David Crane: The hotter mom got

He moved toward her, tearing his clothing off as he approached. Rachel was relieved and delighted that he was taking such an agreeable position in the light of her flagrant infidelity.

She wondered vaguely where the kids were now.

And hoped they would be watching again.

They would, for certain.

Hiding behind the kitchen door, they exchanged a glance when they heard their father announce his horniness. What a peeper's paradise today was turning out to be? No words were necessary. The saucy siblings were in tacit accord. Naked, they tiptoed back down the hallway, eager to watch Mom and Dad fuck.

Ivor knelt down and kissed his wife lovingly on her spunky lips. His tongue ran into her mouth, avidly exploring that faithless facial fuckhole. Then he dropped his head to her tits and sucked the perky peaks. He slid down lower and she rolled back onto her ass, lifting her knees and parting her lush legs.

Ivor clamped his mouth on her adulterous cunt and began to suck greedily. It had really turned him on to catch her with a mouthful of teenaged cock.

He held her by the ass, lifting her up as he gulped from her faithless cunt. He felt a little jealous, but that only made him hungrier.

Rachel saw shadows flit by the door and knew that the kids were once again watching. It thrilled her. She wrapped her thighs around Ivor's face and rode his head in a wild horizontal waltz.

She began to cream off.

Her pussy was already full of cunt-cum and jizz, and now she was pouring another load in. Ivor was drinking it out of her greedily. He was belly-down on the floor and his steely prick was jammed down into the carpet under his loins, heaving his ass up on the far end of his hard-on like a boulder pried from the earth.

She shuddered through the waves of her cumming and dropped back, arms spreading out. Ivar kept on eating, adoring her delicious cunt, lusting for it all the more for having found it filled by another guy.

She arched and squirmed and undulated.

"Fuck me now, darling! Fuck me just like that horny young man did!" she cried, knowing those words would turn him on – and her kids, to boot.

Ivor groveled in her groin a bit longer. He was lapping in that gooey grotto like a dog, his slurping tongue spraying cunt-juice up into her hairy bush and onto her belly as it whisked through her creamy slot.

Then his head came up and he got his knees under him, starting to mount her. But Rachel rolled aside. If he threw the cock to her missionary fashion, she knew that her kids, would only be able to see his cork screwing ass and his swinging balls – and she wanted to show them more than that.

"Let me get on top, darling," she whined. And, Ivor, in total ignorance of his role in this parental passion play, was happy to oblige.

Ivor rolled over and stretched out on his back, his cock standing like a rock spire from his groin Rachel curled on her hips beside him and took his prick in her hand. She wanted to put on another variety show for the kids, giving them plenty of detail to peek at.

Fat tits swinging like melons, she leaned down and started to tongue the head of Ivor's prick. She was careful to keep her head positioned so that the watchers in the hallway could see the contact.

Her blonde hair tumbled over his cock, and she brushed it aside with her hand.

She slurped juicily, making a lot more sound than she had to, thrilling their ears as well as their eyes. She drooled down her husband's thick, veined cock and slobbered on the slimy tip.

"Suck it, baby!" Ivor rasped.

Her lips parted and she took the huge slab of his flushed cock-knob into her mouth. She nursed on his cockhead, then bobbed her head down and swallowed all of his prick.

She gurgled and gulped, stuffing her mouth brimful of succulent cock. She bobbed up and down in the traditional blow-job motion, making Ivor groan.

Her face turned as she screwed her mouth down and her lips distended along his cock as she pulled up. But she was changing the rhythm stroke by stroke, not getting into the steady sucking that would milk him off. She wanted to make the performance a long one.

Dimly, through the slurping sounds she was making, she could hear the children panting and moaning.

She wanted to increase their peeper's pleasure – and that naughty mom knew just how to do that. She pulled her mouth up and spoke onto his cock-knob, softly – but loud enough so that Chuck and Frostie could hear her.

"That young man I sucked and fucked…" she began.

"Mid took up your ass, too," Ivor added slyly.

She looked surprised.

"You got jizz running out of your asshole, too," her husband explained.

She smiled on his cock, pleased that all of her sins were common knowledge.

"He wasn't much older than Chuck," she purred. "When I was sucking his prick, I was pretending that I was giving our son a blowjob…"

Ivor grunted and his cock jumped savagely. Chuck's cock was hammering, too, as he heard his mother express her incestuous longing.

"I think about sucking Chuck off a lot, darling." The wicked woman was panting on her husband's prick as she confessed to her base desire. "I'd love to milk our son off in my mouth and swallow his sweet spunk."

Ivor was getting in the mood for this pillow talk.

"Yeah, baby – yeah! I think about fucking Frostie, too," he croaked. "She's a sexy bitch – I'd love to fuck her face and then her cunt!"

"Oooooh – that makes me hot!" Rachel whimpered. "I'd love to watch you fuck our daughter – while our son was stuffing my cunt full of hard prick!"

Ivor assumed this was only talk.

But Rachel knew better – and Chuck and Frostie were starting to get the picture, to realize that their fantasies could easily become reality.

Chuck's cock was hard as a hammer as he thought about fucking his sexy mom.

Frostie's fuckhole was flooding as if a dam had given way inside her loins. Already full of her brother's jizz, the girl was hot for a cuntful of her daddy's gigantic cock – and a mouthful, as well.

Chuck pressed his prick to his sister's ass. But he made no attempt to shove it in her. Both kids were wondering the same thing – what would Mom and Dad say if they were to walk in and join them?

But they couldn't be sure and they waited and watched the parental passion play itself out.

Ivor's pisshole was spilling out preliminary spunk and Rachel was lapping it up. The stuff was as thick and viscous as glue on her tongue. She was making sure the kids could see the slime on her lapper as she spooned it up, purring and panting with cock-licker's joy.

She pushed the tip of her tongue into his pisshole, gathering the pre-cum straight from his flaring cock-knob. Then she ducked down and her lips fluted all the way to the hilt of his cockshaft.

Rachel always relished a mouthful of cockmeat – her loving husband's familiar prick or the meat of passing strangers. And it was particularly thrilling now, with the kids looking on.

Ivor's prick was humming like a vibrator. Jizz spilled from her lips and for a moment she thought that he had shot his wad. But it was only more pre-cum. His prick stayed hard and his balls swelled huger.

She hesitated, tempted to milk him off and drink his delicious cum. But she wanted the children to see her getting fucked, as well.

She plucked his prick from her mouth and fluttered her tongue on the greasy cock-knob, licking up the milky seepage with hungry moans and whimpers.

Then she knelt upright, her mouth coated with cum, gooey gobs running down her chin. She threw one knee across and straddled him.

His cock towered up against her belly, so long that the knob was brushing the undersides of her heavy tits. Her back was to the door, blocking the view for the moment – but not for long.