Paul Gable - Turned on mom

"You're sick!" Joyce screamed as she riveted her eyes on Anna's exposed, hairy chest.

"Hello, Ken? This is Anna. Listen, your mother's over here and says she's dying for your cock," Anna said, looking at the horrified woman as she talked.

"Don't!" Joyce pleaded, wringing her hands as her eyes widened in horror.

"You'll be over in a half-hour? Good! We'll prime her up for you," Anna said as she hung up the phone. "Too bad Greg's gone now. He can really fire up a woman's twat," she said as she sauntered up to the cringing woman.

"What do you think we should do to her?" Anna gasped excitedly as he unzipped his fly and slid his pants down to the floor.

"Ohhhh, too bad you've got to worry about her, Anna said as she looked at the massive bulge between the commander's hairy, powerful legs.

Mary looked down and smiled back at Anna.

"You know, it's been a long time since I've gotten my rocks off," he said, rubbing his cloth-imprisoned cock and closing his eyes as violent throbs shook his balls and prick.

"Let's strip her down, and all three of us can have some fun before Ken gets here," Anna said as she reached forward and unzipped Joyce's dress with one quick move. She jumped back as the woman spun around. Anna smiled at her, reaching up to her own blouse and quickly unbuttoning it. In an instant Anna had stripped off her blouse, bra, skirt and panties.

"Ohhhh!" the woman cried out in surprise as the commander sneaked up behind her. Mary reached out quickly and wrapped his fingers around the top edges of Joyce's dress and pulled hard until it slid down to her waist.

"Don't!" she cried out as the commander continued to pull her dress down to the floor.

"Look at that! Frilly panties and bra!" Anna giggled as she ran her fingers lightly over Joyce's bulging tits. "Ken was right. His mother does have a pretty damned full ass," Anna said admiringly as she looked the woman over.

"Please!" Joyce wailed, trying to cover her tits with her hands as she shifted her eyes uneasily from Anna to Anna, then back again to Anna.

"Just relax, Joyce. Relax and enjoy it," Anna said as he reached out again and slid his fingers under the strap of her bra. He moved his hand around to her back until his fingers bumped up against the small clasp. In a second the snaps were unfastened, and the lace cups floated down to the carpeting.

"Ohhh, noooo!" Joyce screamed as Anna ran forward and clamped her thick lips around the woman's right nipple and started sucking.

"Hey, I didn't know you were a dyke!" Mary joked as he watched her lather the woman's tits with saliva.

"In this game, you learn to do a lot of things," Anna said offhandedly as she took her mouth off Joyce's right tit and moved over to the left.

"Don't, please!" she cried out again. But this time Anna noticed a change in the tone of her voice. Joyce was starting to heat up.

"Come on, babe, don't be modest," Anna said as he curled his thumbs around the elastic waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her buckling knees.

"Wow, look at that bush of cunt hair!" Anna said as she reached down and rubbed her fingers over Joyce's trembling snatch. "Hey, I think I feel something wet!"

Anna brought up her hands and looked at the glistening liquid that covered her fingers. She sniffed at it and smiled at Anna.

"Hot twat juice!" she said, winking at the commander.

"The lady doth protest too much!" Anna said as he pulled down his shorts and freed his jerking cock.

"Ohhhh, I want your cock," Joyce moaned as Anna walked up behind her and rubbed his hot prick-shaft hard against her firm ass-cheeks. "I want your cock up my cunt!"

"God, she's changed her tune fast!" Anna said, raising her eyebrows as she reached down and stuck two fingers up her own snatch. She felt her cunt walls clamp tightly against her invading digits, and realized she was hotter than she thought.

Anna continued to rub his crotch against Joyce's butt. Drops of pre-cum oozed out of his piss-slit and slicked down the woman's trembling ass- cheeks as Mary continued to slide his shaft up and down the tight crack that ran between her buns.

"Touch me!" Joyce begged. Anna slid his hands around her sides and traced his fingertips across the woman's erect nipples. His eyes shifted to Anna's juicy cunt, and he wondered if he could take care of both women at the same time. Considering how hot they both were, he knew it would be quite a challenge.

Anna moaned and used her fingers to spread her sensitive cunt-lips apart. Anna pushed Joyce forward, moving closer to Anna so he could get a better look.

"Fuck me!" Joyce moaned softly as she wiggled her ass against the commander's crotch.

"Ummmm!" he moaned, feeling a strong series of spasms grip his cock and balls.

Anna saw that Joyce was gaining ground. She groaned loudly and held her twat-lips farther apart while she played with herself She reached down with her other hand and started strumming her clit, spreading her twat juice around her outer labes with her right hand. Anna closed her eyes and let her head fall back. She arched her back slightly and thrust her thighs forward, impaling her pussy on her probing fingers. She raised her face and looked at Marv.

"Jesus, fuck me!" she groaned.

"Fuck me!" Joyce protested, grinding her thighs together as she rubbed her labes with her hand.

"Come on!" Anna said, pulling Joyce after him towards the couch. "We can't do anything standing and staring at each other."

"That's just how I feel," Anna said as she followed the two of them to the couch.

"Fuck me! Please fuck me!" Joyce moaned as Anna slipped in front of her and started tonguing her tits. He flicked his tongue at her hardened nipples, then slid his mouth slowly downward as he sank to the floor until he was kneeling in front of her.

"Aaaaaah!" Joyce cried out. Anna was touching her clit. He stroked her gently, then increased his rhythm. He finished up by grabbing her tiny, swollen bud between two fingers and pinching it gently, tugging on it until Joyce cried out that she couldn't take it any more.

At the same time Anna pushed her juicing snatch against the back of the commander's head. She rubbed her fat cunt-lips slowly against his skull, wetting down his hair with her snatch juice while he continued to tongue-fuck Joyce.

"Don't! Don't make me come!" Joyce gasped.

"Make me come!" Anna whispered breathlessly as Mary rose to his feet and turned around. Anna rushed forward and stood against him, feeling his jutting prick poke savagely against her sopping slit. Slowly, Anna sank to her knees, trailing the tip of her tongue across Mary's hot, sweaty, hairy flesh until her lips were even with his pulsating cock-head. She closed her eyes and dove down onto his cock until its purple, throbbing tip banged against the back of her mouth.

"Noooo!" Joyce protested as she moved forward and rubbed her aching pussy against Mary's muscular, hairy butt. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his jangling, hanging balls. Joyce pinched them gently, then rolled them around in her palms as Anna continued to run her lips around the red rubbery flesh of the commander's jerking prick.

"Hey, isn't someone going to answer the door?" Anna asked as he pushed Anna's face away from his spit-slicked, twitching prick.

"My God!" Anna said as she sprang to her feet. "You two'd better duck in the kitchen just in case it isn't Ken," she cried out as she ran to her bedroom and grabbed her bathrobe.

Anna opened the door and saw the grinning boy standing on the porch wearing a sheepish grin.

"Am I too late?" he said, stepping inside the house.

"A little early," Anna said, closing the door and locking it as she unfastened her robe. "But your mother's all ready for your cock."

"Kennie, I-I-" Joyce stammered as she walked out of the kitchen into the living room.