Wilma Crane - Family bride

"Look, Jim," Valerie began, "all this may look a little strange to you, but you've got no right to come barging…"

"Yiiiieeee!" Mrs. Davis let out a piercing shriek.

Both Jim and Valerie turned toward the bedroom doorway. Mrs. Davis groaned, "Well, I'll be a sorry sonovabitch!"

"Oh, Jesus!" Valerie gulped, glancing at her husband.

"What? What is it?" Jim demanded, looking from his mother to his wife.

"That does it!" Mrs. Davis spat. "This puts the frosting on the cake." She wagged her finger into the bedroom and shouted, "I'll divorce your ass for this, buster!" She turned to Valerie and her son, her face ashen. "This," she said, clutching her whipped-cream-smeared breast, "is the straw that broke the camel's back!" She hobbled over to the couch and used Rich's wobbly head for support as Jim hurried around the table to help her.

Jim pushed his brother out of the way, then helped his mother onto the couch. The wiry woman sat primly on the edge of the seat, both hands pressed to her mouth as she stared straight ahead.

Then Jeanne waddled out of the bedroom, trailing a wad of sheet which she had wrapped around her. "Hi, Jim," she offered lamely, edging quickly around him. "Hi, Mrs. Davis," she squeaked, glancing up at her roommate. "I certainly am surprised to see you here."

Frances Davis looked up at the peroxide blonde and rolled her eyes melodramatically.

Jeanne sat down on the edge of the coffee table and looked up at him. She shrugged her shoulders as if to say, Well, every family has its ups and downs.

Valerie had picked up Richard's shirt and put it on. Now she pushed her brother-in-law over against his mother and sat down on the couch, her chin in her hands. The slick feeling of the whipped cream between her thighs reminded her to wipe her lips.

Jim stared at the quartet in front of him, then peeked around the bedroom door. His father was sitting in the middle of the bed, his hair awry and his eyes looking wild.

"Well, Goddamn it, Jim," Richard said. "She drove me to it." He waved his hand in the air in a gesture of disgust. "She brought it on herself!"

"Two can play the same game, buster!" Mrs. Davis shouted from the living room, nodding her head confidentially at both Jerome and her daughter-in-law whom, in the face of this more personal crisis, she seemed instantly to have adopted as allies.

"Your cunt's prettier than your face, old woman!" Richard retorted. "Who the hell could you get to fuck you?"

At that moment, Mike Duckworth tumbled out of the closet.

The closet doors were both open, reflecting the two wildly fucking couples on the big bed. Before he knew what was happening to him, Mike Duckworth was wrestled to the bed by Frances Davis.

Richard, abashed at the insane behavior of his wife, leaped from the bed in horror. But when he saw her pull her dress over her head, kick off her shoes and panties, tear away her bra, and mount the foggy-headed music teacher, he grew jealous.

Before his son's and daughter-in-law's dismayed eyes, he grabbed Jeanne by the arm, dragged her back into the bedroom, threw her on the bed, and mounted her again beside his wife and the music teacher.

"How do you like this, huh?" he demanded of his wife as he shafted his long prick into the giggling girl beneath him.

"Don't worry, Jeanne," Frances explained, bumping her cunt down around Mike's fat, pink cock. "I know it's not your fault. I've been married to that sonovabitch for twenty-five years, and I know damned well he'd fuck a snake if he could find somebody to hold its head."

Now Jim and Valerie stood in the bedroom doorway, staring in disbelief at the scene before them. It was almost as though husband and wife were having a race to see who could induce an orgasm in their partners the quickest. It was obviously some sort of contest.

Valerie clung to Jim's arm with one hand, and with the other she covered her mouth. She knew it wouldn't do for Jim to see her amusement at the prospect of her in-laws' asses bobbing up and down on her bed.

"What's going on here?" Jim demanded. "Has everyone gone crazy? Mom! Dad! Stop that! You're both acting crazy!"

Frances looked over her shoulder at her son and said, "Take care of your business and we'll take care of ours." Then she turned to her husband and Jeanne. "Don't take offense at this, dear," she groaned to the girl. She raised up on Mike's bloated cock, then let her own weight thrust her down against him. "It figures," she groaned to her husband, grinding herself against the music teacher's drawn-up nuts, "that you'd wind up in bed with a peroxide blonde bar girl. You drunk, you!" She jiggled her tits in front of Mike's face and coaxed him, "Go ahead, take a mouthful, son. They haven't been attended to by a real man in years!"

Mike had been looking at Jeanne's small breasts, but he condescended to squeeze the older woman's tits until the dollar-sized nipples had been urged to full erection.

Richard stabbed his cock back and forth in Jeanne's clasping cunt almost in rhythm to his wife's self-impaling lunges on the music teacher's cock.

"Only a fag would fuck you!" he gasped to his wife.

Frances glanced down at the redheaded man beneath her. The only other time she had seen him was at Jim and Valerie's wedding. "Fag, hell!" she shouted at her husband. "I can feel his cock clear to my tonsils – which is a damn sight further than I ever felt yours!"

"You never wanted to feel mine!" Richard retorted, grabbing Jeanne's breasts in his hands and shaking them from side to side.

"Is he hurting you?" Mike asked the girl beside him.

Jeanne shook her head and twisted her face to the side to kiss him. "This is a gas, huh?" she whispered.

"Pay attention here, son," Frances said to Mike, reaching down to turn his face toward her. Then she said to her husband, "I might if you could ever keep it hard, you impotent bastard."

Valerie could see perfectly well how Mike's cock was impaling her mother-in-law's raven-haired cunt. The fat pink shaft of his prick bulged with lavender veins and when Mrs. Davis rode down on it, it buckled a little, then shot straight up into the clutching red channel.

"That's my own mother!" Jim whispered to no one.

"It's practically incest," Valerie said, unable to suppress her grin any longer. She reached over and felt the bulge in the front of her husband's bell-bottomed trousers. "You've got a hard-on," she whispered to him.

Richard grabbed Jeanne's hips and pulled her harder against his thrusting cock, even though the blonde was already humping rapidly up to meet his strokes. "It seems damn funny," he gasped to his wife between plunges into Jeanne's juicy snatch, "that I'm only ever impotent when I'm in bed with you." He gasped a little, then added, "If you ever showed any interest in sex, I'd show you how impotent I am!"

Frances groaned a little, her tits bobbing as Mike plowed his cock unexpectedly into her hot, palpitating channel. "Unnnh!" she moaned. "If you'd ever make love… like a man… instead of a jackrabbit… maybe… God, what a hot prick you've got, son! Maybe I'd show a little interest!"

Richard stopped humping into the girl beneath him and raised himself on his hands until his wife was forced to acknowledge him by settling her weight down on Mike's pulsing cock.

"I'll kiss your ass on the bank comer at high noon," Richard told her, "if I'm not just as good in bed as I ever was."

Frances lifted herself up until Mike's fat cock slurped out of her cunt and smacked against his abdomen. She lifted her leg over him, her white thighs jiggling slightly. "Prove it!" she said to her husband, lying down between Mike and Jeanne, her thighs spread in invitation.

"By God, I will!" Richard said, slurping his cock out of Jeanne's cunt and rolling quickly on top of his wife. "How does that feel, huh?" he demanded, thrusting his cock into her cunt to the root.