Bobby Redding - Mommy_s sick friends

The touch of his mother's pubic hair was like an electric shock passing through the inside of the slit, moving through the whole cock. He bucked his hips and tried to move it away from his mother's stomach, but Elaine was pulling on it as she ducked her head between his legs. Her tongue swirled over the scrotum. Claude tensed his legs and inhaled his mother's liquored breath as she weaved against him. He looked at the nearly empty fifth of Scotch on the floor, and then he stared at Ella. His teacher was rubbing her naked buttocks against the floor, rolling her fingertips over her thighs as she thrust her pelvis upwards toward some invisible lover.

Irene jammed her face sloppily against the boy's cheek. Her fingers folded together behind his neck, and she made no effort to pull back when one of her breasts poured from the front of the loose-fitting robe.

His small nipple went stiff as the softness of the breast touched it. Irene wriggled her hips as Elaine, kneeling between the two of them, reached behind her to squeeze her ass cheek tightly. The lesbian's finger moved gently between the globes, and Irene squeezed the cheeks together around it, feeling the bone trapped between the soft flesh.

Ella's eyes were fastened to Claude's. She rose, her breasts bouncing as she walked unsteadily toward the three bodies. Elaine was now behind Claude, her hands reaching around to his hipbone, and she was pulling him down. The steadiness with which she moved, the deliberate force, made Ella realize that however much Elaine had consumed, she was not drunk – or not nearly as drunk as herself. Ella's mouth opened, her tongue moving on the upper fold of pink, re-tasting the whiskey. She breathed in through her mouth, and the taste of the air against her tongue was bitter.

Claude lay on the floor, his arms spread at his sides. Irene had remained standing for a moment, but she stumbled to the floor. Now she had one foot on the carpet and the other leg spread behind her. Her elbow was balanced precariously on the leg in front of her, and she looked like a runner ready to race.

Elaine was running her hand over his fiat, hairless stomach, her forefinger and index separated wide enough to lodge the penis between them. She squeezed the fingers together and Claude gasped with the rush of blood that filled his stomach.

While Elaine, kneeling behind his head, leaned over and touched the tip of her large breast to his mouth, Ella pressed her lips to the thin matting of pubic hair around his cock. She drew her lips apart and whipped the gathered hair with the edge of her tongue, circling through the strands until she tasted the skin beneath.

She tested the firmness of the boy's erection by touching her tongue tip to the shaft at its base. He stirred beneath her and opened his mouth even wider, stuffing inches more of Elaine's breast into his mouth before his teeth clamped down on it.

Ella closed her fist around the prick and jammed the side of her hand against the pubic area at the base. She made a silken swirl with her tongue as she followed the circle of the glans around the organ. Her head bobbed, and she smashed the slit hard with the flat of the tongue, then followed the penis back to the bottom of the shaft, running the edge of the tongue along the middle line of the shaft's flatter side.

Elaine's breasts now streaked across the boy's chest as her mouth moved down his body. Claude turned his head and looked at Ella as she opened her mouth to suck all of him inside. Elaine rolled her tongue in circles over his belly, scratching the inside of his navel with her fingernail.

Irene, buffeted by waves of conflicting sensation, wanting not to be left alone, put her mouth to Ella's back. She detected the shivers that raced down the woman's spine with her tongue and her lips. She felt half-ignored, though, and she pulled Ella's buttocks apart and moved her tongue between them. She smelled the mixed odors of soap and a heavier musk at the sphincter muscle. She rammed her forefinger against the muscle, shoving it forward. The hole was hot. She teased the sphincter, wiggling it back and forth until she could shove the whole finger in. Ella's hips shook with the insertion.

She took a mouthful of Ella's cheeks and grated her teeth lightly against the pocket of flesh. She withdrew her finger and ran the drying film that covered it over the channel between the cheeks, now moist with her saliva.

Claude shifted his stomach as Elaine bit into it, her tongue soothing the skin marked by the imprint of her teeth. Ella moved her head under the scrotum and licked wildly at the few inches of skin between the sac and his anus.

Irene was rubbing her cunt against Ella's lower leg. Her pussy lips wobbled under the friction of the skin, and Ella moved the leg lightly against the hair, feeling the moisture from the cunt itself spread over the lower leg. Irene had started to move her own sweating hand over her breast, pushing the dark aureole back into the softness of the breast flesh. She rolled her head back and smashed her pubic region deeper and harder against Ella's calf, then slithered against the floor and ducked between the teacher's legs.

Ella's cunt was drooling with lubricant. Irene pressed two fingers to the labia and circled around the hole. She stuck the first joints of the fingers inside and pulled them out just as quickly, making Ella groan with the suction. The tips of the fingers moved down between the legs and stroked the rectum.

Claude squirmed between the sandwich of flesh. He was on his knees, pushing Ella to the floor as his mother tried to re-establish contact with the young woman. Elaine put her hands to the boy's stomach and pressed down. He felt a surge of sperm inside his cock. He shoved at Ella's crotch with his prick and she closed her legs around it as he moved between the thighs. He pulled back on the joint and struck again at the outside of the cunt. His cock slipped inside, and her cunt muscles locked around the head. He shoved further forward in one stroke, and now their pubic hairs tangled together as he began to push toward his own orgasm. The violence of the thrusts surprised Ella, who had always found him gentle. He was forcing the head against one wall, and she felt the skin outside the small hole strain and almost rip as he pushed into her. He was fast. She just had time to feel him all the way inside of her when he pulled back and hesitated near the opening, just the head held in the first inch of the organ. She reached for his scrotum and held it inside her hand. She felt the balls rustle against her palm. Claude lunged back into her and started to spin the prick in circular thrusts. The cum exploded, drenching her cunt in heavy warmth. Irene was tonguing her ear, tickling her, making every sensation her son's cock gave her more intense. Elaine had placed her forearm between the two pumping bodies, and she was moving her fingertips in quick circles over Ella's stiff aureole. Ella drove her groin against the boy as the last of the fluid spurted out from the narrow slit.

He pulled out of her. Her cunt opened and closed in successive spasms. He rested, touching his buttocks to his heels, watching her writhe in her own orgasm. Elaine took hold of his cock. It was still stiff, and she could feel the even pressure of blood through the shaft. She squeezed down on it, and another dollop of the cum pushed out of the incision in the head. She touched her breasts to Ella's stomach and slid her mouth down the erection, lapping at the layer of sperm and vaginal fluids that was smoothed out around it.

She wagged the tongue's tip back and forth over the skin just below the glans. Another glob of cum oozed from the prick when the edge of her soft tongue moved up to rub at the glans. Ella was exhausted, her own climax just over, when Irene sank down on her. For a moment she could only see the woman's stomach, hair meshed with her face. Almost automatically her tongue moved from her mouth and began to lick the raw-pink tissue, slipping inside the hole. Irene dipped her body down, taking advantage of the pressure of the sucking; and Ella felt the buttocks lightly against her neck as Irene sat up shoving her stomach forward. Ella's tongue slipped inside.