David Crane: The hotter mom got

Clinging in a loving huddle, they watched as Mike shoved the last of his prick up their mom's cunt. It disappeared. His balls ballooned in her crotch, and her cunt spilled juice out over them in frothy torrents.

She kept her thighs parted wide, giving the voyeurs a clear view as she and the delivery boy held the penetration.

Then they began to fuck, moving in unison, screwing in perfect harmony, as if they had been lovers for years rather than first-time fuckers.

Rachel went up onto her toes, then dropped back on her heels. Her round ass was jammed tight to the young man's flat belly. Her meaty thighs rippled with sinew as she danced on his cock.

Her face was a mask of lust, eyes narrowed, lips slack and panting. Her tongue was sliding across her mouth and, through her hooded eyes, she was gazing toward the archway, wishing that she could see exactly what her kids were doing as they enjoyed the show.

They sure as hell weren't eating popcorn!

"Ohhhhhh – ahhhhhhh!" she cried, adding sound effects.

Her ass twitched from side to side, and her gently rounded belly pumped up and down. Her hips were working like laboring pistons and her heavy tits swayed before her.

Mike plunged up her pussy savagely, rattling her bones. She felt transfixed on his towering prick. His cockhead was burning in the depths of her pussy, and his iron-hard prick was levering up her cunt like a white hot crowbar. He was fucking her brains out.

The kids were enraptured as they watched. Mike's thick, cock emerged, glistening from their mother's cunthole, then slammed back in and shook her violently as all of the long cock disappeared and his heavy cumbags came rolling up into her crotch.

"Fuck!" she moaned. "Fuck-fuck!"

She cupped her tits and played with the tips, holding the fat mounds out toward the hallway, as if she were offering them to the audience.

She was, in fact.

But Chuck and Frostie didn't know that – yet. Mike yanked down and his cockhead appeared in her open pussy, a great bulging lump of purple meat, gnarled and knotted and throbbing.

He rammed it up her again, driving in to the core and lifting her onto her toes.

She slid, a hand down and began to finger around the sliding action, playing with his slippery prick as it sank in and pulled out. She stroked her cunt-lips and tugged on her swollen clit, adding self-stimulation to the fucking action – and demonstrating to her kids that frantic fucking wasn't enough for her, that as she took cock from behind, her clit was available for mouthing.

Still, they failed to understand that she was hoping they would join the scene.

But she had all day.

She cupped Mike's balls and fondled them. They were getting alarmingly swollen. Despite the plentiful spunk-load he had shot down her throat, the virile youth was getting set to blow his wad again.

She whirled in a wanton waltz, gavotting on his grinding cock, spinning in a dance of desire.

But it was more than a dance – she was performing like some exotic stripper for an avid audience. She loved to have her children watching her wanton fucking. She could feel their eyes burning into her flesh.

Her nipples shot out toward them.

Her clit was pulling from her pussy as if it wanted to fly across the room.

Mike's pisshole was seeping with preliminary goo. When his prick pulled out now, the wash of her cunt-juice was shot through with streaks of glistening cum.

He hammered in and his balls whacked her solidly as she dropped down to take him in to the hilt.

"Shoot in me! Shoot in me!" she babbled. His cock was so huge now that she thought her hipbones might jump out of their sockets as he stuffed the massive prick up into her cunt.

"Here it cums!" the flower-delivery boy wailed as he prepared to deliver his spunk.

"Yes – yes – yes! Slime me!"

He howled like a beast and drove his cock in as his balls went off like a bomb. The sap rushed up through the core of his long-stemmed prick. Rachel cried out with joy when she felt the hot stuff filling her cunt.

Her clit went off and her cunt melted.

His cock-spume shot into her. Then his prick drove up through the tide of his own cum. As he filled her cunt, his great prick was pumping his cum back out of her, laced with her cunt-cum.

She could feel every blessed spurt.

The potent young man was pumping as much jizz into her pussy as he had fed her mouth.

And each time he sprayed more cum into her cunt, Rachel creamed off again. Her clit was going off like a machine gun, in volley after volley.

He shot his last jism into her and slowed down. His legs were shaking and he clung to her lush hips as if for support.

She kept on pumping for a few moments, rising and falling on his stationary cock as she worked off the last waves of her sweet climax, using his living cock much as she had used her inanimate dildo.

And that cock was still nice and stiff.

She felt his balls exploringly. They were deflated, but showed every sign of recharging yet again.

Rachel had supposed the young man would be finished after he had creamed off twice. She had wanted her kids to see her suck him off and fuck him and, after that, she assumed he would be drained and she could dismiss him – and get on with the fascinating business of seducing her kids.

But Mike was more formidable than that.

His cock had only diminished slightly, and it was still pulsing up her pussy as she squirmed on it. It seemed a shame to send the sweet boy away with a hard-on.

It seemed her kids would get a third act.

And since she had already taken his jizz in her mouth and her cunt, Rachel was thinking that it might be fun to get fucked up the ass, next.

It was a real variety show.

Rachel tugged down on Mike's balls as she jerked herself up onto her toes. His long, slime coated prick came out of her pussy like a sword from a wet scabbard, slurping against the clinging suction.

His bulging cock-knob filled her cunt-slot, lodged there for an instant, then popped free. Rachel twisted around to face him and dropped down on her knees.

She loved to suck a cock after it had just come out of a creamy cunthole – her own cunthole or any other woman's, for that matter.

She was about to dive on his cock.

Then she realized that she was blocking her kids' view, that all they would be able to see was the back of her tawny head as it bobbed up and down.

She held him by the hips and shifted around, pulling him with her. His torso revolved and his cock came around like the turret gun of a battleship. It was still aimed at her face as she knelt before him, but now Chuck and Frostie could see his prick in profile – and in relation to their mother's sensuous mouth.

She swallowed down his cock.

He guessed he was going to get another blowjob now – that once this promiscuous and insatiable woman got her cunt creamed off, her mouth was horny again, and vice versa. She seemed the sort to alternate between face fucking and cunt-stuffing all day.

He humped into her mouth, slinging his prick into her facial fuckhole with enthusiasm.

She sucked all the juice from his cock. Then she drew her lips away, dripping. "I love to taste cunt on your prick, Mike," she told him, batting her eyes flirtatiously. "Cunt juice is as delicious as cock-cream."

She figured that would interest her listening daughter no end.

Mike shoved his prick back in her face. She playfully eluded it, turning her head so that his saliva-wet cock-knob brushed her jawline and cheek, instead of sinking back into her mouth.

Then she dropped down on all fours and wriggled around, presenting her ass to him.

Mike knelt behind her immediately, believing that he knew what she wanted. He started to guide his cock into her cunt for a dog-style fuck.