Heather Brown - Door to door wife

"Come on, Sonny," Mrs. Robinson snapped, "I've got ironing to do if you can't do any better than this."

"Will you really get me some ice cream?" he asked as he writhed on top of her.

"If I get some boy-cream!" she fired back.

The lure of some butter-brickle, which I knew to be his favorite, was apparently like an aphrodisiac to Fred. His hard-on became a piston between his mother's thighs.

Then, after several moments of frenzied pumping, his prick disappeared into the maw of her snatch. Only the balls could be seen as they squashed against the bottom of her labia.

"Mmmmmm, that's better," Mrs. Robinson moaned. "Now you're really getting someplace, Sonny."

To accentuate her pleasure, she lifted her legs and wrapped them like, a vise around his waist. Then, yanking him even closer toward her, she worked his prick within her twat until she was gasping.

With bugged eyes I watched her hand snake under his thighs until the fingers worked their way up the crack of his ass. Helplessly I watched my mother-in-law find my husband's pulsingly red anus and digitally penetrate it past the last knuckle. From the way he whimpered I knew she was working the fingertip against his swollen prostate.

They ground together like a couple of Siamese twins joined at the crotch. It was only a matter of seconds until Fred would be forced to come in his mother's thirsty cunt.

I watched the hairy globes of Fred's ass squirm more and more as he got closer to the moment of truth. Even though he was not stroking as before, the friction was apparently more intense than it had ever been due to his mother's squeezing pussy.

I couldn't help but wonder how long these two had shared such shocking intimacy. If it went back as long as I was certain it did, it was no wonder Fred had had two marriages fail. There was no way any woman could satisfy him when his mother had gotten there first.

"Come in me, Sonny!" Mrs. Robinson cried as though she were out on the back porch hollering for her little boy to come home for dinner. "Make Mommy proud of you."

"Promise I'll get my butter-brickle as soon as we're through?" he panted as his hips swung from side to side from the intense fucking action.

"Come in my cunt and we'll talk about it," she answered, and then inserted a second and third finger into his distended asshole.

"Okay, remember you promised," he gasped, and then poured everything he had into a final thrust.

From my vantage point I could see his balls turning blue and then compacting into a knot that looked like a fist. At the same time his mother inserted the rest of her fingers into his shit-pit and made a real fist inside his butt. The pressure against his prostate must have been killing.

"Oh, Momma!" he suddenly wailed. "Here it comes! I can't hold it any longer!"

Looking over his shoulder I could see a big grin split her face. She was licking her lips in anticipation of the explosion her darling boy had just promised.

Her wrist rotated outside his asshole, and then her fist came out with a loud pop. Her clenched fingers were stained brown with shit.

He bucked forward like he'd just been shot and the room reverberated with a long, muffled hiss.

He was coming. Coming at last in his mother's cunt.

Filling her snatch with a mighty spurt of impassioned goo.

She went nuts. An impartial observer might have thought she was enduring an epileptic seizure, save for one tell-tale bit of evidence.

I'm speaking, of course, of the excess cum that welled to the limits of her cunt, and then began spraying out from between her legs. All of a sudden Fred's seed was splashing all over the place.

Beneath him, his mother was shuddering from orgasm. I don't believe I've ever seen a woman come so hard. There was undoubtedly something about being fucked to the hilt by one's own offspring that made normal sex pale in comparison. It was a disgusting conclusion, but I couldn't deny the evidence.

And the irrigating of Mrs. Robinson's twat wasn't the end of it. With Fred's prick still pumping fluid, she yanked the member from between her legs and held it so it spurted all over her jiggling tits.

Then, when there was only a dribble coming out but Fred's dick was still hard, she leaned forward, wrapped her lips around it, and began noisily sucking. Not a drop of cum was going to be wasted as far as she was concerned.

Finally, when his prick pulled free, it was lapped clean. But since it was still as solid as a rock, his mother naturally began thinking about a new hole for it to conquer.

"Quick, Sonny, my ass," she encouraged him. "Fuck me in the ass before you lose your hard-on. Cornhole your mother the way I taught you when you were eighteen."

"Can I have a candy bar along with the ice cream?" Fred blackmailed her.

"You can have the whole counter," she gushed, "if you'll just stop whining and get your stiff prick inside my asshole."

She lifted up her legs and parted her cheeks, giving me a perfect view of the pulpy orifice of her ass.

Fred lost no time in guiding his prong straight for his mommy's chocolate circle.

Before my eyes, his crimson phallic crown sunk into the circular flange of Mom's shit-pit and was swallowed by her voracious rectum. Then, inch after inch jack-hammered from view. Finally he was in her ass as completely as he'd previously been in her cunt, butt-fucking the old lady to the hilt.

The last time the churning sperm had made his balls blue. This time his nuts were purple. After he came in her ass she'd be shitting jizz for days if she didn't give herself an enema.

She wrapped her legs around him again, this time around his neck. Her position made my view of her lower body shockingly explicit. Every stroke of Fred's hard-on inside her tight asshole was as painfully clear as the light of day. Even though I was several feet away, I had the sensation that I could reach out and touch it.

It didn't take him nearly as long to come this time as it had the time before. Without any prompting, he turned on the spigot in his loins and shot his wad like he was launching a missile.

I could hear the fresh jizz gurgling inside his mother's rectum, and then saw the overflow cascade down the crack of her butt and all over her son's pumping cock. As Fred's cum splashed all over the bed, they reveled in it.

Pretty soon Mrs. Robinson had cupped her hands, caught about a pint of escaping jism, and began spreading it all over her naked body. Within moments she was so gloppy it looked like she was melting.

Her son's cum was all over her face. Smeared in her hair. Dripping from her teeth and armpits. Clogging her nostrils.

She was a mess… and she loved it.

This was the point at which I turned away. The fascination had ended, and I just couldn't stand it any more.

Silently leaving the house, I hit the street, having accepted the painful reality which the incredible scene I'd just witnessed signified. My marriage was over.

No wife could ever replace a mother like Fred's. It would be stupid to even try.

I'd taken him away from his first wife. But I could never get him away from his mother.

From now on Fred didn't exist in my life. My family was just me and the kids. I'd just have to do the best I knew how to keep us together.

I swallowed my pride and began pounding the pavement looking for a job… any job. But I had no luck, despite the modesty of my ambitions.

Jason had been wrong about potential employers lining up for my services because I'd worked for S.E.X.. On the contrary, the minute anybody heard about my background as a sex researcher, they immediately decided I wasn't appropriate for their company, and crossed me off their list.

Finally I asked a guy who seemed more honest than some of the others what my problem was.