Victoria Parker: How much for your daughter?

He gasped, babbled, and his hand ducked for his cock again.

Janet sat down and slapped it away. She took Carl's prick in her own hand.

"PU hold it so you don't get too out of line," she growled.

The camera was recording everything.

Amy was all wet between her legs. The sight of Carl's huge prick, her mother squeezing the long stalk, the emotion of the whole encounter, had her sizzling hot.

Amy did a slow bump and grind that her mother had taught her, sluicing her hips, rolling them, grinding her cunt at Carl. He gasped with pleasure. She rubbed her hand between her legs, patted her pussy, slicked a finger in and out.

"You better stop that!" her mother yelped.

"No, no. I wanna see her masturbate like that!"

"No, that wasn't part of the deal!" Janet roared.

"But, God, she looks good!"

"Amy, stop!" Janet commanded. "No, don't. I'll pay more money!" Carl panted.

"You will, huh?" Janet said. "Yes."

"How much?"

"Five hundred." Amy looked at her mom.

Janet said, "Okay, Amy, do it for a minute. Mr. Huston wants to see you play with yourself."

"Like this?" Amy asked, her mouth open, unhinged, her lips wet and pink, her finger slowly pushing in and out of her little cunt.

"Yes, yes, yesssssss!" Carl gulped.

"Jeez," Amy said, feeling good, hot and sticky.

Carl's cock oozed thick cum that spilled out and down the stalk onto Janet's hand.

"Ooooh, he's gooshin', Mom!" Amy whispered, amazed at the thick river of cum that splashed out of Carl's prick.

"I know," Janet said. "He's a naughty boy. He needs a good spankin'."

"I know I do," Carl panted. "Naughty, naughty, naughty!" Janet cooed, pumping slowly on his huge prick.

"I want Amy to play with my prick, too."

"No way! You didn't say anything about that. You said just pictures."

"Please!"

"No, she's not gonna."

"I'll pay another five hundred." Janet looked at Amy. Amy smiled. "Should I Mom?"

"God, this is gettin' outa hand."

"Let her," Carl pleaded.

"It's up to Amy," Janet said. "Okay, I'll do it," she said. She was sizzling all over from the finger-fucking she'd been giving herself.

Amy went to the couch and sat down on the other side of Carl.

Here then was a man in paradise. Sitting between Janet and Amy, nude, his cock on the biggest hard he'd ever erected, mother and daughter in all their flaming beauty beside him, their sweet perfume making him light-headed, their fabulous bodies making him tremble.

"What should I do then?" Amy asked.

"You just grab it like I have," Janet instructed.

Amy reached over, placed her hand above her mother's on Carl's thick prick, thick like a rolling pin.

"Ah, yeahhhh." Carl yelped. "Wheewwwww, jeeeeeez, Mom!" Amy whispered. "It's squishin' stuff!"

"I know. He's a bad boy."

Thick, hot cream spilled onto Amy's hand. She looked at the head of his cock, the way it bubbled and fizzed, the way the cream poured out, almost like the Dairy Queen machine when she ordered a swirl top.

"Oh, girls, girls, ladies, ladies!" Carl bellowed.

His brick-hard prick bulged in their hands. He came. A fountain of cum spat from his cock. A huge stream of cream splashed up high into the air.

"Mom, look!" Amy gasped.

"Oh, you bastard, Carl!" Janet barked.

"I'm cummin'!" Carl cried.

"Mom, look!"

"I know, dear. Pump with me on it, let's let him fizz it all out. That's what he wants."

Mother and daughter jerked the hard cock, their hands in time, pushing and pulling the thick prick. Carl leaned back and let them milk him dry.

He shot off a wicked load, the cream splattering all over, some on Amy's legs, some on Janet's legs. A hunk of thick cum hit Amy on her thigh above the nylons, then dripped down off the side onto the couch. "Jeez, wow!" Amy gulped.

"I know, he's really cummin', really shootin' off!" Janet remarked.

"Ah, ohhh, shitttttt!" Carl wailed.

When they had drained him, Amy and Janet let go of Carl's prick. He huffed and puffed.

Janet went to the kitchen and came back with a wash rag. She cleaned Carl's cock, then Amy's hand, then her own hand.

"That was soooo nice!" Carl whispered. Janet finished wiping and cleaning his prick with the warm wash cloth, but Carl's prick did not wilt. The cock-shaft was swollen even bigger now, and it seemed harder. The long, hard cock stood up proud and demanding, still thumping and wobbling.

The camera had stopped clicking. It had shot its load too.

"Okay, you can go to your room now, Amy," Janet said.

"No, no. Wait!" Carl protested. "What?"

"I want her to stay."

"She did what you wanted, even more, Carl," Janet said.

"I wanna suck her pussy!"

"Now you are getting out of line, Carl! Not my daughter, you don't. She's only a freshman in high school, for God's sake!"

"I wanna!"

"Mmm, mmm," Janet mumbled, shaking her head no.

"You know I'll pay more."

"I don't care."

"I'll pay another five hundred." Janet paused, looked over at Amy. Amy was figuring in her head. So far he'd popped for an extra fifteen hundred. That would make seven hundred fifty more for Amy.

"I dunno," Janet said.

"Let Amy decide," Carl urged. "Honey, I'm not gonna let him do anything you don't want him to do…"

"It's okay, Mom. I'll let him." Carl heaved a sigh of relief. "God, I can't believe we're doin' this. You are naughty, Carl. Isn't he, Amy? He's very, very naughty."

"Yes. Mom, he's a naughty man, that's what he is."

Carl's hands slid down, one between Janet's legs, one between Amy's legs. He rubbed their pussies.

"Now we didn't say you could do that, Carl," Janet huffed.

Carl removed his hands, got up, fell to his knees in front of the couch, waddled in between Amy's nyloned legs. His hands went to her thighs. He pushed her legs apart, licked his long, lewd tongue up over the top of the nylons, then muffed his face into the young darling's pussy.

"Ahhh, oh!" Amy gasped.

"Jeez, shit! Are you sure this is okay, Amy?"

"Yeah, Mom."

Carl kissed Amy's sweet, delicious pussy. His tongue spritzed up and down the little slit.

"Mmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm!" he mumbled.

He glanced over at Janet who was watching intently.

"Yummy, yummy," he gurgled. "Oh, shhheeez!" Amy panted. "Amy, you okay?" Janet asked. "Mom, he's lickin' me there!"

"I know, honey. I can make him stop if you want me to."

"No, let him do it. It feels gooooood!" Carl lapped at Amy's pussy. She spread her legs farther apart, lifted her fine young ass off the couch, pushed her cunt at his licking tongue.

Janet's hand went to her pussy. She was hot. She fingered herself.

Amy swirled her hips at Carl, pumped her pussy.

Carl slapped his long tongue at her cunny. "Mom!" Amy yelped. "Mom!"

"I know. You're gonna get it, right?"

"Yes, Mom! He's gonna make me feel it!"

"Shit!" Janet puffed. "You're gonna get a whipping for this, Carl."

Then Amy came.

"Ohhhhhhh, oh!" she yelled. "Cum cum!"

"Go Amy, let it go, feel it, enjoy it then!" Janet urged.

Amy did let it go, did feel it, and it felt divine.

She tingled, shuddered, shook all over. Never had she felt anything so wonderful. She finally fell back on the couch, her breathing coming in hot gulping gasps. Carl lifted his face off her pussy.

Janet diddled her clit with her fingertip and came with Amy. Carl slapped and slurped back onto her pussy. Amy thought he was through, but then he sent her into a second climax.

Mother and daughter were both cumming off!

Carl lifted Amy's pussy again, and he waddled over between Janet's legs. He fisted his huge cock and slugged it into her cunt.

"Aawww!" Janet exclaimed.