Duncan Fox - Spankin mommy

Eric had his back to Charlie, was straddling Ellen's chest the same way Charlie had earlier. Glancing in the mirror, Charlie saw that Eric's dong was stiffening quickly. It would soon be stiff enough to ream her butt out.

It was just as well. Charlie was about to come. He humped his dick into her clinging asshole. Drawing back, he felt the skin of his cock pull on the base of his organ. Driving back into her butt, he felt the skin tug on the tip of his prick. The nerve-patch on the underside was almost at the flash point from the exquisite friction of her tight shitter. The cum in his balls was seething impatiently as he buggered the girl ravenously. He pumped in her asshole again, and felt his nuts haul up tight, cock themselves for the eruption. He drew out and felt his whole body knot. Then he fucked back into her asshole and began hosing her bowels with steaming jizz. He was pumping against an exquisite back pressure never found in a cunt. His sperm spurted into her ass in thick, heavy gobs, his muscles aching delectably as they strained to unload every drop of his creamy spunk into her clinging butt.

He was a searing tower of pure ecstasy. His whole body knotted, every muscle helped. Charlie clung to his pleasure for as long as he could. Finally, he fell back away from her. His tool lost strength and the pulsing of her asshole drove it out.

He fell back onto the bed, and rolled to one side. Then he watched as Eric Jameson aimed his saliva-slicked cock into Ellen's oozing bung, and filled her ass with his big dong. Charlie watched, exhausted, as Ellen welcomed her father's buggering tool into her guts. Charlie remembered he had cornholed his own mother, and reflected that incestuous ass-fucking was getting to be a pretty common occurrence.

Wrapping her arms around her thighs, Ellen folded herself into a tight ball so her father could get his cock balls deep in her ass. She shuddered in the throes of an overwhelming orgasm, her body burning with lust, gleaming with sweat. Her father pounded his prick into her ass furiously.

It all happened so quickly! One minute Eric was easing his prick into Ellen's bung, and then she was coming. Now he was leaning hard against her. His buttcheeks knotting, he pumped jizz into her twitching asshole. She thrashed wildly, her legs quivering and jumping as she was consumed by the unholy orgasm.

Eric leaned on his daughter for a long time, then pulled back. His cock slithered out of her well-fucked shitter. Her abused muscle contracted reluctantly, a pearly driblet of sperm oozing from the puckering bung as it sealed herself. Ellen straightened her legs and stretched out on her back on the bed. She was breathing heavily, and her face was beaded with sweat.

"I hurt," she announced softly.

Eric got up and went into the bathroom. He returned with a tube of hemorrhoid medicine. "Roll over, honey," he said softly.

Weakly, Ellen obeyed. He covered her abused asshole with the anesthetic cream.

"Think we hurt her inside?" Charlie asked nervously.

Eric shook his head. "No, but we'd better let her rest."

"I've got to get home anyway," Charlie noted, glancing at the clock.

"Welcome to the family," Eric said, after seeing Charlie to the door.

"Thanks," Charlie replied. He felt a warm affection for the other man.

Deliciously exhausted, he started home, hoping his mother didn't have any erotic plans for the next day or so.

Charlie slouched on the sofa, disgusted and puzzled. What had happened made no sense at all. After his spanking, he had thought everything was fine. But, in the past week, nothing had happened. Less than nothing, in fact. His mother had been deliberately avoiding him. Maybe it was that time of the month for her?

Tonight she had thrown him out of her worn. Well, not actually out of her room. He had walked by and her door had been open. She had been getting dressed, and he had stopped in the doorway for a moment. She had grabbed something and held it in front of herself, then stamped angrily over to the door and chewed him out for "spying" on her. Then she slammed the door in his face.

Now she was out on a date with some character named Ross. He looked like a real jerk – pudgy and balding with pursed lips and a pink face. She could have gone out with Eric Jameson. He was tall and strong and handsome, and looked like a Viking. Instead she was out with a jerk.

Charlie wanted to talk with someone, but Ellen wasn't home. Had she and her father gone out someplace? The thought that they might be screwing added to Charlie's misery.

He reflected that there was one good thing, at least. He hadn't had a chance to tell Carla about Eric and Ellen's incest. From the way his mother was acting, there probably would have been hell to pay if he had told her. For some strange reason, she had slammed her mind shut. Charlie muttered vulgarities to himself.

The phone rang, making him jump a foot. He picked up the receiver, and growled into it.

"Charlie? It's me, Ann."

"Oh, hi," Charlie said sourly.

"Are you doing anything?" she asked hesitantly.

"What's the matter, Pete stand you up?"

"Yeah. His stupid car broke down clear out in Calabassas or someplace?"

"Leaving you all alone and lonely," Charlie taunted.

"Well, yeah," she agreed unhappily. "And horny," she added.

"Oh?" Charlie's interest picked up.

"And I thought, maybe, if you weren't doing anything, maybe like you and I could… do something. For old time's sake," Ann stammered awkwardly.

"Well, yes," he agreed, "maybe we could."

"Mom and Dad'll be home in fifteen minutes, so you can't come over here. I've got to get out before they get back or they'll third-degree me," Ann said.

"You come over here, then," Charlie said. "Mom's out on a date, won't be home for hours."

"Okay," Ann agreed. "Should I bring anything?"

"Just yourself."

"See you in ten minutes."

"Yeah." Charlie hung up, his gloomy mood dissipated as he contemplated what lay ahead. He began thinking about Ann's slender, petite body and her tight, wet cunt. It seemed, also, a good way of getting back at Ellen.

Ann made it in less than ten minutes. Charlie opened the door and eyed her curiously. "What's with the coat? Cripes, it's roasting out."

"Well, you told me to bring just myself," she chirped impishly. "So I did. But I didn't want to get arrested on the way over here."

She opened her coat and let it drop to the floor. She was stark naked. Her little nipples were rock-hard. Her pussy looked neat and fuzzy, as if she had combed it.

"You walked over here with nothing on under that coat?" Charlie asked, astonished.

"Uh-huh!" Ann giggled. "It's far-out. You should try it."

Charlie stooped and picked up her coat and hung it in the closet. "Huh! I'd get a hard-on in ten seconds. It'd look like I had a pole in my crotch."

Ann giggled again and pointed. "Like the way you are now?"

"That's your fault," Charlie replied, closing the closet.

Ann grinned, and struck a pose that showed off her graceful body, her gentle curves, the slight mounds of her titties. She had the build of a gymnast. "You're overdressed." She sniffed theatrically.

"Yeah, well, have a seat, and I'll be with you in a minute," Charlie told her. In his room, he undressed leisurely, tossing his clothes on his bed. Except for the hot knot in his groin, he felt calm and cool.

"This better?" he asked her when he returned to the living room. He stood in front of the couch, his prick pointing straight at her.

"Much," she answered, reaching out and stroking the underside of his hard-on. "You look good enough to eat, in fact."

"Be my guest." He stood with his hands on his hips, his cock bobbing in response to her stroking.