Paul Gable - Turned on mom

"Don't worry, Joyce. We're going to stop him somehow," Anna said determinedly.

"Well, we don't have a hell of a lot of time. God only knows, he might be on his way to the MP's now," Chet said nervously.

"I've got a trump card," Anna said, smiling slyly at the chaplain and pointing towards the bathroom.

"I don't understand," Chet said.

"You forget. Commander Golden is Paul's commanding officer. He's in this as much as we are. Maybe Paul will have different ideas about telling everybody everything when he finds out that Mary's involved," Anna said thoughtfully.

"I'm sure willing to give it a try," Mary commented from the doorway.

Anna turned around and saw the muscular, hairy man standing a few feet away from her dripping wet. Even at this minute she felt her snatch fire up again. If it weren't for the immediate danger of her husband rushing off to the police, she would have thrown her legs up in the air right then.

"When I get through talking with him, I think Paul will have a little change of heart. He knows I have it in my power to just about make or break him in the Navy. That ought to make him cool down," Marv said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he strode slowly into the living room. "I'm sure that once he's thinking rationally again, he'll realize that he has no hard evidence and he could end up holding the short end of the stick in this whole matter."

"I hope you're right," Anna said fervently as she watched the commander dress.

"Just leave it to me," Commander Golden said confidently as he headed out the front door.

Two weeks passed. As Anna predicted, Paul cooled down when he realized that Commander Golden was involved and that his career could be mined if he made accusations he couldn't prove. He was still upset, but he realized he was helpless, and he kept his knowledge to himself.

What bothered Anna more was her husband's indecision as to whether or not he should leave her for Marie. Finally, the two of them reached a meeting ground. Paul would give up Marie and try to make a go of the marriage if Anna would quit Chet's swap group and keep her snatch for him. Nothing was said about Greg. Anna was sure that Paul thought the only reason she had fucked her son was because she got carried away in a group-sex scene. He had no idea that she and Greg had been screwing before the group was even put together.

Anna was busy getting ready for bed one evening. Paul was tied up at a late meeting on the ship. She was sure of this as Anna confirmed her husband's excuse. She looked in the mirror as she brushed her long blonde hair and sighed happily. Everything had turned out for the best after all. Even Chet's group was going strong without her and her son. She missed the gang-bangs, but she would have missed her husband even more.

"Mom?" Greg called out from the hall.

Anna felt her snatch fire up again. Shit, she thought to herself as she untied her nightgown and Jet it fall open at the front. If she couldn't have gang sex, she wasn't about to let any opportunities of fucking her son fly by. Paul wouldn't be home until after midnight. It was ten o'clock now- plenty of time to fuck and change the sheets before the lord and master trounced home.

"In here," Anna chirped as she got up and stroked her full, firm titties with her fingertips.

"Jesus!" Greg said breathlessly as he stared at her. He was wearing just a white terrycloth towel wrapped around his slim waist. Anna looked down, and saw that her snatch and tits had the usual effect on him-his cock sprang up like an arrow.

"Come on," Anna said, shrugging off her nightie and climbing onto the bed.

"But, Dad-" Greg said, unwrapping his towel and following her to the sheets.

"He'll be home late," Anna crooned as she hiked up her legs and rubbed her raw cunt-lips with her fingers.

"Great!" Greg said, smiling at his mother as he inched up to her head and drove his cock into her hot mouth. "Unngh! Ohhh, shit, mom! Arrrgh!" Greg cried out mindlessly, he hadn't fucked his mother since the night his father had found out about everything. He didn't have the opportunity. Paul watched him like a hawk. Now, suddenly everything broke apart inside of him. His body was racked by flashes of hot sexuality as his mother's tongue slid under, over and around his jerking prick.

"Mmgggggffff!" Anna cried out in delight as Greg reached back and dug his fingers into her juicing pussy. He strummed at her clit, tugging it gently until she thought her body was going to blow apart.

"Suck it! Suck it!" Greg cried out again as he thrashed on the bed from side to side.

Anna continued to swirl her tongue around his prick-shaft while she reached down and cupped his swollen fuck-sac in her hand, running her fingers gently over the hot, sweaty, wrinkled skin.

"Nooo! Don't do that! I'm gonna shoot if you do that! Nooo, don't!"

Greg cried as he pulled away from her.

"Sorry," Anna panted as she wiped the spittle off her lips and smiled at her son.

"Fuck! You don't know how much I've missed you, Greg said softly as he reached down and stroked his mother's swollen, hot, sweaty tits.

"Oh, baby, me too. But I promised your father not to fool around. It's the only way I know of that I can keep him," Anna said a little bitterly.

"Well, I hope he's got a few more meetings like this so we can fuck," Greg panted as he stroked his prick gently.

"You know, I even miss the group," Anna said as her son slid between her legs and started lapping at her curly pussy hairs.

"They were pretty much fun," Greg agreed, sliding his right hand under her firm ass-cheeks. He inched his fingers closer and closer to her quivering, hot shitter.

"Ummmmm!" Anna groaned as her son ran his teeth softly along her twitching outer labes. "Especially your father's commanding officer. He had a prick that wouldn't quit!"

"And what about mine?" Greg asked a little jealously as he pulled his face out from between his mother's hugging thighs.

Anna smiled at him and stroked his hair. Then she reached forward and pushed his head gently back between her trembling legs. It was a signal to the boy to keep up with his tongue-fucking.

"Yours is fine, Son, fine," she crooned as she closed her eyes and rolled her head from side to side on the pillow. "It's just that we all need a little variety sometimes."

"Well, Dad's going on maneuvers in a few weeks, isn't he?" Greg asked as he lifted his head up again. But this time the boy continued to strum on his mother's swollen, blood-engorged clit while he talked.

"Arrrghhhh!" Anna cried out as she felt shocks of electricity fly out from her quivering clit and shoot up to her fully erect nipples.

"Sorry, Mom," Greg said, smiling broadly at her.

"Ohhhh, yes. Say, why don't we invite Joyce and Ken over?" Anna suggested.

"And the chaplain, and maybe Hilda," Greg said as he slid up to his mother's face. Anna raised her legs and felt her son's prick bounce against her trembling, upturned ass-cheeks.

"Your father wouldn't approve," Anna gasped as she felt Greg's hot cock-head slide past her puffy labes and drive deep into her sucking pussy. "Ohhhh! But why not?

"Ohhhhh! Fuck! Unngh!" Anna cried out as she hunched her pussy against her son's pounding groin. Why not? Why not? she thought to herself as Greg's prick squished in and out of her twat. Anna smiled gently as she thought of nothing but miles and miles of hot, stiff cock-meat.