"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.
Amy lay back, still shuddering with the fine feeling of orgasm. Janet looked down and watched the push and pull of Carl's cock in her pussy.
"Oh, no, shit, not in front of Amy!" she babbled.
Amy came down from her climax. She looked over and saw Carl on his knees slicking his long, creamy cock into her mother's pussy.
"Aw, no!" she gasped. "Mom!"
"Now stop it, Carl!" Janet warned. Carl pulled his cock out, waddled on his knees back to Amy, and pointed his prick at her pussy.
"Don't you dare!" Janet yelled. "Oh, jeeeeez." Amy moaned. "You put that big squirter in Amy and I'll kill you, Carl!"
Carl took the warning. He held off. "I wanna fuck her!" he gasped. "Over my dead body," Janet said. "Jeez, Mom, it's like a big hunk of meat," Amy whispered.
"I wanna fuck you," he said to Amy. "No fuckin'," Janet said. "Please, puhleeeeez!" Carl begged. He needed to stick his hard, long prick into Amy's tight little pussy. He had to do it.
He held his cock, the head dripping, inches away from Amy's blonde bush. His prick squished. A hot hunk of cum spewed out and landed in Amy's wiry little fuzz box, clung there on her hair like a scab.
Janet reached over and slapped Carl's prick.
"I said no!"
"Pleeeeezzz!"
"Not my daughter, Carl. God, she's too young for this."
"Pleeeeeeez."
"This is not at all what we discussed," Janet said, pulling his cock away from Amy's cunt.
Amy was all splayed out on the couch, her legs apart, slid down obscenely, her pretty face full of passionate question marks.
"I said no, and I mean it!"
"Another thousand dollars if I can fuck Amy."
"No."
"Gawwwd!" Amy drawled.
Money made Janet re-appraise things. "No," she said again.
"Awww, jeeeeez, if he wants to Mom," Amy said.
"Huh-uh, no!"
Amy was figuring in her head – now they had seventy-five hundred dollars total. Half of it was hers.
"I wouldn't do it unless he gave us a full ten thousand dollars, Mom," Amy whispered.
Carl was up now, over loading another pack of film into his hi-tech camera, pointing the tripod at Amy.
"I'll pay it! I'll pay it!" he choked. "Are you sure, Amy?" Janet asked.
"Okay, Carl. But you have to give us ten thousand dollars for this whole deal."
"You got it!" he panted, going back to Amy, falling to his knees between her legs.
He fisted his cock and slished it into Amy. He stuck the big thick cock-head between her pussy lips.
"Awwwk, uuughhh!" Amy huffed. "Jesus, shit!" Janet whispered. Carl rocked in and out, punched two full, thick inches of prick into Amy. "Mom! He's screwin' me!"
"I know, darling. I know!"
"Oh, Amy, sweet doll," Carl babbled. "So loving sweet!"
His cock rammed in another two inches. "Ah, Mom! Look at that! It's like a big pipe in my cunny!"
"Oh, honey. Do you want him to stop? Carl, stop!"
Carl and Amy both said no at the same time.
"You want him to keep fuckin', Amy?" Janet asked.
"Yes!"
Amy's little pussy clutched Carl's thick prick, her cunny-lips like a suction cup clinging tightly as the older man plugged in and out, in and out, in and out.
Carl reached up and cupped Amy's precious tits in his hands, squeezed, fondled their juicy roundness. Amy was splayed out, her ass on the edge of the couch, her legs wide, the garter straps of the merry widow tight and stretched.
Her mouth hung open. Her eyes were on the slide and slish of Carl's cock fucking her pussy.
Janet watched too. "How's it feel?" she whispered. "Good, sooo good!" Carl puffed. "Yeah, jeeez, Mom! He's doin it to me!"
"I know, honey. I know!"
"Awww, wow, Mr. Huston!" Amy cried. "Yes, move your hips like that, Amy darling!" Carl urged.
Amy lifted her ass off the couch, swirled her lithe, fine hips at him, pushed her cunt to his tunneling prick.
He rocked in and out on his knees, stroking in and out, and Amy's little cunt kept sucking on the thick prick-stalk.
"Yes, fuck like that, Amy!" he yelped. "Go ahead, honey, fuck him!" Janet urged.
"I'm fuckin', Mom! I'm fuckin'!"
"Don't you cum in her!" Janet warned Carl.
"I won't!" he promised.
"Fuck, fuck, fuckin'!" Amy babbled.
She'd never experienced such a joyous feeling – the hard throbbing cock burning in her pussy, the friction of the fucking.
"I'm gonna feel it!" she yelled. "She's gonna cum, Carl," Janet whispered.
Carl pumped harder, faster. Amy stiffened, shook all over. Her mouth was wide, her tongue lolling at the corner of her mouth.
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