Brian Laver: More than a mother

With two cocks in her crotch, she had to make a very complicated pumping motion to get the maximum benefits. Both boys were pumping their pricks in and out of her twin holes with different rhythms, and she had to coordinate them. She was striving for the ultimate in feminine ecstasy – to have hot jism pumped into every available hole in her body at one time, and she was going to get it.

Susan concentrated on the twitches of each prick, and listened to the chorus of grunts and groans around her to determine how each son was progressing toward his orgasm. When she was sure they were at the same level, she increased her sucking and fucking motions. Letting her mind fill with pleasure until there wasn't room for any other mental activity, she braced herself.

Jolts of pure pleasure were racking her mind as everything went black. Then the slimy heat of jism pouring into her body from every angle was the primary sensation. If she could have died and preserved that feeling for all eternity, she would have gladly. Susan had had three sons, and now they were having her – nothing else mattered.