Scott Sellers - Mother in heat

And by this time, Dave's cock had grown to full size, and he was jacking it slowly back and forth, licking his lips as he watched his sisters smack the bejeezus out of his mother's clenching asscheeks.

"Okay, girls, move aside," he said. "It's time for the main event."

Dave spit into his hand and then worked his saliva into his hot cock-flesh. His prick-tip was a fiery red and the shiny skin was drawn tight. A drop of viscous pre-cum appeared in his piss-slit, and just before he began to thrust his cock against his mother's ass, Sandy leaned in and quickly swiped the pearly drop of jism off his cock with a swift flick of her tongue.

"For good luck," she said, swallowing and rubbing her belly.

"Gimme some, too," Candy pleaded, and she leaned over to give her sister a deep French-kiss, her tongue exploring Sandy's mouth for the flavor of fresh cum.

Dave was turned on by the sight of his sisters as they fell into one another's arms and began to kiss savagely. But he was even more excited by the sight of his mother's ripe and greasy asshole.

"Okay, Mom, pretend you have to take a shit," Dave commanded.

After a few seconds, Roxanne's asshole snapped open with a sticky sound and Dave felt hot air wafting in and out of his mother's shitter. Arching his hips downward, he took aim and then thrust his cock full-bore straight into the depths of Roxanne's waiting bowels.

"Aaagggghhhhh!" the Fildert woman cried out as the first blast of pain tore through her guts.

The sound of his mother's tortured voice and the feel of her madly clasping ass-tunnel thrilled Dave mightily. It took him only a few moments to bring his fucking motion up to full steam, and then he was plunging into Roxanne's asshole ferociously, his balls slapping into her upturned pussy-flaps with each powerful thrust.

"Take it, Mom! To the fucking limit!" Dave gasped. "Ohhhhh, that's so damn tight and too fucking good! Yeahhhhh!"

Reaching around her waist and gripping her pelvic bone for support, Dave launched into the ass-fucking with all his strength and desire. He thrilled to the sight of his mother drooling and breathing raggedly as she suddenly reached out her arms and began clawing at the carpet.

"Aaahhhggg!" Roxanne bellowed. "Fuck me in the ass!"

Harder and harder Dave drilled her, his belly smacking violently into her quivering asscheeks on each stroke. The deeper he fucked, the mote her pussy began to gush fresh cream and loosen up, and the teen could feel his old jism begin to flow out of his mother's wide open pussy and ooze down her thighs.

The twins broke their embrace as they sensed Dave about to shoot his next load. So they scurried around to either side of their brother and began to gently squeeze his ball-sac, urging his cum to spew out that much sooner.

"Shoot it, honey, shoot it!" Roxanne begged.

Dave wanted nothing more than to please his mother, and just then he couldn't have been happier – for a blazing load of jism was beginning to force its way up through his twitching cum-tube.

"Here it comes, Mom!" he gasped. "All for you! Yeahhhhh!"

With his sisters applying exquisite pressure to his balls, Dave couldn't hold back his wad any longer. So it was all he could do to flood his mom's ass passage with a torrent of white-hot cum. His cock slipped out of Roxanne's asshole, so intense was his blast-off. And jism went spewing all over – into his sister's eager faces, straight up into the air, jetting across his mother's spasming back muscles, arching out across the carpet.

It was the biggest load he had ever shot. The sensation of cracking his nuts was so intense that it felt like someone was yanking a rope out of his ball-sac through his prick-shaft.

"Ohhhhh, Mom! It feels so fucking good!" he screamed. And those were his final words before he collapsed across Roxanne's back, hanging on for dear life as she bucked and thrashed wildly in the grip of a massive orgasm.

The Fildert's began spending more and more time at borne together. Their intense fucking sessions were just too good to be true, and they just couldn't get enough.

Yet the girls were prone to bitching at times because their mother forced them to all the time clean off the furniture and shampoo the rugs when the family wasn't fucking or sucking.

And some of the neighbors were bitching, too – particularly those neighbors who had been privileged to spend time with the sexy twins and the fuck-expert Dave.

Mr. Schultz had lowered his prices at the grocery store, since now he didn't need much extra money to pay off Sandy for her company. But even though Mr. Karp no longer needed extra money to give to Candy, he kept his prices at the gas station high and blamed the whole thing on the Iranian problem.

And while the Fildert's fucked and sucked themselves silly, they lost track of reality. Sure, their love was real and true enough, but with the loss of income that the three kids had been bringing home, life began to get a little tougher.

Roxanne was the first one to feel the pinch. Groceries were getting harder to come by, the kids needed new clothes and cleaning supplies were costing them a fortune. She finally had to lay down a rule and demand that family fucking had to be confined to one of the upstairs bedrooms.

Soon, the thrilling spontaneity that had been such a vibrant element in the family's frantic group sex slowly ebbed away. And it wasn't long before Roxanne began craving something new and different, instead of the same old four-way fuck every day and night with her three frisky children.

Sure, Dave had become one helluva cocksman, and her two girls could drive any woman out of her skin with their tandem cunt sucking expertise – but Roxanne wanted something more dependable, something more substantial and overpowering between her legs than her playful kids. She needed a man's huge hot cock reaming her out until she came in satisfying droves.

So Roxanne decided to get back together with Hal Dackel, the horny, well-hung kennel operator. Out of all the pricks she had licked and sucked and fucked and taken in bet ass since coming to this town, Hal's cock had been the biggest, fattest, most thrilling one in the bunch. He was even a better fucker than Reverend Eugene, she decided, and he was the most responsible for her respect and appreciation of the powers and pleasures that a man's big cock can unleash.

While the Fildert children were at school, Roxanne decided to drive out to the kennels. She wore one of her sexiest outfits, one that revealed her big tits to best advantage. It was difficult for her to drive, wearing such a tiny pair of spike heeled shoes, but she knew it would be worth it.

She took pride in her being able to turn a man on, in being able to reduce a proper gentleman to nothing more than a dynamic, frantically sweating and bucking fuck-machine. Roxanne was well aware that men craved their women to be half-wholesome and half-whore – and she figured that by stacking the odds towards the slut angle she turned things in her favor. Then she could give her man some whorishly wholesome fucking, and prove to him later that she could cook and sew and raise a family.

Leaving the main part of town, headed out to the countryside and the kennels, she began thinking about her family and the deep love they had been cultivating lately, despite the economic problems they had suddenly been revisited with. Sure, they had given her their all, in the bedroom and elsewhere, and Roxanne appreciated how much their love had grown. And she also realized that she was feeling a little guilty now for deserting her kids for awhile. They were stuck in school, thinking their mother was waiting for them at home, ready to dish out some prime pussy for her kids when they got home.

But then Roxanne understood that what she was doing now would be best for her kids in the long run. They really did need a man around the house, as much as they tried to ignore it.