Duncan Fox: Spankin mommy

Then they began to alternate. As Charlie drew out, Eric drove in. Then, as Charlie drove in, Eric pulled out, until just the head of his cock was inside her. Carla felt like she was being rolled into a grease-spot of pleasure by two opposing pistons. She went limp as she was incinerated by the incredible experience.

Charlie and Eric lost the opposing rhythm, began fucking simultaneously. Carla was sure she was going to be ruptured. One minute she would be empty, and the next she would be bursting with towering male rods. It was rapidly becoming unbearable. But she didn't have the strength to tell them they had to stop. They were going to kill her, and she couldn't do anything about it! She would just have to wait until they exhausted themselves and pumped her full of jizz. Neither of them showed any sign of doing so, though.

It was going to be an exquisite, ecstatic execution.

Then Ellen Jameson unexpectedly came to Carla's rescue. Watching the unholy tangle of baffles had gotten the teenager incredibly turned on. She had been trying desperately to duplicate the situation with her fingers. She had drilled three fingers into her streaming cunt, squirmed two into her asshole. It was a pallid imitation of the real thing.

Finally, unable to take it any longer, Ellen hauled frantically and hungrily on her father, dragged him away from Carla's ass. Carla's bung closed slowly. It flared red as blood flooded her vessels. Freed of the brutal bulk up her ass, Carla struggled, and managed to heave herself free of Charlie's endlessly pumping cock, and fell on her back with a moan. Her body shuddering from the aftershock, she lay there, ignored.

Ignored, because Ellen had leaped onto Charlie and spiked her cunt on his glistening hard-on. Rocking forward, she reached back and spread her asscheeks in blatant invitation. His body knotted with passion, Eric drilled his prick into his daughter's tight bung.

Ellen's cry of pleasure penetrated to Carla's dazed brain, made the hair on the back of her neck rise. Turning her head, she saw Ellen getting the double-barreled fuck she had just escaped. Ellen's lush body was being rolled and twisted between two humping men. The girl was coming! The flush blossomed over her flesh as she spasmed around the two pumping pricks.

Charlie had been brutally jolted by Carla's unexpected escape, then pleasantly surprised by Ellen's sudden cuntal embrace. He had the feeling that if he didn't come soon, he was going to burst. When he felt Eric's cock driving into Ellen's asshole, Charlie knew he was going to come soon – and pump his overflowing load of fuck juice into Ellen's clenched cunt.

Eric had let himself be dragged out of Carla's asshole because his cock was becoming numbed by the incredible stimulation. Then suddenly, he was being presented with another ass, and he drove the full length of his tool into Ellen's butt without a second thought. His prick had regained its full sensitivity during the brief respite.

The two men fell into the alternating rhythm that stimulated them the most, and quickly jacked themselves to searing levels of pleasure. Ellen began orgasming madly, her two holes clenching around the living pistons in them.

The extra tightness, blended with the shifting, stroking pleasure from the other man's cock was the final straw for both of them. Charlie began to orgasm. His cock jumped and twitched crazily. The spunk burrowed agonizingly down his pinched prick and spurted into Ellen's clenching twat.

Eric felt Charlie's orgasm as an earthquake throbbing through Ellen's body. His own coming ripped through him like a geyser of steam. Sperm cannon balled from his dick, hosed Ellen's bowels. He pushed against her, trying to ram his cock right up through her ass and out her mouth.

There were two spurting pricks jumping and jetting inside her! Ellen felt as if gasoline had been poured on the raging flames of her orgasm. Her consciousness was reduced to ashes by the ecstasy that was incinerating her.

She roused slowly. Carla was leaning over her. She was being bathed with a warm, wet washrag. The shower in the bathroom was running.

"Where are…?" she asked.

"Showering."

"God, what an experience," Ellen sighed. Carla applied the soothing cloth to Ellen's pussy and bung at the same time. "Not one I'd like to repeat right away."

"But once in a while, it's fantastic, isn't it?" Ellen asked.

"Once in a while," Carla agreed.

"It'd be nice to have a mother," Ellen said softly. "I haven't had one for a long time."

"I think I'd like to have a husband. And Charlie needs a father. I doubt many fathers and sons have the kind of relationship Eric and Charlie do, though," she mused.

"What about you and me?" Ellen asked.

Carla leaned forward and kissed Ellen on the lips. "Why don't you call me Mom?"

"I'd like that, Mom!"

The shower shut off. Soon the two men joined them on the bed, and they all fell asleep in a naked, tangled, loving heap.