Kevin Sellers - Mom wants more

"Ahhmmmm… hhmmm… ummmm!" She came, glued to her son's pecker in an eternity of orgasm. Her cries only grew when he gasped in warning. With a last upward heave he shoved his cock all the way into her and blasted his load once more.

"Troyyyyyyyy!"

She wailed and weaved on his spurting rod, taking all his jizz joyfully.

Then, absolutely fucked into oblivion, she sank on top of him in a happy heap, his soft young pecker still wedged inside her cunt.

Neither of them had noticed the figure standing at the door with a stunned expression.

"What the fucking holy shit is this?"

That was when they saw Daryl Brock standing at the doorway, gaping.

For an instant no one moved. Daryl's mouth dropped open in pure astonishment.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell…?"

Just coming down to reality, Gwen felt humiliation sweeping through her at his stare. Suddenly Troy was wiggling out from under her, his cock sliding from her cunt as he squirmed away and gabbed at a sheet to cover his leaking prick. "Oh shit!"

Daryl looked from Gwen to her son and back again, his stare turning cool. "Now I see why nobody answered the front door. I wouldn't have barged in if I'd known what I was going to find… but maybe it's just as well that I did."

He started forward, and Troy seemed to wilt back as if expecting a sudden burst of outrage.

"It… it isn't what you think, darling," Gwen began trying desperately to push back the fog of her lust and search for a reasonable explanation. However, there was none. She and Troy had been caught by the only other man she cared for. The cold look on his face told her that no amount of explaining could change that fact.

"Oh, isn't it?" he answered, a tight hard smile flicking over his mouth. "It looks exactly like what I think, as a matter of fact. And that's what we're going to talk about."

He turned to Troy, who sat wide-eyed with shock with a bedsheet clutched to hide his reddened young cock.

"You'd better wait outside," Daryl said slowly, calmly. "I want to talk to your mother alone."

At the moment Troy was only too glad to escape. He grabbed up the bundle that was his bathrobe and started out, then took a deep courageous breath and gave Gwen an inquiring look. "Mom?"

Gwen smiled dimly and reached out, patting his arm with a confidence she couldn't feel. "It's all right, dear. Go on. I think… we'll be fine."

With a final hesitation, Troy nodded his relief and scampered past Daryl and out the door.

The moment they were alone in the bedroom, Daryl turned to confront her, his expression bleak. "How long has this been going on?"

Crumpling on the bed in weary surrender, Gwen let the whole story pour out. At first the words came choppy and uncertain, because she'd never stopped to really understand her own behavior. But within a few moments they were flowing from her in a choked flood – the loneliness, her overprotective nature and Troy's growing curiosities, all of it.

At the end she slumped, drained.

Daryl nodded, his face unreadable. "I see." Then he turned and went to the doorway, poking his head out. "Troy, you'd better come in here. I have something to tell you."

The teenager hadn't been very far away. Caught between his childhood fears of being caught doing something wrong and his new-found protective manhood for his mother's safety, he'd been lurking in the hall not quite certain what he should do. He popped into the room immediately, his youthful face contorted by confusion.

"Uh… is everything okay?" he asked, eyes darting from one to the other.

"I think so," Daryl answered seriously, still not showing the slightest hint of emotion. "At least, it soon will be. Troy, your mother and I are getting married."

"What?" Shocked by that statement, Gwen had blurted her amazement just before Troy echoed it.

Daryl looked down at her, a slow grin creeping over his lips. "That is, if you have no objections. Actually, I've been thinking about this for some time. Now I see that I'm not asking a moment too soon."

"I don't understand." Her mind reeling with surprise, she met his eyes with a wondering look. "Marriage? After… after what's happened? You can't mean it!"

He shrugged. "All I know is that you're the woman I love. I've spent our last dates discovering that myself. And this mother-son business isn't good for any of us. At least, not by itself."

Overwhelmed with confusion, Gwen could only stare as he started to unbutton his shirt.

She stared as he removed his shirt and slacks and underwear. Finally he stood before her nude with his big cock rippling and stiffening in anticipation.

"What's the matter?" he grinned, enjoying her astonishment. "Haven't you made up your mind yet? Maybe we can help. How about it, Troy?"

Taken equally by surprise, Troy took a moment to answer. Realization dawned on him slowly, with a growing smile. "Oh shit, I can't believe this! You really want for both of us to…"

"Why not?" Daryl chuckled. "It looks like we've both been having our fun anyway. Since we're going to be one big happy family, we may as well not try to hide the fact. Now, all we have to do is convince your mother. You up to that?"

His initial surprise wearing off, Troy nodded. "I sure am! At least, I'm getting that way!"

Suddenly he jerked his bathrobe off, exposing the fact that his own prick was blossoming once more into luxurious hardness.

"Troy!" Gwen reacted with horrified understanding as her two men started toward her, mutual need etched on their faces. "You… you can't be serious! Daryl, I-I didn't mean for it to be this way! Please…"

"Didn't I tell you I was an understanding guy?" Daryl countered, his prick bobbing as he approached. "And as I recall, I also told you I was persistent. I'm going to get what I want, and that's you. I don't mind sharing."

Stunned, she couldn't form a protest as both men converged on her, their cocks swollen and weaving like a pair of thick fat snakes hungering for her body. Amazingly, she didn't even want to protest. Her cunt, still leaking Troy's cum and sore from all the screwing they'd done, began to itch and burn as if she hadn't had a man's cock for years. As the two peckers she loved most in the world loomed before her, she could only make a small whimpering noise of token resistance.

Then two pairs of hands were reaching out, fingers dipping into her gushing pussy and tweaking her nipples, pushing her back on the bed.

"That's it," Daryl said soothingly, stroking her cuntlips and prying them apart to display her wet depths. "Just relax and think about it, while your son and I make a convincing argument for the kind of honest relationship we could have if we were married. All you really want is to be loved, and that's something we're both more than ready to give. Like this."

Without another word he pushed her thighs wide apart and crawled between them gouging for her cunt with his enormous dick.

"Ahhh!" Gwen let out a cry as her pussy was speared, her wet slippery cavern filled by hard smooth cockflesh.

At the same time Troy bent over and fastened his mouth over a stiff aching nipple, sucking and lapping at it exuberantly as she arched up, shoving it at his face.

"There," Daryl breathed, sinking his prick to its hilt inside her cunt and beginning to pull it out until just the tip dangled between her clinging pussylips. "This is the kind of loving you're really after, isn't it? Admit it, baby."

Gwen groaned, lurching up for his cock and gasping frustration as he withheld it, waiting for her answer.

"Yes!" she screamed, blasting cunt cream over his prickhead and feeling it slide down between her thighs in silky streams. "Yes, damn you! Fuck me, both of you! God, I love your cocks! Do it, do it!"