Paul Gable - Turned on mom

Anna didn't need any more coaxing. Her snatch burned like an exploding star. Twat juice flowed freely now from between her incredibly swollen, hot labes and poured down her quivering thighs while her tits throbbed and twitched with excitement. In a second Anna felt Hilda sliding between her widely splayed thighs. Slowly she lowered her snatch until she could feel the younger woman's hot breath blowing through her juice dripping beaver.

"Unnngh!" Anna cried out as she slammed her pussy hard down onto Hilda's mouth. At the same time Greg hunched forward and battered his prick-head against his mother's lips.

"Open that fuckin' mouth, damn you!" Greg grunted as he kept ramming his powerful rod against his mother's closed mouth.

"Unnnnngffff!" Anna groaned as she felt her son's rubbery prick shoot past her front teeth and bang against the back of her sucking throat.

Greg moaned louder and louder as he felt her hot, wet mouth devour his cock. He clamped his fingers on Anna's head, shoving it farther onto his cock until his balls slapped against his mother's chin.

At the same Chet was kneeling between Hilda's legs, spitting on his hands and rubbing the saliva on the thick, meaty head of his prick. The younger woman moaned half in fear and half in excited expectation as he threw her legs high into the air and rested them on his shoulders. Her brown, quivering asshole shot into view as the chaplain inched closer and closer to her upturned ass-cheeks.

"Just relax, Hilda," Chet said as he poked the tip of his hot, throbbing shaft against the puckered skin of her shit-chute.

"Ohhhh, p-p-please," the younger woman stammered as she pulled her mouth away from Anna's banging pussy.

"Eat meeee!" the older woman screeched as she jammed her spit-slicked snatch against Hilda's mouth.

As she drove her twat against her friend's face, Anna went back to her son's twitching cock. She felt her son thrust his hips back and forth more violently as he met the attack of her mouth. Anna reached up with her right hand and stroked Greg's hanging fuck-sac gently with her fingers, pushing it back and forth as she swirled her tongue up and around his probing, thrusting prick.

"Ohhhh, Mom!" Greg moaned as Anna slowly slid her hand up from his balls up to his flat, hard belly. She pushed her hand tip through the thick matting of black hair until her fingers began to squeeze his hard, hot flesh. Rivers of sweat trickled down Greg's panting belly as Anna's hands crawled hungrily over the taut skin. Her head bobbed back and forth faster and faster as she felt her son's prick twitch and swell inside her sucking mouth.

"Now, baby," Chet moaned to the squirming Hilda as he pulled her sweaty ass-cheeks apart and drove in the tip of his iron-hard prick.

"Arrghhh!! Aiyeeee! Aiyeee! Nnnghhh!" Hilda screeched in pain as she slid forward, trying to get away from the chaplain's ass-invading dick.

"Get that bitch back!" Anna groaned as she felt her friend's lips tear loose from her rumbling cunt.

"Come on, babe. Don't make the crowd unhappy," Chet moaned as he reached down and grabbed her thighs tightly. He pulled her back and jammed three more inches of cock up her virgin butt.

"No! Noooo! Noooomgggfff!" Hilda screamed in a muffled tone as Anna shut her up with her banging pussy.

"Yeah! Yeah!" Chet grunted as he ignored Hilda's screams of pain and drove his prick farther and farther into her bowels until his balls rested against the woman's firm, bouncing butt-cheeks. "Just relax, Hilda. Just take it easy and think about that prick up your shitter," Chet moaned softly as he reached forward and slid his hands over her puffy labes.

"Oh! Ohhhh!" Hilda cried out as Chet slid his fingers up to her clit and started strumming on the bud at the same time he began to shove his cock in and out of her asshole.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Hilda screamed each time Chet drove his cock up her ass.

"Mom! Mom! Aw, fuck! I'm gonna shoot!!" Greg shouted as he rammed his groin harder and harder against Anna's face.

Suddenly Greg's back went rigid and his fingers dug like nails into her skull as wad after hot, sticky wad of teenage jism spattered into her sucking throat. Anna swallowed as fast as she could, trying to take in all of Greg's spewing jizz. At the same time she heard Chet's groans grow louder and harsher, and she knew that the chaplain was about to blow his load into Hilda's ass.

"Ohhh, fffuuucckkk!" Anna screeched as she spat out Greg's softening prick and tossed her head from side to side. Torrent after torrent of bubbling twat juice poured out of her contracting cunt as Anna felt herself gripped in the throes of a gigantic come.

Hilda reached up and squeezed the older woman's swinging tits as Chet shrieked out that he was firing his cum.

"Now, you fuckin' bitch!" he screamed as Hilda as he ground his groin against her sweaty ass-cheeks. The younger woman quivered and shook as her pussy was ripped apart by wave after wave of clit-tearing contractions.

"Ohhhh!" Anna cried out again, whimpering and begging for more of Hilda's digging tongue as she felt another series of contractions ripple through her pussy.

Wads of white-hot jism from Chet's shooting cock oozed out from Hilda's violated shithole as the four of them continued to buck and thrash against one another.

Finally Chet let out a low groan and fell backward, pulling his flaccid cock from Hilda's gripping asshole.

"Ohhhh!" she moaned as Anna collapsed on top of her.

"That was fantastic!" Greg said enthusiastically as he wiped his oozing cock on Anna's hair.

"Yeah!" Chef agreed as he staggered to his feet. "Now, all we have to make sure of is that we can perform like this all the time."

"My mom can do anything!" Greg said proudly.

Anna wiped away some of her son's jizz that had spattered against her chin and cheeks and smiled at him.

"Now, we're going to have to figure out what to do with the Sea Scouts meeting tomorrow," Chet said as he scratched his chin thoughtfully. "About how many are coming tomorrow?" he asked Anna.

"I think Greg said about eight or nine," she said, looking at her son for guidance.

"That's about right, Mom. Eight hot cocks waiting for your pussy," he said huskily as he bent down and clamped his lips hard onto Anna's mouth.

"Ohhhh, look. His cock's getting hard again!" Hilda said brightly as she pointed at Greg's stiffening prick.

Chet shook his head slowly and looked down at his limp dick.

"That's the advantage of being young," he said in a mock-serious tone. "We old-timers have got to wait for a while before we can fuck again.

"Oh, I'll bet you can get it up right now," Hilda cooed as she reached up and stroked the underside of his cock gently with her right forefinger.

"What about the Sea Scouts?" Anna asked, a little surprised and jealous of her friend's sudden sexual flowering.

"Right, I almost forgot," Chet said as he brushed Hilda's hand away and paced back and forth in the living room. "I think I might be able to get at least two more women-Grace Hoover and Marie Moore."

"Grace and Marie!" Anna gasped, looking at Chet in horror. "I'd never have believed it!"

Chet chuckled and put his hands on his hips, shaking his head slowly.

"Shows you how perceptive you are, Anna. Those two women are almost as hot as you two," he said, laughing softly.

"Wow! This Sea Scouts meeting's gonna be a lot better than any we've had before," Greg said as he started to rub his prick excitedly.

"But what's the whole purpose?" Anna asked as she riveted her eyes on her son's lengthening cock.

"Besides having a ball?" Chet asked. "Spreading the word, mainly. The kids'll learn tomorrow that we can provide this kind of balling service on the spot for anyone. What's more, we'll tell them that we want their folks to get involved. If I know kids today, they'll know whether or not their parents are prime subjects for us. Even if their folks wouldn't dream of joining us, you can bet that they'll keep coming," Chet said as he reached down and wrapped his powerful fingers around Hilda's firm right tit.