Pamela Cooper - Suck fest family

"Eat my tit, you mother-fucker!" Marge screamed, grabbing him by the hair and pushing the abandoned nipple back into his panting mouth. "Bite it, Goddammit! Make it hurt real good!"

The teen bit down like a starving man tearing into a thick streak. At the same instant as his teeth tore into her quivering tit-flesh, Marge felt the first greasy stream of his jism spray hot into her steaming cunt. It nearly blew the top of her head off with the sensation.

His double attack of pleasure and pain was all that her monster orgasm had been waiting for. In one instant, he ripped away all the moorings that she had on reality and turned the woman into a screaming fuck-machine.

Marge suddenly seemed to leap at him from the table top. One of her clutching hands pulled at the teen's hair as she tried to crush the entirety of her huge tit into his face. Her other hand began clawing and pinching at his back and ass.

The fuck-maddened woman threw her legs high into the air over her head and locked her feet over the teen's shoulders and round his neck. From that angle his pounding cock pressed even deeper, slamming into the back of her pussy until Marge could have sworn that the head had pushed all the way into her tubes.

Over and over he pumped, never slowing his pace. Time after time, the hot jets of jism splashed against the woman's rippling cunt walls and set off even more orgasms that chased close upon the heels of the last. Finally, there was nothing left.

With one final hump, Randy shot the last few drops of his greasy cream into her cunt and raised his head, to look down, into the sweating face of his step-mother.

Marge lowered her legs and sighed, pulling the teen close against her bruised and reddened tits.

"Baby, you've made me feel so good," she sighed, stroking his hair and brushing gentlefingers across his scratched back. "Is there anything else that you'd like? Anything you want is fine by me. After that wonderful fucking, I'll give you anything at all."

Randy looked down into her eyes mischievously. "Anything?" he asked.

"Oh yes, baby," she moaned, kissing and licking at the teen's neck and chest. "Anything, anytime."

"Good," he smiled. The look on his face seemed to strike an odd note in Marge's head, but she didn't say anything. "I'll remember that for future reference. But first, I think I'll just fuck your sweet pussy one more time for good measure."

With that, he pulled her legs back up and hooked them around his waist. Marge suddenly noticed that his beautiful young cock was already hard again and had never slid completely out of her dripping pussy.

Before she had a chance to say anything, the teen was pumping the full length of his eight inch prick all the way into her guts again. Marge felt her cunt begin churning again with the old familiar feelings of lust.

The streams of cum from his last fucking of her pussy were still running freely out of her pussy. Marge realized that before the day was over, she was likely going to see a whole lot more of his sweet cockmeat.

Then she no longer cared how exhausted she was.

Marge awoke the next morning feeling as if she had been gang-fucked by a pack of Hell's Angels. Her cunt was nearly raw from Randy's hard pumping and her tits were both bruised and clawed from the mauling his rough hands and overly enthusiastic teeth had given them. And her lips and tongue were sore from the mouth-fucking that she had given her stepson.

Still in all, she couldn't help but smile at the memory of his firm young body and the wayhis hard cock kept coming back again and again for more. It made her hungry for him just thinking about all the times he had cum into her body.

"Christ," she mumbled to herself. "I need a shower. I feel like something the cat dragged in.

Hot water sprayed and tingled on her skin, caressing her bruised flesh and helping the swollen nubs of her nipples. After she finished, Marge went back into her bedroom, toweling her sensitive body.

"Good morning, Mom," Randy said, walking into her room without knocking. He plopped himself down onto the bed. "I just thought I'd take you up on that offer you made yesterday evening."

Marge looked at him in amazement. Then she realized that she was standing there totally nude without any response for the teen's boldness.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing, barging into my room like this without even knocking?" she fumed, wrapping the soaked towel around her luscious body and confronting the teen.

"Now, don't get so excited, Mom," Randy smiled, rising from the bed and approaching her. "Dad's gone off to work. He slept in the spare room last night. I don't know what you two fought about, but it must have been a doozie for him to pass up the chance to crawl into bed with a beautiful piece of ass likeyou."

Quickly, he closed the distance between them and snatched the towel away. Marge was left standing there shocked and amazed. She was totally naked before him.

"Well Christ, Randy," she stammered, unwillingly becoming aroused by his forcefulness. "I didn't say I wanted you to just drop in at any time at all. What if Debbie happened to come in here right now?"

"Don't be silly," the teen grinned down into her face from his greater height. "Deb's gone off to town again. She said she probably wouldn't be back until late this afternoon. Dad went out the door this morning with his lunch pail, so I guess he doesn't plan on coming back here to eat."

His fingers closed the distance and began brushing gently over her nipples. Much to Marge's chagrin, the rubbery flesh immediately leaped up to meet his touch, eager for more of the same treatment that he had given them the day before.

"That means, he continued, "that no one else in the family is here but you and me, Mommy dear."

He pulled her into his arms and crushed his lips against her mouth. Randy's tongue plowed deep into her lips, forcing open the woman's teeth and making her respond whether she wanted to or not.

With what seemed like no effort at all, the teenager picked Marge up and carried her tothe bed. He dropped her onto the spread and left her sitting there with her arms and legs splayed outward. She began to wonder if perhaps she had made a mistake being so free with the teen the day before.

First he removed his shirt, displaying her claw marks when he turned to drape it over a chair. Then, pulling off his sandals and jeans, he turned to face her again.

Her step-son's young cock rose high and proud, and Marge knew as she looked at it that her actions the day before had been correct. No matter what he might want of her, her body would obey. She had no more say in the matter. than if she had been his actual slave. The teen could have anything he liked, and she would beg for more.

"Now," Randy said, pulling several scarves from the pockets of his abandoned jeans, "we're going to have some real fun."

"What are you going to do?" Marge asked, her voice breaking with the fear that she began to feel rising in her. "What are the scarves for?"

"Don't worry, Mom," he said, grabbing her roughly and turning her over onto her stomach on the bed. "You'll see soon enough."Without another word, the teen turned her around so that her face was toward the door and began tying her ankles to the bedposts. Her thighs and ass cheeks were spread wide apart.

"Now wait just one damned minute!" Marge protested. She started to rise from her tied position, trying to reach the knots that held her ankles firmly.

"No," Randy sneered. "You wait a minute. You said anytime, anything, anywhere. I'm just going to take you up on your generous offer."

He quickly grabbed one of her wrists and secured it to the posts on the other end of the bed. Then he repeated the process with her other arm. Before she had time to realize exactly what was going on, Marge found herself completely helpless in the teen's hands.