Unknown - Three moms

Finally, Johnny collapsed on top of her, stabbing his giant cock to the hilt in her buttery, wet pussy, Betty gasped in ecstasy as his hot, milky prick-juice started spouting and squirting into her pussy, bathing the glistening inner walls of her fuck-channel with a soothing coating of cum.

"Squirt it in me, Johnny!" she groaned. "That's right, squirt out every drop!"

Encouraged by her words, Johnny kept fucking wildly into his naked mother's pussy, moaning every time more cum spewed into her cunt. Staring at his grimacing face, Betty flexed her cunt-muscles around his cum-shooting cock. The last of his cream bubbled back out of her furry pussy-slit, puddling under her humping ass on the bed.

His cock-shaft still stiff and throbbing is his mother's pussy. Johnny pushed up and cupped one enormous tit with both hands. He stared down at her huge, milk-white tit, sighing as her stared at the breath of her crimson, goosebumped nipple. He dropped his lips to her nipple and feverishly sucked on it. His cheeks puckered as he sucked shamelessly on his mother's enormous tit.

Betty groaned with pleasure and cradled her son's head, stroking his hair and encouraging him to suck her tit as long as he liked. His cock throbbed more stiffly than ever up her pussy, despite having shot out big loads of cum. Betty could feel her fuck-hole clasping and gripping his cock, and knew that Johnny's tit sucking would be followed by another wild fuck.

Betty smiled broadly as she thought of Sandra Miller, the seemingly she redhead with the lard, inviting mouth and the wide, innocent-looking blue eyes. Sandra had a son named Tommy who was nearly Johnny's age. And Sandra had once told Betty, a long time ago, of her special appetite for giving head.

Maybe Sandra was already sucking her son Tommy's hard-on, Betty thought. Perhaps that very night.

Sandra Miller stood silently outside her son Tommy's bedroom door. Her long, red hair fell loose past her shoulders, and her freckled, wide eyed face was set in an intent, shameful expression of incestuous lust. She wore only a transparent negligee, which clung to her slender body and barely covered the succulently rounded cheeks of her small, tight ass.

Tommy had never seen his mother in such skimpy apparel before, but Sandra was determined that he would see her that way tonight. That did not mean, Sandra thought, that she would allow him to sample the joys of her wet, small, red-haired pussy.

Sandra liked fucking, but she loved sucking cock much more, and that was the reason she had come to Tommy's room. She desperatly wanted to give Tommy the blow job of his life, to suck out his prick-juice until he simply couldn't make his prick stiff again, until he was physically unable to shoot out another drop of cum.

Trying to keep herself from trembling with desire, Sandra pressed her ear carefully to the door and listen. At first, she wasn't sure that she was hearing it. Then as the seconds passed, she was sure that she did. Tommy was jacking off in there. The soft, rhythmic squeaking of the bedsprings was unmistakable.

Tommy was fist-fucking his big, throbbing cock, and Sandra had come to his room because she didn't want him to do that anymore. From now on, she wanted to suck her son's cock for him every day and every night.

Sandra wasn't sure what had made her such a cocksucker. All she knew was that she'd fallen madly in love with big stiff pricks the first time she'd ever put one in her mouth.

That had been in high school, and she'd long ago lost count of the number of eager boys and men she'd blown before graduating. She probably would have continued to suck a different prick a day if she hadn't finally met Joe, now her ex-husband.

Sandra simply had to find out if her boy was hung like Joe had been. She'd been embarrassed, in recent months, by the fact that she was always staring at Tommy's crotch, wondering how big a cock he packed behind his zipper. She'd even begun sneaking around the house late at night, standing outside his door and listening, hoping that she'd hear him jacking on his stiff prick.

Tommy was an almost compulsive jack-off, addicted to pumping his prick several times a day. He usually jacked off in the morning, and often in the afternoon, then always at night before going to bed. Sandra felt her cunt throbbing as she listened now, hearing the bed springs squeaking faster and faster.

She heard Tommy groan. That did it. Red-faced with shameful desire, Sandra stood straight and put her hand on the doorknob. She turned it as silently as she could, then threw the door open, knowing that she was taking the fateful step in the beginning an incestuous relationship with her son.

Tommy was naked. He sprawled on his back on the bed, his thighs spread and shaking slightly, his hand at his crotch. Ringing out of his fist was an enormous prick, and even longer and fatter pussy-pleaser than Sandra had dreamed of seeing in her wildest fantasies.

"Oh, fuck!" Sandra whispered.

That was when Tommy realized he wasn't alone. The red-haired youth's face froze in an expression of fear. His hand stopped moving on his gigantic prick as his mother swiftly crossed the bedroom, standing beside the bed and staring hungrily down at his prick.

"M-Mom!" Tommy sputtered helplessly.

"What are you doing here? Why didn't you knock…?"

"Because I wanted to see what your cock looks like, Tommy!" Sandra said softly. "And my, it certainly is a big one, isn't it?"

Sandra sat on the edge of the bed beside her child, her mouth watering as she stared transfixed at his enormous, stone-hard prick. Her hand trembled as she pushed Tommy's fingers out of the way and replaced them with her own, wrapping her fist lewdly around the blood-pulsing shaft of his hard-on. The cock-loving mother shuddered as she felt how fat, hot and stiff her son's prick really was.

"Oh, Tommy, what a big beauty you have!" she purred. "I am sorry for barging in on you like this. It's just that I've heard you jacking off every night for months now, and I couldn't stand the idea of you being so sexually frustrated. You are awfully horny, aren't you, Tommy, to jack on this big prick so much?"

Tommy didn't answer. He stared at his mother with side eyes, obviously shocked by her behavior. But his massive fuck-rod pulsed more stiffly than ever between her fingers, and Sandra knew he was hot to have his cock sucked.

"Why, Tommy you poor boy! You need some sexual relief, don't you, Son? Would you like your mother to help this big, stiff prick of yours feel better? Hmmm?"

"Y-yes!" Tommy groaned.

"All right, baby."

Sandra dropped to her knees beside the bed. Her mouth watered as she realized that she was finally going to sink her boy's enormous prick down her throat. Eagerly, she patted the edge of the bed.

"Sit up here, Tommy. That way Mommy will be able to do a good job of sucking her beautiful son's prick."

Tommy obediently sat on the edge of the bed, his huge prick throbbing more stiffly than ever, right in front of his mother's face. Sandra wrapped her fingers tightly around the root of his throbbing hard cock. Then she started jacking her son's prick much harder and faster, moving her freckled hand in a blur up and down his prick.

"Does this feel better, Tommy?" she asked. "Mmmmm? Do you like it when Mommy beats your prick-meat for your really hard like this? Do you like this better than jacking your cock all by yourself?"

"Oh, fuck!" Tommy groaned. His cock-rod pulsed madly in his mother's hand, and Sandra could see white, milky prick-juice oozing heavily out of his piss-hole. "Your cock is leaking, Tommy!" Sandra said, jacking his cock faster and faster. "Do you want Mommy to give it a good sucking now? Would you like that, baby? Would you like Mommy to suck your prick for a long, long time and drink down all of your shooting cum?"