John Douglas - Stepmother Lover

As Ted drove his prick into Joyce's slit, Clyde's fist tugged the loose overcoat of skin down his strutted member, exposing the engorged knob.

Then, as the other tool drew its thick bulk out of the slippery sheath, Clyde's hand moved upward to cap the head of his fuckpole.

His prick securely lodged in Joyce's responsive quim, Ted wrapped both arms about her and cupped her tits with his big hands, kneading them as he stroked in and out, his belly slapping rhythmically against her writhing ass. Over her shoulder, he grinned at the youth.

"You ought to try this pussy, Clyde!" he said jerkily. "She really knows how to use it!"

"Son of a bitch!" was the panted reply. Clyde's fist moved faster, and his hips leaped upward, trembling and heaving. His come spurted high in the air, splashing Ted's balls and the well-stretched lips of his mother's snatch. The second volley splattered against her trembling thigh, trickling sluggishly downward as Ted continued his deep thrusts, making her legs shake with the repeated fillings of her eager cunt.

The weaker spurts arced above the boy's cock and fell back onto his heaving belly, puddling in his deep-set navel and clinging to the light growth of hair that extended upward from his spitting prick. With a groan, Clyde lay back on the carpet, his arms falling to either side of his naked body, his tool still dribbling a trace of his violent orgasm from its lust-widened slit.

"Now, look what you've done, Aunt Joyce!" Ted murmured in the woman's ear. "You'll have to clean it up, you know."

"How?" was the hesitant response. Joyce was on the verge of orgasm, and her ass bucked lustily to aid the powerful thrusts of Ted's cock. She gasped a startled protest when the huge prong tugged itself from the eager jaws of her slavering cunt.

"Mop it up with your muff," Ted chuckled. "Just don't let him stick that poker in you. You can rub him off, if you want to. But don't let him put it in."

Clyde groaned as his mother lowered that juicy cleft over his stillerect prick, dropping to her knees astride his hips, and resting her hands, palms-down, on his chest. She looked directly into his widened eyes as she dragged her dripping cunt lips upward from the base of his cock to the slippery knob. He gave a convulsive shudder, and his hands flashed to her waist, trying to guide her hips backward and effect an entry with his swollen joint.

Deftly, Joyce evaded him, and his cock snapped upward through her anal cleft as she dropped her hairy snatch to his belly, working her hips to scrub the blonde curls through his puddled semen.

Still holding his eyes with hers, she whispered, "Would you really like to put it in me, Clyde?"

"Oh God, yes!" was the panted reply. "I can't help it, Mom!"

"It's all right, baby!" she soothed him. "I understand!"

Kneeling astride Clyde's legs, Ted observed the caress of her juicy labia as it rubbed a wet circle on the youth's belly. He grinned at the tortured expression on his cousin's face.

"Fit your pussy against his prick, Aunt Joyce," he demanded. "Don't let it slip in! Just press down on it."

Her hips lifted again, and her ass cheeks pushed back against Ted's stiff prick as she dropped them down to force Clyde's prong upward, then down again tight against his belly, its engorged shaft caught between her flexing cuntal lips.

"Oh, damn!" was the boy's wail. Not only was his mother's hot pussy massaging his pick, but her fingers were teasing the sensitive nipples of his firm pectorals. As her hips moved back and forth, her wet pubic hair caressed the head of his cock with a feathery touch that made his ass buck wildly on the thick rug.

"Now," Ted exclaimed. "Let's give old Clyde a real thrill!"

Carefully, he gripped his prick and steered it into the small space between Joyce's ass and Clyde's balls, feeling the woman ease her downward pressure as she realized his intention. Slowly, savoring the strange sensations aroused by the unusual contact, he forced the bulging knob between her perineum and the throbbing bulk of the boy's cock.

"Jesus!" Clyde gurgled. "What are you doing?"

"Relax, cousin," Ted answered humorously. "You popped off just watching your mother get screwed. Now I'm gonna let you feel her taking this fuckpole!"

With a little upward pressure of his fingers on his cock, Ted guided the head into the greedy jaws of Joyce's snatch, driving up through the spasming sheath until his belly was jammed against her bottom, and his balls rolled over Clyde's elevated scrotum.

He encircled her waist with both arms, trapping Clyde's fingers with his embrace, and began a rhythmic stroking, sliding his prick almost out of the clutching folds of her cunt, then forcing it in again to be squeezed and caressed by her churning vagina.

Joyce came almost immediately, her ass twisting and jerking with the force of her orgasmic spasms, and cuntal juice dribbled out about the prick that continued its delightful plumbing of her clenching pussy.

The overflow of slippery cream bathed the cock that throbbed beneath the two organs, creating an oily pathway for the huge cylinder that slid back and forth with gathering speed.

For Clyde, the pleasure was becoming more intense. The cunt juice made his joint shift from side to side as Ted's prick raced over it, and his sensitive glans rolled in Joyce's thick muff, massaged by her pelvic gyrations. By lifting his head, he could see that slick column driving in and out, and witness that fierce pistoning of his own cock. It was incredibly good, and getting better. He could add to the pleasure by shoving his hips upward each time Ted hunched into the straining circle of dripping pink pussy, and he could almost imagine it was his prick, rather than his cousin's, filling and stretching the grinding cunt.

Ted's voice was hoarse with lust as he demanded, "Tell Clyde how much you like my dick, Aunt Joyce!"

The woman's eyes were glazed, and a dribble of saliva escaped her distorted lips as she groaned, "I love it, damn you! It's terrible! But I love it!"

"Lean over a little more," was his panted order. "Let Clyde lick your tits!"

Whimpering, she obeyed, arching her torso until the distended nipples hung just above her son's parted lips. With a little cry of excitement, the lad fastened his mouth around one of the succulent fingers, and Joyce gasped at the furious suction as his tongue flayed the spongy flesh.

Ted worked harder, slamming his prick up into her belly with savage thrusts that rocked her body, and he felt Clyde's cock jerk with empathy against the base of his almost-hilted shaft each time the head bored deep into the torrid embrace of writhing tissue.

Faster, pressing his forehead against her arched back, and surrendering to the ecstasy of his throbbing prick, he hammered the column of passion-swollen hardness into her belly, trying to wait for the thing he knew would happen.

Between his knees, he felt Clyde's legs stiffen and tremble, and beneath his sliding cock, the boy's phallic spear seemed to swell with rhythmic pulsations.

With a harsh cry, he shoved his cock up into the churning depths and yielded to the almost painful spasms of ecstasy that accompanied each spurt of his semen against his aunt's convulsing womb. To his own ejaculatory pleasure was added the external thrill of Clyde's jetting prong against his own, and Joyce's frantic manipulation of her vaginal muscles as she tried to reach another climax.

Before she could make it, Ted pulled his prick out of her clenching pussy, spilling the last feeble spurt of his come onto Clyde's balls.

He rolled aside, stretching himself on the rug and staring at the two naked bodies, Joyce still feeding her big breast into the boy's mouth, and grinding her fevered snatch against his expended cock.

"You can finish up on his dick, Aunt Joyce," he murmured. "That's not an order, by the way. You can get up and leave, if you want to."