Jason Cannon: Threesome for mom

She heard the car engine in the drive! She raced to the window, made sure it was Jerry, and scampered back to dial the phone.

Sada picked it up on the first ring. "Hello?"

"Sada?"

"Yes, Mom."

"I've changed my mind. I think you can help me after all. Why don't you come over in about two hours."

Meg met him at the door and her heart nearly stopped when his first words were, "Wow… you look great. Is she here yet… what's her name… Sandra?"

"No, she's not," Meg said coolly. "Won't I do in the meantime?"

"You better believe it, baby," he growled.

"Prove it," she challenged, her heart hammering.

His mouth came down hungrily on hers. Jerry's hands were at her shoulders. Meg felt his warmth and trembled. In the dark, he fumbled for the zipper at the back of her dress. Impatient, Meg moved to help him.

His mouth found hers again. His hands swept her dress to the waist, traveled her back to grope for the hooks to her bra. The lace went limp and his fingers moved beneath to cup her rich tits.

In a burst of heat, Meg thrust the dress away from her waist, over her hips, shrugging it to the floor. In the darkness, Jerry's hot lips covered her face and neck with hot, fiery kisses.

"Oh, Jerry," she moaned.

His mouth burrowed at her tits. His fingers played with her nipples.

"Jerry!" In a tremor of abandon, Meg reached to find him, and rejoiced in the sound of strangled excitement her effort elicited.

"Oh, baby, baby!" Anguish registered in his voice, urging her on.

"Ohhh, Jerry, I love you! Darling…" Meg lifted her hips urgently against his. He wanted her as wildly as she wanted him. "Darling…"

Then the doorbell rang.

"Oh, boy… there's the other third to our threesome," he said, and headed for the door. "Jerry!"

"What?"

"Are you going to meet her like that? With your cock sticking out?"

"Why not?" he said, laughing. "That's what she's here for, isn't it?"

"Well, well, well," Sandra said, "starting without me, huh? Naughty, naughty," she said, her hand wrapped lovingly around Jerry's cock. "Which way's the bed?"

"A woman after my own heart," Jerry said, leading Sandra toward the bedroom. "C'mon, Meg… join in!"

The next hour was like a blurred haze in Meg's mind. She saw Jerry slap Sandra a hard whack on her buttocks with his open palm the second she was in the bedroom.

Sandra turned to him with an evil smile on her face. "You think you're quite a stud, don't you, boy?"

"I sure am," Jerry replied.

"We'll see. I usually prefer pussy, but right now I'd like to see what you can do with that thing." The muscles in her long thighs were jumping and her hips were undulating slightly, rotating an invitation to be taken.

"You're gonna get all you can handle, honey," Jerry said.

Meg entered the room behind them. She shook her head at the exchange. The words didn't sound like either of them. "You're not quite the iceberg I thought," she said to Sandra.

"You never really know everything about anyone, Meg," Sandra panted, eyes narrowed with sensual desire. The tip of her tongue flicked continuously across her slightly parted full lips. "I need to be fucked… use your cock in me!"

She was shivering with her sexual craving, forcing herself to be patient as Jerry removed her filmy blouse and slid the skirt down her long legs.

She groaned as he dipped the tip of his tongue into her belly button, then licked upward over her feverish body. She pushed her tits forward, bulging them out over the edges of the French-cut bra. Jerry pulled the halter off, letting her huge tits, up-tilted with passion, blossom in the open. He grabbed one brutally with both hands and popped a dark nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Her hands gripped behind his head and she mashed his face into her ample bosom.

"I'll suck you after you fuck me, if you want me to," she whined, greedily begging to be plundered by him.

"Suck it now," Jerry said, pulling at her shoulders.

Meg couldn't believe it. The two of them were acting like sex machines. Jerry was an animal with this woman whom he had only met minutes before.

And Sandra. It was amazing. Meg had taught the woman just short of being a full blown lesbian, but here she was going after Jerry as if she'd never had a cock in her life before.

"What a man!" Sandra sighed, smacking her lips with eagerness. She lurched onto her knees before him and kissed his crotch with affection. "I think I could just gobble you all day long," she gurgled, taking the big head all the way into her mouth.

Then Meg realized it was only her husband's cock that Sandra was bored with. That's why she swung the way she did. With her husband, she preferred the other women. With another woman, and a different man, she preferred the man. And Jerry was the same way.

Jerry lifted Sandra and dropped her onto the bed. Her legs opened to reveal her peat, hungry cunt, lips gaping wide like a greedy mouth. He gabbed his huge prick, moistened it in her red gash and plunged the head against her bulging anus. Steadily, ruthlessly, he wormed it into her rectum until its entire length was imbedded deep in her bowels.

"In my cunt!" Sandra pleaded. "But, ohhh, that's good! I like being fucked in the asshole, too!" She had her knees drawn up high, and as Jerry withdrew his rod from her ass, she grabbed the immense shaft and poised it at the sopping wet entrance to her pussy.

With a growl he lunged forward until her cunt was completely impaled on his cunt-hungry cock. "Yes… yes… YES!" Sandra screamed. "Fuck me! Pour your ever-loving cock into me!" Her eyes were closed, mouth twisted grotesquely, as she reveled in the sex she was getting. Her first orgasm wrenched her body violently and she almost deafened Meg as she screamed like a wild animal.

Meg could take it no longer. She ran down stairs and dressed. Even outside, getting into her car, she could still hear the wild, angry sounds of their sex.

She was about halfway to the beach house when she saw Sada's car flash past on the opposite side of the highway.

Meg heard the door slam. She threw a robe over her naked, quivering body and went into the hall. He was sitting in a sofa by the bar, a bottle of scotch in one hand and a glass in the other.

"What happened?" she said.

"Just what you wanted to happen," Jerry said. "She walked in and found us. There was nothing to explain."

"Where is she now?"

"There… at the other house. She said to tell you she's going to stay there. She wants a divorce."

"And you, Jerry?" Meg said. "Where are you going to stay?"

He looked up, but didn't reply.

Try, her mind screamed at her. At least try one more time.

She dropped the robe to the floor and walked down the stairs.

He turned his head sideways to see her standing inches away. She was completely nude, and her thick pubic hair was close above his head. His eyes traversed upward to her flat, firm belly, then to her twin up-tilted breasts. She bent down over him, giving his opened mouth a damp, tongue exploring kiss while she flung herself prone over his body. Unable to control her passionate desire to consume him, she tore at his skin-tight T-shirt in a frenzy, raking his neck and cheek with her fingernails.

To escape her wild onslaught, he wrapped his left arm round her small waist and rolled off the sofa, gaining his feet while holding her suspended to him. He tried to set her on her feet, but she bent her knees, refusing to be put down.

She clung tenaciously to his neck with both arms, while her eyes, aflame with passion and desire, pleaded with him to fuck her immediately.

He clasped her diminutive waist with both hands, completely encircling her. He carried her up the stain without a word and deposited her on the bed. She lay silently, watching him remove his clothes. She licked her lips and emitted a sharp squeal of desire as he peeled off his shorts and his massive erection jumped forward like a coiled spring.