M Jacobs: Mom_s family orgy

"Oh, shit, Mom! I'm comin'! I'm gonna shoot it! I'm shootin' in your cunt!" Paul gasped as his balls blew up between his legs and sent a stream of hot sperm shooting into his mother's juicy pussy.

Cissy gurgled deep in her well-filled throat as her son pumped her pussy full of cream. She was on the brink of an orgasm herself and she knew that her son's final thrusts would push her over. She cried out in pleasure when her cunt flashed with sexual lightning.

Cissy's pussy felt like a thunderstorm. She felt shocks and tingles deep in her belly as her accumulated tensions flashed and discharged. Her red-hot clitoris blazed with passion as her son's stiff dick rubbed away inside her. She felt his hot thick sperm shooting against the silken inner flesh of her seething cunt, felt it filling her body with sticky moisture.

It wasn't long before her face was flied with cum, too. Her licking and sucking brought bath boys off in a flash. Their cocks spurted hot shots of boiling sperm deep down her sucking throat. She felt their rods snapping up against the roof of her mouth as they stiffened at the moment of their ejaculations.

Both boys gasped in pleasure when their swollen peckers discharged their hot wad into her face. Their balls tensed between their legs. They felt their super-sensitive dicks rubbing together inside her mouth. They felt her teeth and the silken inner flesh of her face against the swollen heads of the rods.

Cissy tried in vain to swallow all the jism the two boys pumped into her face. The stuff trickled from her lips as she tried to keep it all in her mouth. The sperm trickled in little rivulets down over their balls.

The three boys and the luscious mother collapsed together on the rug, their hearts beating softly together. Cissy knew that the morning would be only the first of a series of wild, incestuous encounters with her sons and Billy, each one more thrilling than the last.

Mike Baxter hadn't been seeing much of his wife or his two sons lately, and he was beginning to wonder why. He knew that he shouldn't have started seeing Mary Reynolds and he knew that Cissy was well aware of their relationship. Lately, however, his relationship with Mary was faltering. He had been attracted by her youthful charms.

Indeed, she had done more to trap him than he had to attract her. He had come to realize soon enough that Mary didn't have the charms his lovely wife had. He only hoped that it wasn't too late to save his relationship with Cissy.

He was beginning to wonder if the boys knew about Mary and his cheating. They seemed remarkably changed in their attitude toward him, much cooler than ever before. Both Cissy and the boys seemed terribly secretive, running off together and not telling him where they were going at all hours of the day and night and not mentioning where they had been when they returned. He often heard the boys talking together or with their mother in hushed tones, tones that changed quickly to silence when he happened within earshot. All of this was beginning to bother him to no end.

Mike had noticed, too, that Billy Martin had been spending a great deal of time with Cissy and the boys. He knew that the neighbor boy was a good friend of Paul and Danny, but he seemed to live at the house now. Billy was often involved in the hushed conversations that he overheard, conversations that somehow seemed to be like planning sessions. He couldn't help wondering what was being planned. He intended to find out.

Mike wanted to confront Cissy with his view of the situation and simply ask her what was happening behind his back. Unfortunately, he knew that any confrontation with his lovely wife would lead to a hot and heavy argument about Mary Reynolds and his little affair. Mike was already terribly ashamed of his infidelity and he hated the thought of being put on the rack by the woman he had wronged. He would simply have to find out what was happening in another way. It would be sneaky, but it had to be done.

It was the weekend and for once Mike had decided to spend it with Cissy and the boys. Mary Reynolds was seeing another man, anyway, and as far as Mike was concerned, he could have her. It had been a long time since Mike had spent a weekend with his family and he was looking forward to it, until Cissy and the boys had changed his plans. Without a word they had all piled into the station wagon with picnic gear and driven off without telling him their destination. Now he sat looking out at the empty driveway and pondering his unfortunate situation.

Mike wished that he could get out of his head the idea that there was something strange going on between Billy, Danny, Paul, and Cissy. There was something about the way they looked at each other lately that bothered him.

It occurred to him that Billy might have told his parents where he was going for the afternoon. Mike got on the phone and talked to Julia for a few minutes. He hated to admit that he didn't know where his wife and the boys were so he managed to bring the conversation around to their whereabouts without making himself seem in the dark about their recent activities. It happened that Billy had indeed told her where he was going. He and the boys were spending the afternoon at his grandfather's farm. Mike and Cissy and the boys had an open invitation to make use of Hank Martin's farm and the surrounding grounds for picnics and the like. Mike remembered spending many pleasant afternoons swimming in the pond in the woods and basking in the sun. But that was before he had drifted away from Cissy and the boys, and now they were having their fun by themselves.

Mike realized during his conversation with Julia that he wasn't the only one who wondered what was going on between the three boys and Cissy. Julia made mention of the fact that she hardly ever saw Billy any more and asked if he was a nuisance around the house. Mike assured her that the boy was perfectly welcome any time, although he was at a loss to explain what he was doing with Cissy and the boys so late at night and so often. His talk with Julia left him even more determined to get to the bottom of things.

Determined to put his mind to rest, Mike hopped into his car and drove out to the country to do some investigating. It wasn't long before he started thinking about exactly what he had been missing in his lovely wife. She was much more beautiful than Mary Reynolds, he knew, and he knew that he should have been ashamed of himself for taking the chance of losing her forever.

As he drove through the countryside he thought of Cissy's full silken breasts, breasts that were like soft pillows of flesh, breasts he had always loved to kiss and fondle. He thought about her curvaceous ass and the way she responded with little coos of delight when he stroked her butt. He thought about her luscious thighs, the way they flowed with softness and warmth. He thought about the way her long lithe legs moved when she was alive with sensuality. He thought about the way she would spread those long silky legs and open herself for him. He thought about the way she would wriggle her pretty hips and take his big fat pecker inside her seething cunt.

By the time Mike had reached the farm his cock was as hard as a rock and as long as a baseball bat.

The big hard thing stuck several inches down the leg of his pants. His balls were on fire with lust for his beautiful wife. He wondered how he could ever have left her for Mary Reynolds. Mary might have been, but she was not nearly as seductive as Cissy.

Mike got hornier and hornier as he thought about the wild fucks he had been missing with Cissy lately. He was lucky, he decided, that she hadn't been snatched up by another man yet. She could have attracted a man to take his place without even trying. As he turned down the dusty lane into the sprawling farm he was almost in a frenzy of fuck-lust. He decided to skip the formalities of going to the house and talking to old Hank and his wife for an hour or two. He had a pretty good idea where Cissy and the boys were, that is if they were having their picnic at the usual place.