Sally Simpson - And mom makes three

Sally humped back at him, rattling the bedposts and shaking the bed. She wanted more cock, and she wanted it now. Now that her ass was empty, she was beginning to feel the pain from the rough treatment she had received. She needed the distraction of hot prick meat to set her back on the road to orgasm.

"Oooh, Sally! You are some cunt!" Jack rasped as he readied his prick for assault.

Sally steadied her ass, holding her breath for the great moment when he'd fuck his prick back up inside.

"Unnngh, shit!" Jack grunted as he popped his prick head back into the warm dry tunnel of his wife's ass.

Sally's head spun as the impact of the penetration darted up her spine. But she still hadn't had enough, and she began to shimmy and shake, inviting still further abuse from her husband.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she begged.

Jack took a deep breath, collecting all his energy, and thrust forward, fucking his prick in as far up her asshole as it would go.

"Aaaie!" Sally nearly fainted from the pain of the brutal fuck motion, but she held on as the cruel pain changed to intense pleasure.

The pleasure was so great, in fact, that it seemed to enter every part of her body. She couldn't pinpoint where it started or ended. She felt like one huge quivering nerve.

Jack pulled back again, leaving only his prick head embedded in her ass. But this time, he waited only a split-second before shoving back inside.

"Nooooo! Shit!" Sally cried, loving the wildness of his fucking.

Now he began to fuck her ass in meat, fucking in and pulling out in a wild rhythm. Sally had to close her eyes, for the room was spinning around her. She could hear the blood pounding in her ears, could feel every vein and curve of her husband's prick with the sensitive flesh of her ass. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before.

And suddenly, it all came to a crisis. When her husband fucked in deep and slapped her hard across her ass cheek, he detonated a wild explosion of release.

"Oh, Jack!" she shrieked, humping so hard forward that her head bumped up against the headboard of the bed.

As soon as her orgasm hit, her ass muscles contracted violently around Jack's cock, milking the cum right out of it.

"Aaaaugh!" Jack bellowed. Hot jizz shot from his prick head like water from a fire hose, spattering up against the bruised walls of Sally's ass guts.

And the warm comforting feel of all that fuck juice slithering up her ass was the last sensation Sally experienced before losing consciousness.

Sally yanked at the thistle, pulling it up by the roots. Her tits, which had been straining at the flimsy material of her halter top, popped out of their confinement, their fullness suddenly revealed in the hot afternoon sun.

Sally looked around quickly to make sure that no one had seen her. Then, scooping her melon sized tits into her hands, she forced them back into her halter.

Every summer she tended her little vegetable garden with great care, spading, weeding and watering the rowing plants. And she was nearly always rewarded with bushes of mouth-watering squash, tomatoes and peas.

Today she was paying close attention to the tomato patch. Though the plants looked sturdy and the fruit was plump and green, some weeds had begun to choke a few of the choicest veins. She was dressed in short cut-offs and an older halter top made from bandannas. She hadn't thought much about her clothes when she had put them on that morning but they couldn't have been more sexy of revealing if she'd deliberately aimed for that effect.

As she bent over and dug out the weeds, her shorts rode up on her ass, showing off most of her pretty buns. And the halter gapped in the front when she reached over to pull at the weeds, so most of her delicious tit-flesh was in sight.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over the patch of earth she was working on, and Sally turned around to discover that her son was standing behind her, watching her closely.

"Billy – what on earth are you up to?"

"Guess!" Billy said, leering at her ass.

Sally blushed a deep pink. She wasn't exactly sure where Billy had picked up his boldness, but it flustered and excited her.

"You shouldn't spy on a person like that."

"It turns me on to watch you. It's been almost a week since you and I had a good fuck."

It was true. Sally had avoided being alone with the boy ever since Jack had gotten home.

"I-I'm afraid your father will find out."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Billy said glumly. "But who's to stop us from using tone of the empty motel rooms? He'd never find us there!"

Sally had already considered that possibility, but she was too afraid that Jack or one of the guests might see them go in there together. But now, looking at her handsome young son with his deep suntan and his shock of auburn hair made Sally forget all about the danger.

"All right, Billy. Go get the pass key and let yourself into Room 156. It's vacant. I'll go get cleaned up and meet you there in fifteen minutes."

Billy nodded eagerly, his eyes glowing with lust.

Her heart leapt to her throat when Billy answered the door. He was completely nude, his long prick fully erect.

Sally slipped into the room and closed the door softly behind her. Without a word, she put her arms around him and began covering his face with kisses. Pressing her groin against his, she could feel his hard-on throbbing through the denim of her cut-offs.

"Oh, baby," she said at last, "I needed this." She grabbed his cock at the base and squeezed it firmly, then slid her fist along the cock shaft. Its smooth rubbery surface was very different from Jack's thick gnarly prick, and yet it was every bit as sexy.

As she jacked on his cock, Billy slid his hand under the waistband of her cut-offs, and his cock lurched in her hand when he discovered that she was wearing no panties underneath.

"Slit, you feel good, Mom," he grunted as he combed his fingers through her thatch of cunt hair.

"Oh, baby," Sally sighed, licking the smooth curve of his neck. "Don't stop! It feels so good!"

Billy managed to slide a finger into the tight crotch of her shorts and run it between her cunt labes, and Sally jumped with the sudden thrill of his touch.

"Man, you sure are wet!" Billy rasped. "Fuck, yes! You really turn me on!" He nipped playfully at her lips and then and he tried to fuck his finger up her hot, steamy pussy. But her shorts were so tight, he couldn't quite manage it.

"Take 'em off, Mom. Take off your shorts!" he gasped.

Sally smiled lewdly. Letting go of his prick, she unsnapped the fly of her shorts and pulled them down her hips. "Yeah!"

Billy helped her pull them down her thighs, and when they crumpled to the floor, Sally kicked them aside. Her curly red cunt hair glistened in the afternoon light, and Billy stood there gazing at it for several moments, licking his lips.

"I want to eat you, Mom," he said suddenly, and he dropped to the floor in front of her.

Sally was in heaven. As Billy pried apart her pussy labes and pressed his face to her warm fragrant cunt mound, she nearly swooned with excitement. Her clit was throbbing with arousal and her cunt was churning out a steady stream of pussy juice. Deep inside her fuck tunnel, her muscles were contracting convulsively.

"Aaaaah, Billy!" she cried when he first swiped his tongue up her sticky dint crack.

But Billy didn't stop. She had taught him what she liked, and he wasn't about to disappoint her. Up and down her sweet, juicy cunt slit he ran his tongue, now and then poking it at her clit.

"Jesus, Billy!" Sally moaned, and she reached down and put her hands in his hair, grabbing tufts of it as she shuddered with building excitement.

Billy had his hands on the backs of Sally's thighs, and he kneaded the soft, supple flesh there as he laved her pussy, now and then letting his fingers stray to the sensitive area between her pussy and asshole. This was the final blow. Her aching, empty cunt couldn't take the teasing any longer.