David Crane: The hotter mom got

Rachel knew how to choreograph a performance, to arrange things so that there wasn't a bad seat in the house. She began to slide up his prick as if she were climbing a tree. His cockknob slipped into her groin.

She balanced atop his cock, squirming and wriggling, only the tip in her cunt.

She could imagine what it looked like from the hallway as she squatted over his cock. Her cunt-lips were sucking on the purple knob, and pussy-nectar was streaming lavishly down his veined cock and washing over his pulsating balls. His ventral vein was throbbing.

"I'm thinking about Chuck, darling!" she sighed.

Father and son both moaned.

"I'm making believe that I'm sitting on Chuck's big prick – and you can pretend that I'm Frostie while I ride your cock, darling!"

Ivor grinned. He had already been doing just that – although, unlike his wife, Ivor assumed that it was only make-believe.

Rachel began to lower her cunt, taking his gigantic cock into her inch by inch. The fascinated teenagers watched their father's prick vanish little by little. Then Rachel dropped down and took it all.

Her cunt-slot was plastered around the base of his cock and his balls were jammed to her ass.

She held it all up her pussy and reached behind her ass to fondle his cumbags. But then she realized that her hand was blocking her kids' view and she moved it aside again. She twisted her cunt on his cock, grinding her ass and jerking her belly.

Cunt-juice and pre-cum oozed from her steaming fuckhole, thick as flour and water paste.

She put her hands on her asscheeks and opened them, giving Chuck and Frostie a look at her gooey shithole. That tiny slot was still oozing out din.

Then Rachel began to ride.

Saddled on Ivor's loins, she went up and down with deliciously slow strokes. Ivor humped up to meet her, matching her lingering pace, his balls flopping below his cock.

Ivor was moaning and his prick was hammering inside her. But Rachel didn't want him to cream so soon. She wanted the kids to get a frontal of her naked body, too. Having showed them her shithole, she was hot to feel their eyes on her tits and cunt bush.

She dropped down all the way on his cock. Then she began to pivot her body around on that prick.

The lithe lady spun slowly around without taking Ivor's cock out of her wet pussy, so that now, still riding his cock, she was turned towards the watchers.

She looked down into her groin to get a glimpse of what she was showing the kids. Her cunt was spread wide around the root of Ivor's prick, crammed full of cock.

Goo came out like paste. She wriggled around, heaving her fat tits out, feeling herself up. She pulled at her nipples, then tugged on her clit. Her mouth was open as she panted and her face was contorted by lust.

Her fuckhole flowed with cream like white frosting.

Rachel could just imagine what her son must be thinking as he gazed at her maternal cunt.

Was her daughter drooling over it, too?

She sure hoped so!

And Frostie sure was!

Frostie was flicking her tongue out as she stared at her mom's delicious-looking pussy. The sight was making her so cunt-hungry she almost felt sheepish about it. A teenager shouldn't want to sink her tongue into her own mother's cunt, she figured. But knowing her desire was wicked only made the girl hungrier for that cunt.

Frostie was as hot for Mom as she was for Dad.

She jerked back against her sibling's cock as her fevered imagination went wild.

She dipped her hand down into her own pussy and spooned up a palmful of cunt-juice from that gooey grotto. Then she brought her hand to her mouth and began to lap it up, wishing her palm were her mother's pussy.

Oh, how that naughty nymphette longed to suck her mother's juicy cunt – especially right after her daddy had shot it full of jizz, so that she would be getting a double dose of incest nectar from that scrumptious pussy!

Would Mom let Frostie eat her out? The girl wasn't sure. But there were few things Rachel wanted more.

Rachel began to rise and fall.

The steaming fragrance of her fuckhole was rising to her face, and the woman knew that tantalizing aroma must be drifting to the archway, as well – that her son and daughter were breathing in the fumes of her foaming fuckhole. It would certainly excite Chuck – and Rachel hoped that Frostie was getting cunt-hungry, too.

She slid up Ivor's cock and poised with only the huge head in her cunt. Then she sank back down and stuffed her pussy to the brim again. He pumped up. Rachel felt as if she were transfixed on his prick, impaled through and through, his knob nudging through her vital organs.

She was grinding steadily on his groin, swaying and squirming. Her curvaceous body bridged and bowed, tits looming up, hips churning.

Rachel was ready to juice off now, waiting for Ivor to shoot up her as she creamed.

Her cunthole was pulling hungrily on his cock, trying to suck his spunk out.

"Cum, darling! Slime in me! Ooooh! I'm melting! Feed me your fuck-juice! I'm thinking it's Chuck's!"

Ivor slammed up, his body bridging deeply.

"Here it cums, baby!" he gasped.

"Yeah! Jizz me, Chuck! Cum in me, Chuck!" she fantasized.

"Take it, Frostie!" Ivor groaned, joining in with his wife's incestuous imaginings.

Rachel pushed her pussy down as Ivor's prick began to spray off. A geyser shot into the depths of her cunt. She creamed on his spurting stalk. Ivor kept pumping the jizz jets up her, and she kept riding and juicing off, creaming again each time he squirted.

She pulled up and pumped down. He was shooting as his cock sank in and shooting again as it pulled out, filling her fuck box to the brim with boiling spunk.

She could feel each spurt hit her solidly. She could hear the stuff splash in her cunt core. He was almost blowing her off the end of his prick.

Her clit was vibrant, cumming over and over again, going off like dynamite. Her cunt-cum was pouring out like plastic explosives. She rode wildly, milking his cock and working herself through her cuming.

Ivor drove his prick up and Rachel dropped down, taking it all, another hot dose hosing her horny loins. They held at the crest, then began to come down slowly.

Ivor slumped on the floor, his balls empty, his prick spent – but still blessedly stiff.

She kept bobbing her cunt up and down for a few moments, working off her fading spasms.

Done, she sank down, panting, looking between her legs and seeing the cum gush from her cunt. His cock was buried, still nice and firm. Her own groin, stuffed with cock and oozing cunt cunt-cum and spunk, looked so scrumptious that Rachel wished she could go down on herself.

And she knew that it must look every bit as tantalizing to Chuck – and maybe Frostie, too.

It was time to get her kids involved.

And, with no qualms at all, Rachel was planning on doing just that.

Rachel dragged her sadden pussy up and pulled it off Ivor's cockhead. Kneeling astride his hips, she shoved her groin out so that the watchers could clearly see all the jizz and cunt cum pouring from her pussy.

She jerked her cunt around a bit, then began to slide up Ivor's arched torso. Her pussy was spilling out a spunky trail up his belly.

He craned his neck and lifted his head up eagerly to meet that approaching delicacy. Her cunt clamped to his mouth and he began to munch with relish.

Since she had been riding him reversed, Rachel was now mounted in the sixty-nining posture. She dropped her head and nuzzled his balls. She took his cock knob into her mouth and nursed the slimy slab hungrily.

Then, following her sordid scheme, she pulled her lips off him. His cockhead brushed her under the chin as she whispered, "Your cockmeat is so yummy after it's been up my cunt, darling! I do love the taste of cunt-juice! Ummmmm! I wish your prick had just come out of Frostie's fuckhole and I was sucking her cream from you!"