Paul Gable - Turned on mom

Anna closed her eyes tightly and concentrated on relaxing. She discovered that she was actually beginning to feel some pleasure from having the chaplain's cock up her ass.

"Uhhhh!" she moaned. Chet raised his head and winked at Greg who winked back. The two studs began fucking her at the same time.

"Arrrgh!! Wawwwh!" Anna cried. She couldn't believe the feeling that was tearing at her body. Two long, thick, hard, hot cocks slid in and out of her at the same time. She felt deliciously stuffed by those thrusting, twisting, trembling pricks. Chet's dick especially felt like a mammoth fist inside her. Yet her son's reaming cock made her pussy and clit tremble and quiver as if a stick of dynamite had blown off in her snatch. She loved the feeling of tension and muscle jamming in and out of her juice-saturated pussy. She dug her fingernails into Greg's shoulders as he stroked and tugged her clit, making her cry out in ecstasy and whimper uncontrollably. She was begging both of them to fuck her, to jam their cocks in deeper and deeper into her body. White-hot flashes racked her shitter and pussy as the two men grunted and groaned and bucked and heaved.

"Ohhh, God, Chet! More cock, Greg! Jeeesus! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeee!" Anna shrieked as she was tossed from one man to the other. She opened her eyes and looked at her son. She saw his face contorted and twisted with pleasure. She knew that he was ready to fire his boiling jizz into her snatch. She felt her cunt walls gripping his twitching cock harder as she increased her pumping. At the same time she felt Chet's dick begin to swell thicker and thicker in her asshole. Anna wanted both men to come at the same time, and she wanted to make sure that she joined them.

Suddenly Greg's back went rigid and the tendons and veins stood out on his neck as his cock erupted. Her son shivered and thrashed on the floor as his cum spurted out of his spasming cock-head and spattered onto Anna's trembling cunt walls.

Greg's moans triggered Chet's climax.

"Here it comes, bitch!" the chaplain shrieked as he hunched up his hips and drove his cock so deep into her asshole Anna thought he was going to send her and Greg crashing into the wall behind them. She felt his hot, sticky jizz jet up her shitter as Greg's cock continued to throb and shoot wildly in her cunt.

"Aiyee! Wawwwwh! Wawwwh!" Anna shrieked as her clit beat like a kettle drum with orgasmic contractions. She quivered, bucked and shook, shrieking like a mad woman as one spasm after another ripped through her cunt.

"Ohhhh, fffffuuuucccckkkk!" Anna screamed wildly as the two studs continued to spew their sticky spunk inside her body.

"Ohhhh, fuck!" Chet moaned as the last wad of his steaming cum blew out of his bouncing balls.

"Jesus! Jesus!" Greg groaned as he pulled his cock out of his mother's snatch and rolled over on his back.

"Like something like that, son?" Chet asked the boy as he continued to rotate his hairy groin against Anna's quivering, sweaty ass-cheeks.

"Yeah! Jesus Christ yessss," Greg said smiling up at his exhausted mother.

"Well, while you two are arguing over the goods, I'm going to take a shower," Anna said as she pulled free of Chet's softening prick and jumped to her feet.

"I think I can arrange it so we can have more of these sessions, with people who are like you," Chet said meaningfully to Anna.

The woman stopped and looked first at her son, then at Chet. She knew she shouldn't listen to him. But there was something in the tone of his voice that excited her. A-lore cock? Why not? she thought to herself as she turned around and sat on the couch.

Anna reached down and scooped up some jizz that leaked out from between her slackened cunt-lips and used it as a lubricant to rub down her still-aching labes. Chet paced back and forth behind the couch as Greg lay on the floor.

"I think I can trust you two," Chet finally said as he stopped walking back and forth and leaned on the back of the couch.

"Why not?" Anna wondered out loud.

"Well, what I'm going to tell you isn't exactly approved of in the Navy Regulations," Chet began. "But if you'll go along with me, I can show you one hell of a good time-if you know what I mean," the chaplain said, winking at her.

Anna felt guilty all over again. Paul hadn't even been gone one day and here she was, dripping cum onto the carpeting while making plans to get more cock.

"Go on, Chaplain," Greg said anxiously.

"Call me Chet," he said, smiling broadly at the boy. "You know, I've just been here in Coronado for a few hours, but I see plenty of unhappy cunts running around."

Anna jumped off the couch. She wasn't used to hearing such language coming out of a chaplain's mouth. Then again, she wasn't used to getting fucked in front of an altar either. Anna wondered where Chet Thompson had studied religion.

"Well, all the men are off for long periods of time," Greg said. "They're just like Dad-gone for a couple of weeks at a time. Some of them are gone for a couple of months or more.

"Right! Now I was stationed at Mayport, Florida, for two years, and I saw what was happening. These Navy wives were sneaking off to Miami or Fort Lauderdale to grab some quick cock. They spent a fortune in travel and motels when they could have tried to organize something there," Chet said, chuckling to himself.

Anna smiled at the handsome chaplain.

"And I'll just bet that it didn't take you too long to figure out a way to get them hopping into your bed," she said a little sarcastically.

"As a matter of fact, it took me over two weeks!" Chet said, raising his eyebrows.

"Whew!" Anna whistled in mocking disbelief. "For you that is a longtime."

"I met a Navy wife just like you who had two sons. But she came to me after she'd fucked them. I saw the golden opportunity for stud service in front of me. Pretty soon we had a good thing going. Mothers 'donated' their sons to the great cause, so to speak."

"Kind of like wife-swapping," Greg said, laughing.

"Something like it," Chet agreed. "I guess we call it mother-switching, or son-roulette. It doesn't matter. What's good about it is that there aren't any outside people involved in it, so you don't have to worry about blackmail or the word leaking out. Whenever the husbands went out on maneuvers, we started some maneuvers of our own, Chet said as he reached down and stroked Anna's titties.

"And you want to start an operation like that here," Anna said, looking up at him.

"Why not? You and Greg would be heading it Lip," Chet said, walking around to the front of the couch and sitting down next to her. He reached over and brushed her hand away from her cunt-lips, digging his fingers into her wet, sticky snatch.

"Uhhhh! I don't know. I still think it's risky. Suppose we approach the wrong women? My God, it could blow the lid off the whole thing," Anna said cautiously.

"Mmmmmm! That's where I come in. You see, we wait until a woman comes to my office to discuss her marital problems. Believe me, there are plenty around this place. Husbands who give too much or not enough cock-or their old men have picked up V.D. over in Hawaii. After a few minutes I can tell if a woman's ripe for the kind of service we could provide. Then maybe she has a son, or knows of a kid who can help us. Pretty soon the thing snowballs," Chet said, growing more and more excited both from finger-fucking Anna, and from his speech.

"It sounds good, Mom. You know, I'll bet a lot of the kids in Sea Scouts would help out," Greg said enthusiastically as he sprang to his feet.

"The Sea Scouts is perfect!" Chet said. "Lot of young cock hanging around there. You think you could get them interested?" Chet asked Anna as he slid his hand up her tight slit until it rubbed against her partially swollen clit.