sucking curiously. Roy's tongue moved in to even greater depths until Meg was going mad with desire.

Crossing her legs behind his back, she lay back, giving herself completely to lust, enjoying to the fullest the double treatment she was being given… the sucking at her pussy, the sucking lips at her tits… the whole world sucking her! She reached underneath Sandra and began fondling the woman's tight bosoms, exciting Sandra to even greater activity, mouth to tit, to neck, back to nipple, down to belly.

Shaking, Meg felt the hands of passion tearing at the insides of her cunt. A gigantic excitement gripped her mind, and a gigantic come shook her body.

"K-k-keep sucking!" she cried. "Keep sucking me!"

Wave after wave of glorious orgasm wracked through her body, her love juices spurting forth in a never-ending stream.

Finally, exhausted, she relaxed, her legs sliding from Roy's neck and shoulders. Sandra and Roy raised themselves, their faces twisted with desire, Roy puffing madly at his cock, his breathing very labored. "I'm going to put it between those big lovely tits, baby," he panted, moving in to her.

Roy's cock intrigued Meg. It was magnificent, a thick weapon that had to be a good eight inches long, and with a pulsating, purplish red head. All of a sudden Meg felt an overwhelming urge to wrap her lips around that big juicy plum, not caring anymore whether Sandra was watching or not. Meg found herself moaning.

"I want it in my mouth, Roy! Please, hurry!" She opened her legs wider again – Sandra was moving in for her turn at pussy-sucking. She parted Meg's cuntlips.

"I'll do as good a job as Roy did," she moaned. Roy crawled up over Meg, placing his hot cock between her tits.

After giving Meg's pubic hair a few licks, Sandra raised her head. "Roy, honey, hold still. I'll fuck your asshole while you screw her tits."

"Wait until I get them firmly around my cock," he said. "How's it feel, Meg baby?" He squeezed her breasts together around his prick, engulfing the shaft completely.

Reaching up, Sandra slid her finger through the crack of his ass, fingering his hole. She resumed sucking Meg and all the woman could think about was getting that cock into her mouth.

"Do me good, baby," Roy said. "Give it the suck of its life!" He groaned through gritted teeth, raising himself, careful not to dislodge his wife's finger from his asshole, moving his thumping cock up to Meg's mouth.

Then he shoved the wet head into her throat.

Unashamedly, Meg sucked the big, heavy rod, pulling so hard on the slick knob that deep pits formed in her mouth, big dimples that formed in and out, the fierceness of her sucking causing Roy to cry in sheer joy, always easing more of his meat into her mouth with each stroke.

A tremendous spasm flowed the length of Meg's body, a lightning convulsion rocking her from head to toe. Her agony of pleasure exploded into one heaving, turbulent cunt, and half-choking, gurgling around Roy's cock, Meg screamed as a new series of orgasms coursed through her pussy, sending streams of juices into Sandra's mouth.

Roy held her head on either side with both hands as he came thickly into the depths of her throat.

"Swallow it!" he demanded.

Cum slammed into Meg's mouth, a torrent of cream, hot against the insides of her cheeks. She swallowed it all, gulping it down, just as Sandra was sucking and swallowing the juices from her cunt.

"What do you want to do now, baby?" Roy asked, his mouth close to her.

"I… I," Meg stammered. "I want to see Sandra blow that cute boy's cock again and then I want to suck and fuck some more… and then I want to ask Sandra to do me a favor."

"Ask now, honey," Sandra said. "Shit, I'll do anything for you as long as I can suck your pussy."

Meg took a deep breath, trying to form exactly the right words to express her desire.

"I… I want you to do the same thing that we're doing right now with Roy. Only next week I want you to do it with me and my son-in-law."

There was less than three weeks left on the beach house lease. Meg used that as an excuse to go into town and spend the night getting the ready for them to move back.

"Do you want some help, Mother?" Sada asked.

"Oh… I don't think so, honey. But I'll tell you what. If I do, I'll call you and you can drive in. All right?"

"Damn, if I didn't have this hot poker game tonight," Jerry said, "I'd come in and help you move the heavy stuff."

Meg smiled to herself. That had been their pre-arranged excuse to get out of the house for a night and leave Sada. Meg would go on into town and Jerry would meet her later by borrowing a friend's car.

It had been an easy matter, just by describing Sandra to him, to raise Jerry's blood pressure to the point where he was practically begging Meg to set up a threesome with the other woman.

She had already done it.

Driving into town, Meg felt as light-hearted as a young girl. She knew she was doing the right thing for all of them. Sada would hurt for awhile, but it would soon wear off and she would find someone else. And she, Meg, would have Jerry.

She sighed aloud as she pulled into the drive and cut the motor. Oh, what times they would have together, Meg and her young stud lover. With Jerry's appetite, she knew she would never want for cock again.

Inside the house she immediately opened all the doors and windows to get rid of the musty, un-lived in smell. She entered her upstairs bedroom and went right to her dresser.

She rummaged around in the clothing, selected some items with care, and laid them out on the bed, her heartbeat quickening with excitement.

There was a very low-cut black bra, a pair of sheer black bikini panties, misty black nylons, and a green dress of soft, clinging material with a plunging neckline and an extremely high hem.

She knew how well Sandra would look when Jerry met her. Meg wanted to look better. She didn't want her young lover to forget who the number one woman in the threesome was.

In the bathroom, she turned off the water and slipped out of her clothes. She climbed into the tub with a sigh and lay soaking for awhile. From time to time, she licked her lips and her eyes smoldered with intense desire.

She began lathering soap on her sex-swelled tits, feeling a delicious tingle of excitement as she stroked her erect pink nipples. There was a faint ache in the back of her mind concerning what she was about to do.

But in the same thought she remembered what Jerry's cock could do for her body and all thoughts of backing out were dispelled.

She finished her bath and dried herself thoroughly, her pulse racing as the time drew nearer. Standing naked before the mirror, she applied makeup-heavy mascara, green eye-shadow, glossy lipstick. She brushed out her hair, her fingers shaking slightly as the sharp image of her own creamy, full-breasted body locked tightly to Jerry's in ecstasy whirled in her mind.

When her long hair glistened with radiance, she put down the brush and caressingly rubbed cologne on her pubic hairs, on each soft inner thigh, on her taut pink nipples and behind her ears.

She dressed quickly and stared at the result in the full-length bedroom mirror. She caught her breath, always amazed at the astonishing change.

The woman who stared back at her reeked with sex, as glaring and bold as a neon sign. From her smoldering eyes to her ripe, creamy breasts, exposed almost to the nipple in the daring dress, from her plump hips to her generous thighs and long, stunning legs she was the embodiment of pure sex.