Duncan Fox: Spankin mommy

Suddenly realizing what was happening, Carla paled.

"We don't have much money since Dad died," Charlie noted.

"Maybe if we soak the pants in cold water, the stain will come out," Carla suggested. "But it should be done right away."

"Yeah, you're right," Eric agreed, beginning to empty his pockets.

"You, too, Charlie," Ellen said softly.

Charlie had a titanic hard-on already. He wondered if Ellen had upset his glass deliberately.

Carla's eyes fastened on Eric's crotch as he shed his pants. His underpants were tented out by his monster hard-on. He looked as if he were hung like a horse. Her mouth was dry as dust as she gingerly took his trousers.

Ellen touched Charlie's hard-on briefly as she took his pants from him. Her eyes met his. There was a hot glow in them that made his pulse race. His eyes swept over her well-rounded body, and again he wondered what he'd find under her demure outfit. The white made her look very pure and innocent.

"A spanking?" Eric asked Charlie softly when the women left the room.

"Definitely," Charlie agreed. It had been over a week since he had scorched his mother's butt, and she was fully recovered.

"But not too hard a one," Eric added. "No, just enough to stimulate them."

"Where?"

"Downstairs. We have a pool table that's just the right height."

"What does your mother have on under that long dress?"

"Probably nothing." Carla was wearing a long, softly flowing jersey dress. He remembered her once saying that it was too clingy to wear any underwear with.

The women returned, and Charlie's hard-on increased a bit. He should have felt foolish, standing there in his underpants and shirt, but somehow, he didn't. He decided he had to get things moving before his mother got too scared. He grabbed Ellen's wrist. "Come on," he said firmly. "I'm going to teach you to be more careful."

"Yes, Charlie," she agreed, trailing along behind him towards the basement stairs.

"Come on, Carla, let's make sure our kids don't get in any trouble. You still haven't said whether you'll pay for my trousers or not, you know."

"I – we – really can't afford it," Carla stammered.

"Well, then, we better make the same arrangement Charlie and Ellen have," Eric suggested.

"That's probably the best solution," Carla agreed.

Charlie flipped the switch, and the fluorescent fixtures flickered to life. The eight-foot table dominated the room. The cover still lay in a heap where Charlie had tossed it the day he had beaten Carla with his belt.

"Bend over the table," Charlie ordered Ellen.

Silently, the well-rounded teenager lay forward on the green felt. The tendons of her legs were stretched tight by the pose. Her butt was in the air. The material of her shorts was pulled tight over her ass.

Standing behind her, Charlie leaned forward and pried his hands under her belly and found the fastening of her shorts.

"Charlie!" Carla exclaimed anxiously.

"Quiet, Carla, it's all right," Eric told her firmly.

"But… Yes, Eric."

Charlie's hard cock nuzzled Ellen's buns as he fumbled with the waist of her shorts. His fingers dug into her soft, warm tummy. He got the button undone, then worked the zipper down. He found she was naked under her shorts and his hard-on throbbed heavily. He felt the warm tickle of her red muff as he worked the zipper all the way down.

Ellen was gripping the side pockets of the pool table.

The first blow from Eric's hand stung her ass, and Carla knew that her expression had changed instantly from fearful anticipation to glaring pleasure. Her eyes closed, she savored the stinging slaps raining down on her naked buns with metronomic consistency. The touch of warm lips against hers startled her. She responded without thinking. Her mouth and Ellen's mingled in a warm kiss.

Charlie's arm ached with exhaustion, his palm burned with pain. Ellen's ass was a glaring red from the meticulous spanking he had been giving her. But more agonizing than anything was the aching hunger in his cock. He let Ellen have it two more times, hard, then yanked his underpants down with frantic haste. His dick burned as it pulled out of his fly.

Moving in behind Ellen, he set his prick between her thighs. Finding, her wet, slick gash, he drilled his prick deep into her cunt, crammed her with his meat.

Then he saw the way Ellen was kissing his mother. His cock throbbed in its hot sheath. He leaned forward, pressed his hips against her cushiony butt and fastened his eyes on the lesbian encounter. Thawing his prick out, he powered it back into Ellen's pussy. He watched the lust flare on Ellen's face. She kept exploring Carla's mouth with her tongue. The women were no longer holding the table. They were gripping each other's forearms as they kissed.

Eric quickened his swatting of Carla's well rounded ass, then duplicated Charlie's act – ripped his overloaded underpants down and rammed his cock into Carla's streaming pussy. He drilled his prick into her hole and began humping. He gripped her trim waist. He, too, was watching the women's sucking, loving kiss.

Charlie was nearing an orgasm. Ellen's cunt walls blistered past the flanks of his dick as he drove it into her body. Cum was boiling in his groin. He powered into her again, and again, then began to spurt his load into her spasming cunt. Her body writhed as she climaxed with him. Her cunt clutched and squeezed his prick as he filled her with jizz. She conveyed her orgasm to Carla, mouth to mouth, and Carla began to come, began squirming crazily on top of the table. She ground her belly against the hard edge.

Eric drove his prick into Carla's twat with a squishy slapping sound. He practically cut her thighs off against the table as he spurted into her spasming cunt. His balls poured out an incredible torrent of fuck juice. Finally, the overflow streamed down over his knotted, pumping nuts, and fell to the hard basement floor.

Charlie's orgasm faded, and his prick began to shrink. He lay forward on top of Ellen and hugged her warmly. His prick retreated slowly from her cunt, then slid out of her spermy hole. He pulled back off her.

Eric Jameson pulled back from Carla at the same time. His limp, exhausted cock drooled a gleaming strand of cum as he backed away.

Then the two men surveyed their handiwork. The two women squirmed clear up onto the table, slid their bodies alongside each other, then rolled to their sides in a slithery, eel-like motion. Mouths nibbled down over boobs, suckled on tits, and then moved on. Down torsos, paused briefly at navels. Tongues probed oval depressions, then licked lower. Eric and Charlie sank down on the couch and watched, amazed.

Carla and Ellen licked each other's cunts, stroked their tongues through each others curling muffs. They tasted each other's cunt juice and the jizz that was spilling and oozing from their puffy gashes. Thighs opened wide in invitation, tongue and lips probed deeply, and faces burrowed into hot, steamy snatches.

Charlie's blood pounded through his body. He could see Ellen's eyes as she burrowed her mouth into Carla's dark muff. He could see Ellen's tongue drilling into the streaming slit so recently glutted with Eric's fuck cream.

Charlie reflected that it wasn't much different than Ellen sucking her father's cock, which he had seen her do. She was getting the jizz second hand, was all. She was undoubtedly getting Carla's cum, too. Carla was whimpering and whining into Ellen's red-haired pussy, probing into Ellen's juicy twat, dipping her tongue deep into a cunt that was flooded with Charlie's spunk. Then Carla suckled on Ellen's clit, brought the red-headed teenager off in a glittering, thrashing orgasm. Carla clutched at Ellen's buttcheeks, dug her fingers into the crack, probed the girl's asshole in an effort to increase the intensity of Ellen's climax.