Paul Gable: Turned on mom

"No, not now! Greg's in the shower!" Anna hissed as she pushed Chet's hand away.

"Maybe he'd like to join us," Chet said as he pulled her up off the couch. "Now, just show me where the bedroom is."

Anna was flabbergasted! She'd just gotten through confessing that she'd committed incest with her son, and all he was concerned about was strapping her on and maybe having her son join them or watch.

"No! Leave me alone!" Anna said half-heartedly as she thought of Chet's long dick.

"Okay! Then I'll have to fuck you right here, Chet said matter-of-factly.

"What are you doing? Don't!" Anna cried as she tried to get away from him.

"Just shut up and enjoy!" he answered gruffly as he tore her robe off her body and threw it on the couch.

"Ohhhh!" Anna cried out, covering up her tits with her arms. She backed up slowly, then turned and started running for her bedroom.

"Gotcha!" he said, wrapping his powerful arms around her waist and dragging her down to the floor.

"Unnnghh!" Anna groaned as she crashed to the floor.

"That's it, babe," Chet grunted as he slipped off his shirt and unzipped his fly. Anna stopped struggling when she saw the chaplain's mammoth dick spring free. "I knew that would stop you," Chet said as he looked down and fingered his raging hard-on. "Remember this?" he said, diving down between her widely splayed legs.

"Unnnghhh!" Anna cried out as she felt Chet's tongue probing her cunt-lips. It poked teasingly at her snatch-flaps, sliding up and down the smooth, slippery flesh but not yet jamming into her steaming fuck-hole. Anna felt that growing, familiar, unbearable itch gripping her clit again. She tossed her hips wildly upward, wanting to impale her cunt-hole on the chaplain's stiff, hot stabbing tongue.

"Ohhhh! Eat me! Suck my clit! Fuck my snatch with your tongue! Ohhh, yessss!" Anna cried out deliriously. She didn't care if Greg heard her or not. In fact she prayed that he'd come running out of the shower to see what was going on. Two men in her! Two cocks slamming in and out of her body! It was almost too much to pray for!

"Just hold n Chet whispered hoarsely as he backed off to slide his Levi's off. In an instant he was back on her, snaking his tongue up towards her erect, swollen clit. Oh, God! It was better than before-better than in the church.

"More! More! Fuck!" Anna groaned incoherently, heaving her ass high off the living-room floor, only to smash it down again on the carpeting. Chet was teasing her, licking her outer labes lightly while he fingered her snatch hair with his right hand.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Anna cried out again and again as Chet reached down with both hands and grabbed the backs of her thighs. Her cunt was already wet and slippery, and her hole dilated wider and wider with excitement. It quivered in anticipation of being stuffed with cock. Her snatch-lips trembled crazily and seemed to be begging the chaplain to ram his prick in as soon as he could.

Chet pulled her forward roughly, then bent down, touching the tip of his pulsating cock-head against the trembling, smooth membranes of her cunt.

"Hey, what's going on in here?" Anna heard Greg ask from the hallway.

"Ohhhh, my God! It's my son!" she exclaimed softly as she tried to squirm out from under Chet's grip.

"Come in here, son," Chet said brightly.

"What are you doing?" Anna hissed between her teeth as she saw Greg walk into the living room.

"My God!" Greg said, stopping short at the doorway. "Who is he?" Greg asked angrily.

"Chaplain Thompson," Chet said, nodding a greeting at Greg.

"What the hell are you doing to my mother?" Greg asked, clenching his fists tightly together.

"That should be pretty damned obvious. I'm just getting ready to fuck her," Chet said off-handedly.

"D-Does she want it?" Greg stammered, looking down at the writhing Anna.

"You'd better believe it. In fact, the two of us screwed in the base chapel earlier this afternoon. Now, if you want to join us, come on in. If not, then go outside and play with your erector set. I've got better things to do than sit and talk to you, Chet said.

Greg looked at his mother, then back at Chet and shrugged his shoulders.

"Why the fuck not?" Greg said as he slid his hands down his muscular chest and opened up the towel that covered his cock.

"Ooohhh!" Anna groaned as she saw his prick growing stiffer every second.

"Come on down, son. I want to fuck her in the ass. Her pussy's all yours," Chet said as he climbed over Anna's heaving body and slid behind her.

"I've never had it that way!" Anna protested as she felt Chet's long dick bang against her sweaty ass-cheeks.

"You did pretty well with a candle this afternoon. Just pretend it's wax," Chet chuckled as he spat on his hands and lubricated the bead of his cock with his saliva.

"A candle?" Greg exclaimed as he dropped to his knees and lay on his side facing his mother.

"It's a long story," Anna began.

"Save it for later," Chet said as he slid down until his face was even with her asshole. Anna groaned as she felt him sticking his tongue into her tight shitter. He moved his tongue up, then down, spreading a trail of spittle around her shithole. He pushed his tongue forward, jabbing it deeper as he tried to dilate her tight bung. He drew it back to get more spittle on it, then shoved it forward again. Chet dug deeper into her gradually slackening asshole.

"Ohhh, it feels soooo good!" Anna admitted. Hot shocks of electric pleasure shot from her shithole to her clit, then zipped back to her ass as Chet continued to tongue her butthole.

"Okay, son. I think she's ready for your cock!" Chet panted as he pulled away from her asshole.

"I don't think I can do it sideways," Greg complained as he tried to drive his cock into his mother's hot, wet snatch.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Anna cried out each time her son jabbed his thick, meaty knob against her outer labes.

"Give it the old college try," Chet said as he suddenly jammed three fingers up Anna's asshole.

"Aiyeee!" she screamed, hunching forward and impaling her cunt on Greg's prick.

"Ooohhhh!" Greg moaned as he hunched forward and drove more inches of his dick into Anna's pussy.

"Ohhhh, fuck me!" Anna groaned as she heard a loud slurp echo in the room as Greg's dong popped into her snatch. She felt a delicious stretching sensation as her son's prick slid deeper and deeper into her cunt. Two inches, three inches, five inches, six inches; finally the complete eight inches were buried in her twat. Greg didn't move for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling her cunt walls made as they trembled lightly around his invading cock. Then he started pumping his thighs slightly, sliding his prick gently in and out as he reached down and started strumming her buried clit-shaft. When he gripped it between two fingers and rolled it around, Anna thought she'd piss on the floor.

Meanwhile Chet moved behind Anna and jammed his thighs forward until his cock-head beat against the brown, wrinkled skin around her stretched asshole.

"Ohhhh, Jeeeeesus! Ohhhhhhh! Jam it in me! Fill up my ass! Oh, Fuck! SHIT! More cock! I want more cock! Arrrgh!"

Anna's screams fired Chet up so much that he gripped her thighs tightly and thrust his hips forward in another powerful shove.

"Aiyee! Aiyee! Aiyee! Arrrgh! N-nnooooo!" Anna shrieked in pain as the chaplain buried half his throbbing cock-shaft in her tight hung. Anna bucked and heaved between the two studs as bolt after searing bolt of pain tore through her belly. She thought her gut was blowing apart.

"No! P-please! Take it away! Unngh!" she screamed and begged one more time, jerking up and trying to pull away from the prick that was embedded in her bowels.

"Easy, Anna. Easy, babe," Chet cooed. "Just relax, and your asshole's going to expand. You'll love it."