Duncan Fox: Spankin mommy

Charlie's hard-on was throbbing. He kept waiting for Ross Caldwell to lurch up off the couch and attack but the man just sat there and perspired. His one abortive effort apparently was all he was able to manage.

Carla shuddered with excitement as she fondled her pussy. She was bringing herself higher and higher. The man's blunt dick was shivering in his lap.

Suddenly, Carla had both feet on the couch and was straddling the fat slob. She presented her pussy to him again, thrust her hips at his face. She moved forward, and lowered her snatch onto his face.

Gripping his head, she yanked his face into her crotch, then squirmed her hairy snatch against his mouth and nose.

His cock swelled and pulsed. He was incredibly aroused by the oral act he was being forced to commit. It wasn't at all like when Charlie had eaten Ann, earlier. Carla was cruelly forcing her date to do something he obviously didn't want to do. That was the source of his arousal – what was getting him so excited was not the act itself, but the fact that he was being dominated, humiliated.

"Jeez, what a jerk," Ann whispered. "She's doing everything but shit on him, and he loves it! Wish I knew a guy like that!"

"Well, I'm not it," Charlie told her sharply. "Oh, yeah?" Ann challenged, taking her eye from the crack and looking up at him.

"Yeah," Charlie said harshly. He gripped her arm hard. He was angry for some reason, and was taking it out on Ann.

"Okay, okay," she said quickly. "That hurts!"

"Sorry. Now what the hell's she going to do?" Charlie asked, watching his mother again.

Carla had finished scrubbing her pussy on the man's face and pulled back. Her juices were smeared all over his cheeks and jaw. He looked both bewildered and happy.

"Kiss my ass," Carla said softly.

Finally, Ross Caldwell's eyes came to life. He licked his lips, and nodded tensely.

Carla laughed cruelly and turned her back on him. Looking over her shoulder, she wiggled her lush, round butt in his face. She reached back and stroked the pale cheeks of her ass. She parted them, thrust her ass at Ross Caldwell's face.

For the first time, he used his hands! He reached up and tenderly stroked her butt. Then he spread her asscheeks with his fingers, and pressed his face into the crack. His lips were working eagerly. He looked like a kissing fish. He pulled back a moment, then stuck his tongue out and plunged it into the crack of Carla's ass. He licked her tail, bored into it until his lips and tongue were buried.

"Jesus!" Ann snorted. "That's sexy!"

"Yeah," Charlie agreed.

"God, that's got me horny! Wish we could join me."

"If you'll be quiet, I can slip it to you while we watch," Charlie told her.

"No problem," Ann assured him.

"Not where I'm going to give it to you." Charlie chuckled softly.

"What do you mean?" Ann asked fearfully, glancing up at him.

"Up your ass," Charlie answered, taking a jar of petroleum jelly out of the medicine cabinet.

"You – wouldn't," Ann whispered. She was both afraid and excited by the thought of getting cornholed.

"Right where that ass-kisser is sucking my mother," Charlie assured Ann. "Bend over and watch."

Ann shivered, but did as he ordered. Bending sharply at the waist, she put her eye to the crack again.

Charlie took a gob of lubricant on his fingers and smeared it up and down the crack of Ann's ass, probing her roughly, but not cruelly. "What are they doing?"

"He's still eating her butt," Ann whispered. "Jesus, that must feel fantastic!"

Charlie smiled, and greased his prick. "Yeah, well, maybe someday Pete'll show you how it feels. Right now, you're going to feel something a lot different." Carefully, he set the petroleum jelly aside. He placed the tip of his prick on the crack of her ass and nuzzled it in between her buns. "Jesus!" she whispered.

Charlie clamped his hand over her mouth. "Quiet." He put his eye to the crack in the door to see if anyone had heard her.

Carla was leaning forward. She had her hands on her knees. Her ass was firmly against Ross Caldwell's face. Holding her tightly by the hips, he burrowed his face into her ass. His cock was as big as it was going to get. It was a preposterously short, thick rod jutting up through his open fly. His hips were shifting and humping restlessly as he ate Carla's ass.

Keeping his hand over Ann's mouth, Charlie began driving his cock into her tight, resisting bung. He felt her squirming, felt her ring yield very slowly to his boring, driving dick. She whined softly into his muffling hand as his prick entered her butt. She was still watching the lewd scene on the couch as a cock was driven up her ass.

His cock burning, Charlie bored into Ann's shitter. His excitement flared when he put his eye to the crack again, and watched his mother have her ass kissed by Ross Caldwell. Charlie silenced the whimpers of the girl he was buggering and drove his prick deeper into her bowels. Her greasy bung almost seemed to suck his cock in near the end. He drove the full length of his towering rod into her butt. Her tongue lapped sensuously on the palm of his silencing hand.

Ross Caldwell was working harder than ever on Carla's ass. He was hauling back on her hips with his hands. It looked as if he wanted to smother in her buttcheeks. His jaw working, he ate her ass feverishly. Carla's belly was shuddering with pleasure. Her tits were quivering. A drop of saliva drooled from her passion-loosened mouth and spotted the man's trousers. She reached down and began to play with his stubby dick, began to jack his blunt rod. She pushed the foreskin up and down, up and over the purple knob, then down and off.

Ross Caldwell's hips began to hump more. He was twisting his head as if he was trying to wriggle up into Carla's ass. His hips jerked more and more sharply. He was obviously about to come.

Charlie pumped his cock slowly in and out of Ann's butt. He felt her whining against his smothering hand. She was writhing with pleasure as he violated her bung with his cruel prod. His own orgasm was drawing close. He was going to hose her bowels with jizz. It was going to be an excruciatingly exquisite coming. From the sound and feel of Ann's whining, she was already climaxing. Pie felt her asshole twitch around his prick. He drew out and drove into her tight sitter again.

Ross Caldwell's hips were bouncing crazily on the couch. Carla was jerking him off briskly. He still had his face between her firm asscheeks. He began to spurt. As his jizz burst upward from his cock, Carla caught his watery eruption in her hand. Some of it spattered down to stain his pants. Her hand shining wet with his spurtings, she continued to pump the skin up and down on his stubby tool. The last jettings were thicker, whiter, and more viscous and collected heavily at the tip of his rod before spilling down over Carla's fingers.

Charlie felt his orgasm burst through his guts and rammed deep into Ann's butt and unloaded. His cock throbbed heavily, pumped thick waves of fuck juice into her bowels. He pushed up hard against her buttcheeks. He felt her asshole twitching, trying to drive his cock out as he poured his load into her. As he wrung the last dribbles of cum and pleasure out of his orgasm, his prick began to wilt, and her crapping reflex started to drive his rod out. He extracted his cock from her bung very slowly and carefully, savoring every inch of pleasure from her tight asshole. He took his hand from Ann's mouth.

She let out a sigh that came clear from the depths of her being.

"You bastard," she whispered.

"You loved it."

"Yeah," she admitted. "But you're still a bastard."

"Which would you rather have? A bastard like me, or a jerk like that?" Charlie asked, indicating the sweating, drained man on the couch. Carla had left the room, left him with his dick hanging out of his fly. She came back wearing a bathrobe, wiping sperm off her hands.