William Taylor - Billy_s horny mom

At last Jane wearily climbed off Mark's lap, leaving a trail of stringy jism behind her. Sue surveyed her father's lolling cock and the clumps of cum surrounding it. It didn't come near to being as big as Billy's, but its broad dark head and thick veins interested her. As did his cunt-flavored jism.

"You need a little cleaning up, Mom," Sue said, and shuffled between her father's legs to bury her lips in his damp, wiry crotch hair.

Mark groaned as he watched his daughter suck up his cum and lick his cock and balls clean. She didn't miss a drop, and he stroked her head lovingly as her soft, warm tongue slithered around.

When she was finished, she said, "Sorry, Billy, but you're gonna have to pull out." She eased her gaping asshole off the boy's prick.

"Now I'll clean you, Mom," Sue said and knelt in front of her mother and fingered open Jane's sloppy hole. A river of jism slid down and Sue shoved her face between her mother's warm thighs and gobbled it up.

"Ohhh," Jane groaned, squatting a bit as she felt her daughter's tongue extend into her cunt.

Sue lapped up her father's stringy jism along with Jane's cunt juice and then turned her attention to her mother's tangled bush. He tongue worked quickly, and she swallowed constantly, and soon Jane's snatch was as sparkling clean as her husband's cock and balls.

"You know," Jane said to her husband when Sue was finished, "I think Sue takes after you as far as sex is concerned. She never seems to get enough, and I don't think she has a tenth of the inhibitions I had at twice, her age."

"Want to do me, Mom?" Sue asked, turning and bending so her mother could see her drippy asshole. It was a bright, inflamed red from so much buggering.

Billy's eyes widened as he watched Jane blushingly glance at her husband, then at him, and then purse her lips to her daughter's pouting bung. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked strongly, drawing the last stringy bit of jism from Sue's asshole. Mark and Billy watched as her throat worked, and they knew she was swallowing it all.

"Jeez," Billy said softly, his cock twitching and pulsing as Sue ooohed and ahhhed while having her bung sucked.

"Mom," Sue said, rolling her eyes at her father as Jane licked her crack clean. "I'm still a virgin. I've been saving my cherry for somebody special, you know? Somebody like you."

"Hey, I thought you were just afraid of having a baby!" Billy exclaimed, somewhat jealous of her not thinking of him as special enough to bust her cherry.

"Well, that too," Sue said.

"Don't worry," Jane said, understanding how Billy felt. "I'm sure Sue will let you fuck her pussy once she's been broken in. She just meant that Mark's had a lot of experience in making it easy for a girl the first time."

"Have you had a lot of cherries, Mom?" Sue asked.

"Well, a few," Mark admitted.

"How old were you when you had your first?"

"Uh, I forget. Listen, why don't we all have some lunch, get our strength back, and then settle down to some serious fucking? I've got a surprise out in the car, Jane. Something I never thought I'd be showing you."

"Oh, what is it?" she asked, her interest piqued.

"You'll have to wait," Mark said, grinning. "Will you stay for lunch, Billy?" Jane asked.

"Naw, I guess I'd better get home," the boy answered. "Mom'll be getting lonely, you know?" And he lifted his pecker, shook it and grinned at her.

"Yes." Jane smiled. "I know."

"OHO," Mark said. "Getting it on with your mother, huh? Jeez, kids're lucky these days." He smiled ruefully. "When I was a kid, I never even thought of fucking my own mother. And if I had, I wouldn't have had the guts to do it."

Billy smiled. "It was sort of a mutual agreement. Well, I'll see you later. Thanks for letting me watch."

"Nice kid," Mark said. "Lucky, too."

"But not as lucky as me," Sue said. "I've got both of you and him, too. And I think I'm gonna get his mother one of these days."

"My God," Jane muttered, looking at her husband. "Have we created some kind of insatiable monster?"

"No, you were right, before. Sue takes after me. I was pretty active as a kid, too. Although I have to admit I was just a little older when I started."

Mark drew the kitchen curtains and they all had a bare-assed lunch. Jane giggled as her big boobs swung out as she was preparing their dessert on the cupboard. When she straightened, her jugs swung, their tips smeared with fresh icing from the cake.

"Here," she said, cupping and lifting her tits. "You each get one."

"Best dessert I've ever been offered." Mark grinned. "Reminds me of when I was a kid hanging around my mother, waiting for a chance to lick the bowl." He and Sue eagerly cleaned Jane's big nipples.

"Mom," Sue said, "let me ice your big clitty, huh?"

"Yeah, Jane," Mark said. "I'd like to see that, too."

"Oh, you're both awful," Jane protested, her face burning with lewd excitement. But she spread her pink lips and moaned happily as Sue smeared her clit with the cool icing.

"Wow, does that look yummy!" Sue cried, staring at her mother's long, glued clit.

"Wish I could find those in bake shops across the country!" Mark joked. "Think of the ads. Oven-fresh clits, dollar a dozen!"

"Do we have any sprinkles, Mom?" Sue asked, her face still very close to her mother's steamy pussy.

"N-no," Jane gasped. "Oh, hurry up, one of you! This stuff makes me awfully ticklish!"

"From the way your clit's hanging out, it's making you more than ticklish-feeling, honey," Mark said.

He watched Sue lower her head and take in his wife's huge, protuberant, icing-smeared clit. "Mmmmmm," Sue yummed, sucking it like a piece of candy.

"Muhhhhhh-h-h-h-h-h-h," Jane groaned, her ass cheeks trembling and her legs weakening. "Muhhhh-h-h-h!"

"I think," Mark said, "that it's time for me to bring in my surprise. Don't cum till I get back," he told Jane. Sue slurped off her mother's clit, watching him dress.

"Don't worry, Mom, I won't let her cum yet!"

"Oh! Oh!" gasped Jane. "Th-that wasn't fair! I was just about to cum!"

Mark had the trunk of his car up and was hauling out a suitcase when he saw Billy and a woman he assumed to be the boy's mother walking toward him. He waved, indicated they were to follow him into the house, and walked on ahead with the suitcase.

Sue was happily smearing more icing on her mother's inflamed clit when he walked inside. "We're getting company," he said. "Hope there's enough for everybody."

"Who is it? Billy?" Jane asked, sagging back to rest her weight against a wall as Sue's fingers finished coating her clit.

"Yeah, and I guess his mother."

"Ohh, I…"

"Hi," Billy said, opening the door and standing aside to let his mother precede him.

Linda looked at the naked woman and her eyes dropped to Jane's crotch. "Oh, my goodness!" she gasped, staring at the big white clit twitching in front of her pink folds.

"As Mae West once said, 'Goodness had nothing to do with it.' That's right." Mark held out his hand. "I'm Mark Williams, Sue's father."

"Mark… Williams?"

"Yes." Mark looked at her with puzzlement. Something about her seemed familiar. The color of her hair, her pug nose.

"My God," he whispered. "Linda?" Billy saw his mother's body sway as the blood drained from her face. He and Mark grabbed at her as she crumbled to the floor.

She clutched at Mark's shoulders and tears filled her eyes.

"Mark. Mark!" she sobbed and frantically clutched him to her.

Mark held her tightly as she sobbed brokenly against his chest. His own mind was whirling, trying to take in the sudden shock of it all. He looked at Billy and held Linda at arms length and said, "And this must be…"

"Y-your son," Linda finished. "Our son!" And she threw herself into his arms again.