Pamela Cooper: Suck fest family

A hot stream of cum hit the corners of both their mouths, splitting in half and hitting deep into the throats of both women at the same time. After the first explosion of the teen into their mouths, Marge felt Dave's cockhead burst with a thick, ropey flood of scalding cream. It boiled like acid against the bruised and cringing flesh of her pussy.

"Aaaaaarghhh!" the woman screamed as the double blast of hot jism filled her starving body.

"Jesus-fucking-Christ!" Randy bellowed as his jism sprayed and splashed into the moths and across the faces of his step-mother and her daughter.

"Umff, umff, ummff!" Dave grunted sloppily. He never slowed his attack on Debbie's panting pussy, even though the lower half of his body was arching and slamming against Marge while his slab of prickmeat sprayed her belly full of his steaming jism.

Marge could feel the massive blast of her orgasm dying away, but she kept pumping against Dave's cock. She wanted all of hisjuice, wanted to keep the tiny waves rippling through her guts as long as she possibly could.

She looked lovingly at her daughter's lust filled face, knowing from first-hand experience what the young girl was going through at the moment. She kissed softly at the girl's cheeks, licking the hot cum from the teenager's lips and chin. She smeared her own face across her daughter's until they were both slimed with spit and cream.

"Oh, oh, ohhhh, yessss, Mom," the girl whimpered softly. "Do me, Mom. Eat me. Eat your daughter!"

"Baby," Marge moaned softly, bracing herself with one hand and bending forward until her daughter's firm tits were close. Marge turned her head sideways and Debbie shifted her body to give her better access.

"Mmmm, yesss, Mom," the girl moaned as her swollen nipple popped into her mother's sucking, cum-smeared lips.

"Mmmmmmmmm," Marge groaned at the taste of her daughter's sweating, slimed titflesh.

Oh honey, she thought. I fed you at my breast when you were a baby. Now you can feed me.

With one savage thrust that drove his cock deep into his step-sister's mouth, Randy blew out the final load of his cream.

Dave's humpings beneath Marge had ceased, his cock only twitching occasionally with spasmodic muscle contractions that dribbledjism into her flooded cunt.

Marge pulled herself from Dave's cock and sat on Dave's stomach, spreading her legs wide just in front of her daughter.

"Here, baby," she crooned softly to the girl. "Here's some more nice cum for my honey-to drink."

Debbie's face dropped swiftly to work as Dave's cum poured from her mother's gaping pussy and spread across the man's belly. She lapped up what had already oozed out onto his skin, and then turned her attention to her mother's seeping cunt.

"Oh, Mom," the girl whimpered. "It's so good! I can taste your sweet pussy mixed in with all of Dave's delicious cream."

"That's right, honey," Marge groaned, feeling the teenager's talented tongue lapping deep into her cunt, dancing along her pussy lips and clit.

"Suck it up, baby. Lick all that hot cum out of mom's sweet pussy."

"Mmmmff, mmmmff, mmmmff," the girl grunted, licking and sucking at her beautiful mother's weeping cunt.

Marge felt a last rush of orgasm sweep through her insides as her daughter's tongue thrashed across her-clit.

"Yesssssssss!" she sighed, releasing a final flood of juice, which the girl lapped up like a hungry bitch. There was the sound of a door opening. Then, to Marge's horrified ears, came Bill'svoice breaking on the room.

"Well," he said with frightening calm. "Isn't this one hell of a scene?"

Then her husband turned on his heel and slammed the door behind him.

After all the pleasure and pain, after all the sensations that Marge had experienced through the afternoon, all she had left now were her tears.

They fell freely, running in streams across her cum-stained cheeks.

Marge could feel her world crumbling around her as she sat on the edge of the bed. The tears ran freely and her shoulders convulsed with sobs as Debbie put her arms around her mother's shoulders.

"Mom," she whispered gently, holding Marge's head and talking lovingly. "It's going to be all right. Everything will work out just fine. You'll see. Dad's just not right now, but before you know it he'll be back to his old selfagain and have forgotten all about it."

"I don't think so," Marge sobbed on her daughter's shoulder. "Did you see the look on his face?"

Randy and Dave looked sheepishly at each other and then at the two women who were holding each other,

Randy touched Marge gently, running his fingers through the damp strands of her beautiful hair. He could think of nothing to say so he let his comforting fingers speak for him.

"I think I'm just in the way here," Dave mumbled, climbing from the bed and looking for his clothes. "I guess I'd better just get the hell out."

"No you don't, mister!" Debbie snapped, jumping up from the bed to grab the teen by one arm and spin him back around to face her.

"What do you think this is, some kind of slip in and slip out situation?" Her young face was red with anger at the teen's insensitivity to her mother's feelings.

"Mom, you just stay here with these two. I'm gonna go have a little heart to heart with Bill. Considering what has happened before," she winked at her mother conspiratorially, "I don't see that he has very much right to complain about anything that we were doing in here this afternoon.

She glared at her step-brother and his friend. "Give me about a half hour before you come looking for us: In the meantime, thesetwo horny bucks are going to stay here and keep you company, for all they're worth. And they're going to give you all the comforting you need. Aren't you, guys?"

She turned and left the room without, waiting for an answer from either of the two.

Randy took his step-mother in his arms and held her close. Marge cuddled in close under his strong young arm, feeling the heat of his body. She appreciated the closeness of him.

"Don't worry, Mom," the teen soothed. "Debbie will talk to him and straighten everything out. She's real good at that sort of thing."

"I don't know, baby," Marge sighed, her lips close to the hardness of his young chest. "Your father was pretty mad and I'm not really sure that there's anything she can do to make him see reason. He's a very proud man."

Randy's free hand slid down and cupped one of her firm, full tits in his palm to massage it gently.

"You don't have to do that now, honey," she said, covering his hand with her own and looking up into his handsome face. "I don't think I really need that kind of comforting right now."

"Oh, I don't know about that," the teen smiled lovingly into his step-mother's faces "I figure it's a little like chicken soup." He smiled, bending down to plant a soft kiss on her full, red lips and slide his hot tongue acrosstheir surface. "It sure can't hurt."

The hand that had been resting on her shoulder slid forward to begin massaging her tit, teasing and twisting the nipple into full, rubbery hardness. His other hand slipped down her hard belly.

Marge felt the shivers run up her back as her step-son's gentle fingers nestled in the thick red forest of her cunt hairs. Her tongue stabbed deep into the teen's mouth, returning the passion of his kiss.

One of her arms encircled his neck, pulling his face even harder down against her own, and she could taste the sweet spittle from his dripping tongue. Her other hand found the stiffness of his cock, now fully re-awakened.

"Baby, you make me feel so good," she sighed, moving her head down until his fleshy cockknob was in reach of her long tongue. "You've made mom feel so wonderful this afternoon. Now, let me give you another treat."