Duncan Fox: Spankin mommy

Ellen responded well, thrashed, and struggled to force her face deeper into Carla's black-haired twat. Ellen dug her fingers into Carla's ass, drilled a finger into Carla's bung. Both women's orgasms leaped another notch higher, then burned out quickly, and left the two naked women shuddering and panting on the green table top.

"Christ!" Charlie exclaimed.

"Did you tell your mother about Ellen and me?" Eric asked calmly.

"Yeah," Charlie answered.

"How did she take it?"

Charlie laughed. "How do you think a woman who has a mother-fucker for a son would take it?"

Eric stared at him. "You mean, you and Carla?" Charlie nodded. "You better believe it."

"You've got good taste."

"Yeah, she tastes good, too," Charlie joked.

"What are you two lechers talking about?" Ellen asked as she lay on the table, catching her breath. Her legs trailed off the end. Her pussy was thrust upward invitingly. Her twat bush was soaked and stringy with jizz and saliva.

"Incest," Eric answered.

"Vice is nice, but incest is best," Charlie quipped.

"You and your mom?" Ellen asked him.

"And why not?" Carla retorted, managing to struggle to a sitting position and look at Ellen. "You and your father have been doing it for two years now."

"You don't mind?" Ellen asked.

"Well," Carla observed wryly, "it keeps it all in the family." Then she frowned. "This table is damned uncomfortable. I've got bruises on my bruises."

"I'm thirsty," Ellen said, heaving herself up off the table. She swayed uncertainly for a moment when she stood up.

With Charlie supporting his mother, and Eric his daughter, they made their way upstairs. They left their clothes scattered all over the basement.

In the kitchen, the four of them stood around and concentrated on washing the dust from their mouths. Charlie slid an arm around Carla's shoulders and fondled one of her boobs absently, tweaked her stiffening nipple with his fingertips.

"Let's go to the bedroom," Carla suggested hesitantly. "Charlie, maybe you could get that envelope from your room?"

The four of them formed a warm, naked tangle on the king-sized bed and looked at the porno magazine. Hands began probing wet cunts and stroking rigid cocks.

"God, I love it up the ass," Ellen moaned at the sight of a woman with a massive dick up her butt.

"Me, too," Carla admitted. She was tensely silent for a moment. "Know what I've always wanted to try?"

"What?" Ellen asked. The two men were listening closely.

"I've wanted to take two men at once."

"It's great. I've done it. One in my pussy and one in my mouth. Then one in my ass and one in my mouth?"

"I want one in my ass and one in my cunt," Carla moaned as Charlie pushed a finger into her twat, and his thumb slowly into her bung. She was lying on her side, her legs spraddled wide so he could reach both her holes easily.

"I don't see why we shouldn't oblige the lady, do you?" Eric asked Charlie.

"I'll help," Ellen offered. "And then later, you can both fuck me, too."

"I'll get the lubricant," Charlie said, getting up from the bed. He was back in a moment. "Who gets which hole?" he asked.

"Wh-who has the smaller cock?" Carla asked practically.

There was a quick, laughing comparison, and it was determined that Eric's prick was skinnier, but longer. They decided he should get Carla's asshole.

Charlie coated Eric's dick with oil. His hands stroked the other man's tool lovingly. Eric's cock grew even harder and longer from the stimulation. Then, taking the jar of lubricant from Charlie, he greased up Charlie's cock. Charlie was astonished at how great another man's hands felt.

Then Charlie lay on his back. His mother straddled him. He rested his head on a pillow and watched as she aimed his greasy pole up into her cunt, and lowered herself on it. "Mother-fucker," she groaned as she took her son's prick. Then, his rod sunk full depth in her cunt, she lay forward on him.

Ellen took the petroleum jelly and lubricated Carla's ass. Putting a glob of the yellow goo on one finger, Ellen pushed it deep into Carla's asshole.

Charlie felt the penetration with his cock. His rod throbbed heavily. He wondered what it was going to feel like when Eric Jameson drove that long, hard prick of his into Carla's shit-chute.

Ellen pulled her finger out of Carla's asshole, and Eric moved in behind the black-haired woman. Looking down, he saw where Charlie's cock entered her inflamed pussy. He saw the oil on Carla's ass, the brown pucker of her bung. He aimed his cock at her dusky brownie, nestled it against the tight hole. Steadying his cock with his hand, he began to push into Carla's ass.

Ellen watched her father's cock enter Carla's bung, and wished desperately she was getting the fabulous double reaming. Carla's asshole stretched slowly, reluctantly admitted Eric's knob. The distance separating asshole and cunt slowly diminished as it was pinched between the two hard rods.

Carla thought she was going to die from pleasure as her butt was slowly penetrated. She began feeling more and more full of cock. She felt her shitter stretching as it was violated by Eric's prick.

She felt the strip of flesh separating her holes being slowly squeezed and rolled. She clutched at her son as her cunt was pinched tight around the hard cylinder of his cock.

Charlie's prick throbbed in its hot meat. He felt the slow progress of Eric's prick as a gradually shifting pressure against the underside of his own cock. He felt his mother's asshole slither into the groove beneath Eric's cockhead, felt the knob of Eric's prick piston slowly up into his mother's butt.

For a moment, Charlie thought he was going to come from the unbelievable stimulation. His cock jumped and convulsed, on the verge of climaxing.

Eric felt the twitching, knew what it was, and froze, his prick half into Carla's butt. He could see her asshole, stretched and pale. It embraced his rock-hard tool tightly. His cock throbbed and pulsed for a moment. Then, as the near orgasm faded, he drove deeper into Carla's bowels.

Charlie felt Eric drive the rest of the way into Carla's ass. Charlie's cock had never been more tightly or more exquisitely encased. Its full length was pinched by the brutal bulk of Eric's dong. Charlie knew that when he did come, the jizz was going to have to squeeze the length of his compressed prick, and that he was going to be ripped apart by the searing sensation. But, at the moment, he had the feeling it would be a long, long time before he came. His threshold had receded. He had the feeling he could pump his cock in his mother's tight twat for hours. Experimentally, he drew outward and then slid his prick back into her clutching sheath. It felt fabulous, but he wasn't going to orgasm, he wasn't going to come for a long, long time.

Carla was, though. She was coming with nobody moving in her at all. She felt as if her insides were made entirely of cock. She felt as if she were going to rip in half, right up the middle. She was bathed in searing waves of flames just from being crammed with hard cock. She wished she could have a prick in her mouth, too.

Then Charlie drew his dick out and slid it back in. Carla felt like she was being shredded by pleasure. She felt the sides of her ass and cunt sheaths being twisted and tugged. Her bung and her snatch both began spasming around the cocks glutting them.

Eric felt Charlie's motion as a shifting pressure, and waited until Charlie was back full depth in Carla's cunt. Then Eric drew his greasy prick out of Carla's butt, and drove it back in. He knew that he was not going to come for quite a while, tight and clinging and delectable as her asshole was. He was going to enjoy this for a long, long time.

Working like a skilled team, Charlie and Eric proceeded to drive Carla mad. Only one of them moved at a time. Charlie would haul his cock out and then drive it back in. Then Eric would do the same. Carla was going insane.