Heather Brown - Mom_s boy hunger

"The b-best," I stammered, but didn't avoid the truth.

"And now you're waiting for Don to come." "Y-yes."

"Then watch this!"

She gritted her teeth for a great effort. At the same time the muscles in her stomach closed into an elongated knot that infused her loins with power.

Don cried out as the sinews of her cunt clamped his hilted cock at the root. She intended to literally wrench the cum from his balls.

He groaned with the exquisite agony of sexual release. She'd taken him over the edge.

"Oh, baby, your cum is so hot!" Sally cried out with pleasure, and possibly for my edification. She probably wanted me to know just how good it felt.

My eyes were between her legs. Her vulva began to swell.

The sperm was building up inside.

Then her pussy lips which had clung so adhesively to her brother's hard-on, abruptly expanded. Don's cock came backing out, being displaced by his own jizz. After his prick was out of the way, his overflowing goo came pouring out.

I couldn't resist it. I may not have been a participant from the beginning, but it still wasn't too late to get in on the finish. I ran and bounded for the bed.

Shoving my face into Sally's snatch, I lapped away like a thirsty camel. The excess cum that would have ordinarily dribbled down her thighs and stained the bedding found itself gulped down my throat.

Then, exceeding my expectations, Don hornily attacked me from behind, Incredibly, his cock was still hard; and he was anxious to try it out on a different body.

He slipped his meat into my cunt from the rear and began pumping. I began to come immediately. Hard…

So hard, in fact, that when the thunder clapped I assumed it was my senses exploding. Orgasmic lightning.

Sally, however, was more observant than I. "Looks like rain," she observed, as she glanced over to the window. "Listen to the thunder."

Sure enough it was gray outside. It was going to rain all right.

Cats and dogs.

But I didn't give it a second thought. I wasn't planning on going anyplace except to the top of the world. What interest could the rest of creation possibly hold for me when I had two naked teenagers in bed with me?

I should have been more attentive. I had completely forgotten a cardinal rule about rain:

You can't play golf in it.

It turned out that the storm had come in from the west, and

Ted was playing in a foursome at the Westside Country Club. Long before we in the bedroom had known of it, he'd been apprised of the inevitability of rain. He had given up the ghost and was barreling along the freeway toward home before Sally, Don and I had heard the first thunder.

He walked in ten minutes later. At that time Don had switched his cock from my pussy to my asshole so his sister could tongue-fuck me. I was in ecstasy, greedily shrieking for more.

Understandably we didn't hear the door open and close. Nor the footsteps that padded across the living room carpet.

But, the hollering, yes.

"Hey," Ted yelled, "anybody home? I'm hungry!"

It was akin to a ravenous grizzly arriving on the scene. The miniature daisy chain on the bed abruptly disassembled, as we all searched for clothing or cover. Ted was heading right for the bedroom.

"Hey," he called, as he approached the door, "anybody in there? I thought I heard something."

The door was hanging open, of course, so he just ambled right in. Boy, you should have seen the expression on his face when he saw what he saw.

Naked bodies were flying in three directions. The bedding was glistening with the moist evidence of what we'd been doing. We might as well have left a neon sign saying: This way to the orgy.

Ted caught on right away. He didn't even bother to utter something like, "What's going on here?" because he knew instantaneously..

The three of us cringed. We all knew his terrible temper. What would he do?

His face had uncharacteristically become a cipher. Instead of rage seeping out of his pores, it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

I expected the worst. When I read the kids' expressions, I knew they did, too. Ted was bad enough when he was in a chaotic rage, but what would he be like when he knew what he was doing?

None of us wanted to find out what Ted was capable of during a controlled rage, but there was no way out. We'd just have to take our medicine.

Our horrific expectations seemed justified when Ted removed his belt. It seemed a beating was in store.

But, no. At least not right away.

He was throwing the belt aside. Maybe he was taunting us.

We all watched on tenterhooks as he made his next move.

What was going through his mind?

It was as though Sally. Don and I were captives of hypnosis, as we watched Ted's hand fall to his fly. He grasped the talon and there was a sharp whirr.

His pants were suddenly open.

"Look!" Sally gasped.

Don and I did, and there was plenty to look at. Ted's swollen cock was pushing the underwear out of his fly. Obviously, he had an enormous hard-on.

"Daddy's stiff," Don whispered to me. "Is that the way he gets when he fucks you?"

In the midst of all this crisis, I blushed. It was the first time I'd pictured myself in sexual compatibility with my husband in a long while, and it was a funny feeling.

Don's attention to me was ended when he saw what his father was doing. That cock was coming out, and it was even harder than it had appeared from the inside.

A monster! Bigger than I had ever seen Ted's prick.

Hard as it was, I pulled my eyes away from his prodigious tool and looked up at his face. The mask of concealment was gone. He was drooling like a rabid lecher,

It came to me. Nothing bad was-going to happen at all!

Ted wasn't furious, he was turned-on. More turned-on than I had ever seen him. He just wanted to join in on the family fun.

He lowered himself between my legs. The head of his cock found my waiting pussy and pushed inside.

He was sliding inch after inch of thick cock into my cunt.

Then he was moving. I was squirming my ass.

We were fucking! Husband and wife fucking! Betty Lawrence's secret life was over.