Brad Logan - Hot mom,hot daughters

"Ahhhhhh!" Ann cried, louder now as his finger penetrated her asshole.

Through the membrane which separated her cunt from her ass. Pete felt his own prick fucking the sexy chick's pussy. It was exciting to hold her like this while fucking her, impaled on his finger like a bug in a display case.

As Pete climbed toward an orgasm, he let his prick fuck faster. He wiggled the finger he had up Ann's ass. She was completely out of her mind!

She lifted her legs high over Pete's back, and her hips swiveled back and forth, helping Pete fuck her cunt with maximum speed and friction. Her yoke rang continuously.

"Uhhhhh! Ohhhh!" Pete gasped as he was charging full speed into heavenly bliss.

Ann grabbed his head with both her hands and turned his face to hers. Then she kissed him, sticking her tongue into his mouth as they both gasped for breath. Their tongues and teeth and lips pressed together. The odor of cunt juice, which was smeared over Pete's face, was blown into both of their noses.

Ann's asshole began snapping on Pete's finger as she hit her second orgasm. Pete was already filling her pussy with jism.

They both disappeared down the well of pure sexual bliss. Blackness and dizzying motion accompanied their ecstasy. They were so far removed from the real world they thought they would never get back. And it was only gradually that they did come back to find themselves in a sweaty heap on the couch with Mrs. Clark standing beside them.

Pete first noticed the woman when he saw her feet on the floor. Turning his head he took in the full picture. The woman was standing there naked, gazing at them. She held one of her tits with one hand, and her cunt with the other. Her face wore an expression of passion.

"I couldn't help coming out here," Mrs. Clark said. "I heard your moans and couldn't help it."

She sat down on the edge of the couch next to Pete and Ann. She leaned over Pete's back, resting her tits on him. Then she began kissing his neck and ear. Her fingers slid up his thigh into his crotch.

"You both looked so beautiful fucking!" she whispered.

Pete felt the woman's hand arrive at his balls. She caressed them then moved her fingers to his prick, still in Ann's cunt.

Ann stirred, not knowing what to think about having her mother's fingers examining her cunt. As for Pete, having Mrs. Clark's fingers feeling the connection between his prick and Ann's pussy was fabulously exciting. His prick had begun to deflate, but now his cockshaft was rock-hard again.

With Mrs. Clark's fingers at his prickshaft and her lips nibbling his earlobe, Pete was horny again.

He could have begun fucking his prick in Ann's cunt until he had another climax. But he knew that wasn't what Mrs. Clark had in mind.

"Fuck me, Pete," the older woman said, breathing the words into his ear.

Pete hesitated. Ann was still clutching at him.

"What happened to Joe?" Ann asked.

"Who? Oh, Joe. I fucked him silly," Mrs. Clark said. "I think he's sleeping."

Pete was ready to fuck Mrs. Clark. The way she was playing with his balls reminded Pete what a skillful fucker she was. She was holding his balls tightly while sticking her fingertips into her daughter's cunt, which was still stuffed with Pete's prick.

"Go ahead," Ann said. "Fuck her."

Pete lifted himself from Ann's body, pulling his prick from her pussy. Mrs. Clark dragged him down to the floor beside the couch. Pressing him down on his back, she mounted him. She reached for his prick, and slid her cunt down over his cockshaft. Her tits hung from her chest, and Pete took them into his strong fingers.

The woman rocked and pumped her hips, making Pete's prick slide and churn in her cunt. Pete looked up at her, watching her face register passion and happiness. His own face told the same story. His prick was tender from the last fuck, and it would take longer to stir up another orgasm. So Pete was in for an intense fucking.

Since Mrs. Clark had also just finished fucking, her cunt was tender, too. But, for her, one orgasm made another easier to reach. So she didn't have to bounce long on Pete's cock to begin moaning with bliss.

Still on his back, Pete watched the woman and held her flailing tits. Ann, still on the couch, watched.

Joe walked into the room rubbing his eyes. When hem what was happening, he stopped and stand as his prick slowly rose.

"Come on, Joe," Ann said. "No use just watching. Let's fuck!"

Pete felt proud of himself as Joe walked around him and Mrs. Clark. Then Joe climbed onto the touch with Ann, and began wrestling around with her.

Having this other couple fucking in the same room, gave Pete's passion a lift. His prick was already sending waves of pleasure through his body.

"What's that?" Mrs. Clark said as she stopped pumping on Pete's prick.

Pete tried to keep his cock fucking in her cunt. But with her sitting on him, it wasn't easy.

"Come on!" he gasped.

"Wait! Someone's coming in," the woman said.

Pete heard it too. A key had been slipped into the door, it turned, and the door opened. Barb stood there, stopped in mid-step by the sight that greeted her.

"Barb!" Mrs. Clark gasped.

Pete watched the young girl's face as her eyes switched from fucking couple to fucking couple. The last time Pete had seen Barb was when she'd walked in on him and Mrs. Clark fucking the last time. She didn't seem to be getting used to finding her mother fucking her boy friend – her face wore the same shocked expression as the last time, of course. Now that she had the added shock of finding her sister fucking some guy a few feet from where Pete was fucking her mother!

Barb turned, slammed the door, and sent the sound of running footsteps back to the fuckers.

As soon as she was gone, Pete started fucking his prick into Mrs. Clark's cunt again. He wasn't able to fuck her very well since she was on top and motionless with her hands over her mouth, dismayed at being discovered by Barb again.

Then she stood up, towering over Pete. His prick was shining with her juice and twitching violently. He was just about ready to come.

"Hey!" he cried at the loss of a cunt to come into.

"Oh, dear!" Mrs. Clark said. "I've done it again!"

Meanwhile, Pete felt the agony of an orgasm interrupted. He had no choice but to give his prick a flurry of strokes. His gism spurted as he groaned, not looking at anyone for fear they would be looking back at him.

"Forget it, Mom," Ann said as she and Joe resumed fucking. "She'll be all right. It'll do her good to be a bit shocked."

"I've got to find her," Mrs. Clark said. "I've got to try to make her understand!"

She hurried to the bedroom and came out in a minute, dressed. Then she hurried to the door and ran out, leaving Pete on the floor while Ann and Joe rammed their hips together.

Pete dressed, took one last look at the fucking couple, and left. There was nothing for him to do but go home and hope his mother didn't find out that he had skipped school.

Pete got away with skipping school. But that was small compensation for his other troubles. After Barb caught him fucking her mother the second time, he was afraid to call either Mrs. Clark or Ann. As for Barb, he didn't think he would ever see her again.

About a week later, though, when he came in from hanging around with the guys, his mother told him that Mrs. Clark had called and left a message: she wanted him to meet her at Jo-Jo's Hamburger Haven at seven that evening.

Pete was so curious about what she wanted he didn't eat dinner. And, as soon as he could, he left the house and headed for the meeting.

He got there early, but was too excited to sit and order anything. So he paced back and forth in front of the place. Mrs. Clark drove up right on time, and Pete ran over to her car.