Paul Gable - Turned on mom

"Ohhh, yesss!" Hilda hissed between her teeth.

"Yes sir, they'd be damned disappointed," Anna whispered softly as she dove back into Hilda's cunt.

Anna spotted Greg and Chet sitting at a table in the far corner of the dining room. She pointed them out to Hilda, then walked slowly over to them.

"Why, Mrs. Akins, what a pleasant surprise," Chet said less than enthusiastically.

"It's all right," Anna said, sitting down next to her son and placing her right hand on his crotch. "She knows all about us and she's willing to help."

Chet smiled at Greg, then looked at Hilda.

"You'll be a welcome addition, Hilda. But you don't mind if I find out how.. uh, talented you are before I take you on," Chet said, leering at her tits.

"That goes for me, too," Greg said, wincing as Anna squeezed his balls gently.

"I don't know if I can take two men on at once," Hilda said, giggling nervously.

"You forget, I'll be there, too," Anna said as she squeezed Greg's crotch one more time.

"Then let's go," Chet said with a grin as he quickly stood up.

As they pulled into the driveway, Anna and Hilda noticed Chet's car parked on the opposite side of the Street.

"This is it," Anna whispered excitedly as she threw open her door and nearly ran to the front porch. She saw Chet and Greg standing just inside the living room, dressed only in their slacks. "Come on, Hilda," Anna shouted impatiently over her shoulder as she walked quickly into her home.

"Come here, Mom," Greg said, lowering his hands to his crotch and squeezing the growing cock-bulge between his powerful fingers.

"Ohhhh," Anna groaned as she felt her erect, blood-engorged clit vibrate furiously. "I want your cock," she hissed between her teeth as Hilda walked into the living room.

"Close the door and lock it," Chet said huskily as he moved like a lion towards the nervous Hilda.

"Fuck meeee!" Anna moaned again as she felt her nipples scratching angrily against her bra. "Fuck me," she groaned as Greg slowly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to his knees. Anna's eyes opened wide when she saw the outline of his throbbing, cum-oozing prick against the stretched material of his Jockeys.

"Beg for it, Mom!" Greg cried out as he closed his eyes and ran the fingers of his right hand over the trembling bulge.

Anna smacked her lips and ground her thighs lightly together as she felt her snatch tire up like an overheated blast furnace.

"Please, Greg baby. Please, give me your cock," she moaned, reaching back and trying to unzip her dress.

"Here, let me do that," Chet whispered huskily as he turned around and almost ripped open her dress from the back. With another quick movement, the chaplain flicked open her bra, and Anna's big titties popped out into the air.

Meanwhile Hilda was watching what was going on in horrified fascination. She felt like running out the door while she still had time. But the sight of Greg's cock jerking like that under his shorts was making her twat-flaps flutter like a banner in a hurricane.

"Okay, babe. Now I'm ready for you," Chet said to Hilda after he'd torn open Anna's bra.

"P-Please don't hurt me," Hilda said pleadingly as the chaplain clamped his powerful hands around her ass-cheeks and drew her roughly up to his muscular body.

"Ohhh, baby, I'm gonna lick your pussy out and suck your clit before I jam my cock into your ass," Chet grunted as he squeezed her buns hard between his fingers.

"Ohhhh!" Hilda cried out in fear as Chet hiked her skirt up to her waist and jammed his fingers between her firm, white ass-cheeks.

"How does this feel, babe?" Chet asked as he slid his hands around Hilda's thighs to her hairy cunt-mound and milked the slippery edges of her swollen labes together.

"Aiyeeee!" the younger woman cried out as she threw back her head and hunched her thighs tip on the chaplain's probing hand.

"ARRrgh!" Anna groaned almost at the same time, as Greg dove forward and clamped his thick lips onto her right nipple and sucked like a vacuum cleaner. He ran his tongue up and over her aching nipple, pulling the taut brown flesh into his mouth while he stroked her snatch-lips with his fingers.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Anna groaned as Greg let go of her nipple with a loud pop and 'moved to her other tit. At the same time he slid his fingers up until he found her rising clit-shaft. He gripped it between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed it gently while he sucked hard at his mother's left nipple.

"Aiyeee! Aiyee! Wawwwh!" Anna cried out, swaying uncontrollably from side to side.

"Ohhh, Mom," Greg groaned as he slowly sank to his knees, trailing his thick, hot wet tongue along her heaving chest. Anna felt his lips stop at her sunken navel and suck at the hard flesh before he continued downward to her aching, juicing pussy.

"Eat me! Eat me!" Anna moaned as she felt Greg's tongue push through her thick forest of wiry cunt hairs.

Greg hovered before his mother's juicing, puffy snatch-lips. His mouth was only an inch from Anna's twitching gash. River after thick, bubbling river of lava-like twat juice oozed freely from between her quivering labes and trickled down her thighs.

"My cunt! My cunt!" Anna cried out mindlessly, shoving her hips forward.

"Oh, yeah!" Greg groaned as he ran his fingers lightly over her matted, drenched pussy hair. He watched her belly quiver with excitement and expectation as he moved his fingers closer and closer to the dark slit between her reddened, swollen labes. Anna almost lost her balance as he stuck his right forefinger into the hole and felt her silky cuntal membranes contract and clamp tightly down on it. At the same time Anna screeched like a banshee.

"Arrrghhh! Wawwwh!! Wawwwh!"

"Ohhh!" Hilda cried, echoing her friend. Chet had unzipped her dress and pulled off her bra and panties. The younger woman swayed back and forth like a tree in a thunderstorm as Chet moved around to her ass and jammed his tongue deeper in her shitter. At the same time he reached under her crotch and gently stroked her black, curly beaver.

"P-p-please,d-don't do- arrghhu! Aggghhhh!" Hilda screamed as Chet reached up and grabbed her swollen clit suddenly. He stroked it, squeezed it, tugged at it, rubbed it until Hilda lurched forward and collapsed to her knees on the floor.

"Baby want a fucking right now?" Chet said, laughing hoarsely as he ran up to her and bit gently into her right ass-cheek.

"Ohhhhhh!" Hilda moaned as she reached back and try to push away his head.

"You don't get rid of me that easily, babe," the chaplain said as he pushed her down and rolled her over.

"Hey, Greg, what do you think we should do with these two bitches?" Chet called over to the boy.

"Jeez, I don't know. Looks like they're both ready to come right now," he said.

"Your mother likes cock up both ends," Chet said, looking at Anna thrashing around.

"Yeah, but what do we do about her?" Greg said, pulling his finger out of Anna's cunt and pointing to Hilda.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" the younger woman moaned, sliding her hands down to her cunt and jamming her fingers in and out of her sopping snatch to relieve the itch and ache that gripped it.

"Jeesus, I'd love to fuck her ass!" Chet said as he reached down and slid two fingers into Hilda's tight asshole.

"Unnngh!" the younger woman groaned as she tossed up her thighs and screamed in pain and fear.

"Hey! Mom can give me a blow-job while she has Mrs. Akins eat her out. That'd give you a good shot at her shitter," Greg suggested.

Chet smiled at the boy, then dragged Hilda over to Anna. Greg pushed his mother down to her knees, then moved her forward until she was in a doggie position.

"Come on, Mom, come on and eat that prick," Greg said as he rubbed its red, rubbery knob against her lips.