Pamela Cooper - Suck fest family

Gobs of sticky jism gathered on the end of the teenager's tongue and Marge saw the girl swallow hungrily as the greasy cream began running down her throat.

"Oh, Dad," Debbie moaned and murmured between the slurping noises of her lips and tongue sliding up and down his cum filmed cock. "I just love to lick the cum off a man's cock when he's finished fucking me. It tastes so good."

It was then that the girl looked up and saw her mother standing in the doorway.

"Oh my God! Mom!" Debbie's voice broke.

Marge saw Bill look up, startled. Then she turned to run up the stairs to her bedroom. She slammed the door and locked it behind her. Too much, she thought to herself, this was just too much!

Not only was she paralyzed and hurt by watching what her own daughter and husband had been doing, but she had actually stood there and watched while they were doing it! She had stood there until they had finished. And all the time she had masturbated until she had reached her own gut-wrenching climax!

The whole experience seemed to be too overwhelming for her to handle.

Oh God, she wondered, what am I going todo now? How can I go on living in the same house with him? How can I ever let him touch me again?

At the same time, she realized that she still loved her big, beautiful Bill, that she still wanted him-in some ways, even more than before. There had been something about watching him plant his big prick in Debbie's young ass that had made her realize just how sexy he truly was to her.

A soft knock at the door finally drew her attention away from her mental self punishment.

"Marge?" she heard Bill call from the other side of the door. "I think that we'd better talk about this."

From the sound of his voice, she knew how upset he was. There was uncertainty in his tone. He needed to get everything out in the open. But she just couldn't stand the thought of facing him right then and there. She was too confused. She herself had no idea of what she wanted to say or do. It was more than she could work out on the spur of the moment.

"Not now, Bill," she heard herself answering. "I just need to be alone for awhile and think. I can't talk about anything at the moment. Just leave me alone."She didn't know whether he had gone away or not, and she wondered why she should even care.

Marge got up and removed her clothes, putting on the soft, satin robe that Bill had boughther just before they were married. She lay back on the bed, covering her eyes with her hands, and began to cry from the sheer frustration that the situation made her feel.

What am I going to do? she wondered. No matter where she looked, the image of her husband and daughter filled her mind's eye with a picture of lust.

"Oh God," she sighed softly, remembering the look of joy on the young girl's face, knowing exactly how Debbie must have felt.

Bill is such a handsome man, she thought. And Debbie has reached the age where she has started needing a man's attention. I can't really blame her for becoming infatuated with her stepfather.

At the same time, she knew that there was no way she could really blame Bill, either. Debbie did have a way about her. She was such a beautiful, young girl.

She remembered again how horny it had made her to watch Bill's rampant cock sliding in and out of her daughter's mouth and then moving around to push deep into the teenager's hot, wet asshole.

She remembered her own feelings of lust at watching the scene, and against her will Marge realized that she was massaging her tit through the satiny softness of her robe. The material rubbed sensuously against the nipples, makings them rise to push against her fingertipsthrough the restraint of the cloth.

Her other hand slid down the smooth surface of her belly. The hem of her robe fell open as her wandering fingers wound their way through the fiery red jungle of her cunt mound.

Already there was dampness there. Just the memory of what she had witnessed had been enough to cause the stream of her private hungers to flow.

The satin was damp to her touch where it brushed between her dripping thighs. She took a handful of the soft material and began gently touching her cunt lips with its rustling smoothness.

Bill's face came back into her tortured mind, the bristling hunger of his mouth as he had pounded his huge cock into the young girl's ass.

Marge's own ass itched with the memory of the scene. She knew the feel of that prick, knew its throbbing reality as it slid deep into her bowels, knew its twitching fierceness as it sprayed gob after scalding gob into a steaming asshole.

Faster and faster, she rubbed the slick satin robe through the dripping gash of her cunt. Harder and harder, the aching woman massaged and clawed at her own tits. The nipples rose with her attacks, pulled fully an inch away from the quivering mounds of her tits. First one and then the other stood out pounding beneath the pinching and twisting of herfingertips.

"Yes, baby, yesssss," she whispered softly, imagining the feel of his hot prick rammed into her asshole. "Oh, yes, yes, unh, unh, unh!" her voice rasped harshly.

The wall of fire began building in her guts, churning through her cunt and ass. It was merging with the racing streams of flame that tore at her abused tits, melting together to form one solid wall of inferno that filled her entire body.

Marge lay on the bed, her legs spread wide, her breath coming in tattered gasps. The woman's right hand rubbed furiously at her cunt as if she were actually trying to set the silken, red hairs on fire. Her left hand clawed at her tits, bruising and marking their firm, trembling surfaces with her savagery.

One instant she abused herself, pushing and driving her own fears and hungers, she tortured her own soft flesh. The next, she knew that she had gone too far and that there was no turning back from the overwhelming wave of lust.

It hit so hard that she nearly lost consciousness from the force of the blow. Marge's legs began to tremble with the convulsions and she knew that had she been standing she would have fallen instantly.

A flood of cum poured from the trembling gash of her cunt's swollen lips. Over and over, the waves of orgasms drowned her sanity. Over and over, she poured her body's juicesout through the quivering lips.

Marge's robe and hand were soaked with the outpouring of fuck-juice. The bed itself was drenched as the torrent of juice soaked through the bedspread and into the sheets and mattress beneath her opened legs.

For a moment, she lay quietly catching her breath and allowing her brain to swirl with the confused emotions that raced through it.

Then everything seemed to switch off. Numbness seeped into her head and her eyes grew heavy with the weight of fatigue and mental exhaustion.

Only a moment after her thrashing body had reached its final climax, the tortured woman fell into a deep sleep.

When Marge awoke the sun was low in the western sky. The clock beside her bed said 7:05, and she realized that she had been unconscious for nearly two hours.

Then the memory of what had happened returned to flood her brain with confusion. Her own husband and daughter, fucking in the living room! The weight of the entire world seemed to settle on her shoulders as she began to reach full wakefulness.

Maybe a shower will help, she thought, getting up from the bed and pulling off her cum stained robe. At last it'll help clear my head.

The water did help. It stung and cleansed as she alternated the flow from hot to cold and then back again.

But after toweling off and returning to the room to dress she realized that nothing at all had been solved. The memory of two members of her family fucking before her eyes returned over and over.

It's not going to help to keep torturing myself, she thought.