Mary Jenkins - A mother_s forbidden passion

Her son worked his hands between them, unzipped her shorts at the side, and puffed them down; her fevered fingers in turn opened his trousers, drew them and his underpants all the way down so that his thick, hard penis stood out in full, quivering erection from his loins. The lovely blonde mother grasped his swollen cock and guided it through her naked, wet, hair-fringed cuntal furrow, eliciting more moans of tremulous desire from his throat, his eyes bulging at this, his first glimpse of his mother's wonderful, hot cunt. Her eyes were open, too, staring past her son's shoulder as she played with him and kissed him, watching Ken still fucking long and hard and deep into Debbie's tightly clenched anal passage, while the black-haired girl mewled with increasing delight from his merciless assault.

Bette's free hand, and his own eager hands, finally succeeded in completely stripping both of them, until they stood there in the hallway in aroused and mesmeric excitement. She whispered hotly against his ear, "Oh, Tony, I want you, I want you to love me! I want to feel you inside me, soon, I want you to to fuck me!"

His mother's salacious wishes made Tony's cock leap in her grasping moist palm, and his brain was a seething cauldron of abandoned desire. He wanted to fuck her, fuck his own mother, right here, right this very second! But but he couldn't let Debbie and his Uncle Ken see them, he couldn't.

Why not?

Why couldn't he let them see him and his mother fucking?

The thoughts sprang full-force through the heat haze in the teenage youth's mind. Debbie and his uncle were in there, doing it, fucking, and he and his mother were watching them; why shouldn't they be made to watch him and his mother?

The idea of it was terribly, wickedly exciting to Tony. Yes, he and his mom would do it in there, where Debbie and Uncle Ken could see them, right there on the same bed! A small portion of his brain tried to scream to him that this was wrong, wrong, but the tremendous excitement of his prick-head being rubbed up and down his lovely mother's trembling, naked cuntal slit, her hand caressing his cock and his swollen, throbbing balls, was all too consumingly powerful to deny. He had to have it this way this new Tony Clark, this abandoned sensual youth who was in love with his own mother, had to have his way!

Without a moment's hesitation, Tony guided his sensuously trembling mother through the doorway, into the bedroom. She came along willingly, excitedly, as if the idea had been in her mind, too, to spread her legs for her son where Ken, her last night's lover, and Debbie Mason, her son's girlfriend, could see them – and so the very idea of it had been in her mind! She knew what her son intended, welcomed it in the driving, all-enveloping heat of her churning passion. Together, they walked into the room, naked bodies touching, Bette's hot, soft hand encompassing her son's turgid, diamond-hard cock, moving toward the bed, stopping only a few feet from it, their passion-glazed features set and their eyes staring at the handsome older man and voluptuous teenage girl locked lewdly together in sodomy on the bed.

Debbie was the first to see them. She had her head turned to the side, her eyes open and staring as Ken rammed his thick hard cock brutally forward, far up into her bowels, and her own hips froze, her eyes widening with shock. Oh God! she thought in horror. Oh God, no, it can't be Tony, it can't be! He's caught me, caught me being fucked in the ass by his uncle but but, he's naked and and his mother is with him, naked too they're both naked and Tony's cock is hard I don't believe it, Tony has been fucking his own mother! And and he's going to fuck her again, right now, I can tell it by the look in their eyes, they're going to fuck watching his uncle and me!

The realization was mind-numbing to the young black-haired girl, and with it came a new flooding tide of exhibitionistic passion rippling through her young body. Never had she experienced anything so exciting, so completely mindblowing, as being fucked in the ass-hole by her boyfriend's uncle, while her boyfriend and his mother watched and fucked each other! Harder and harder, deeper and deeper, Ken's cock pumped into her hotly clenching little anal passage, and once again Debbie's lush, white buttocks churned back wildly, crazily, against the invading hardness.

Ken was slower to sense the presence in the bedroom of someone other than him and Debbie. But then, as he heard the girl gasp and buck her wide-split ass back against him with renewed frenzy, his eyes flickered open and his head swiveled around. And he saw them. He saw Tony and Bette standing beside the bed, standing there naked, Bette's hand wrapped tightly around her son's swollen, blood-enraged cock, stroking it, while his fingers played with her firmly, ripely mature breasts Ken saw them and he couldn't believe his eyes! It was not a true scene, it couldn't be, it was a nightmarish vision of his own private hell. His mouth gaped open, and his entire body grew rigid, his cock poised half pulled out of the eager teenage girl's tightly constricting asshole, and he stared at the two people who meant most in his life, whom he loved Bette, whom he loved and wanted to marry, Tony, whom he had raised the past year standing there naked with his virile young cock rock-hard before him.

And then Ken Clark knew that he wasn't hallucinating, that it was real, that Bette and Tony were really there, playing with one another, nude, lovers, passion crazed for one another, son and mother, mother and son, the lust being added to by the sight of him fucking the teenage little bitch that Tony might marry on the bed right in front of them. "Oh Jesus Christ, no, no, nooooooo! This is is wrong they're watching me and they're they're smiling, they're excited. Tony is going to fuck his mother oooohhhhh, how long has this been going on, what caused it, what's happening oohh, you bastard, and you bitch, how dare you do such a thing, how dare you, how dare you!"

Then, in that very instant, the monumentally bitter irony of the situation struck Ken with an almost physical impact. What right did he have to judge them, oh God, what right indeed! Wasn't he here on the bed, sodomizing the lusting anus of young teenage Debbie? How could he be any better than they when he had succumbed to his physical desires and coupled with this young slut yesterday and tonight? They were all the same, all of them, he and Debbie and Tony and Bette beautiful Bette all the same, hedonists, unable to control the fires of the flesh, total slaves to their own overwhelming desires. They were what they were not to be hated, condemned, pitied they were lovers of the flesh, and as such entitled to their own pursuits, he realized that now, you are what you are.

Understanding and accepting all of this as irrefutable truth, the handsome and emancipated uncle once again resumed his driving thrusts into the sweating, tightly clenched anal crevice of Debbie Mason – and as he did so, his lips formed a brief, passion-tinged smile, a smile full of meaning and depth. The mute message was received by both Tony and Bette, for they, too, knew what they were, and a bond was formed between the three of them in that moment, a bond of total commitment that what they were all doing now, or had done in the past, would do today and tomorrow, was all right by each.

Emitting a low moan of excitement, Tony drew his naked mother onto the bed, their weight sagging the already creaking mattress as the teenage Debbie rolled and ground her hips greedily back against his uncle's forward-driving cock in her asshole. The handsome young youth and his lovely blonde mother began kissing feverishly as she played lovingly with his hardened cock, and then he knew that he couldn't wait any longer for her soft, warm pussy to sheath up around his penis, to know if he would satisfy her completely and totally with his fiery cum, to make her his, all his, tonight and forever.