Chapter 3

Dave stood up.

Anne still sat on the edge of the chair.

Shannon stood, still huffing and puffing from her fabulous climax, her mouth open.

Dave unzipped his fly and produced his stiff, drooling cock.

"Oh, my God!" Anne gasped. "Put that thing away!"

Shannon gasped, too. "Oh, gawwwwd!"

Mr. Martin's cock stuck out a full nine, hard, dripping inches. Shannon stared with wonder at the man's big prick.

Anne stared too, but she was adamant. "Put that thing back in your pants, Mr. Martin!"

"I thought maybe Shannon might want to play with it."

"Absolutely not!" Anne snapped.

"Whewww! Look at how long it is—and stiff," Shannon mumbled.

"It won't hurt if she plays with it a little," Dave said.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind, Mom," Shannon chirped.

"Well, I mean, are you sure, Shannon?" Anne asked.

Shannon reached out and curled her little hand around the throbbing prick stalk.

Anne had the wallet on the arm of the chair. She took another hundred-dollar bill from it.

"Oh, yeah!" Mr. Martin sighed as Shannon squeezed on his cock.

"Oooh, it's drippin' stuff, Mom," Shannon said.

"I know, honey. I can see it."

Dave reached out and fondled Shannon's big, round tits that set so deliciously atop of the merry widow.

Shannon pushed down on his prick, then let go. The man's big hard-on snapped back up and spewed out a blob of thick pre-cum that hit the merry widow.

"Ooops!" Shannon squealed.

She reached down and got hold of his prick again.

Dave used one hand to unbuckle his slacks, then pushed them down with his shorts so his cock was fully exposed, his big hairy balls hanging.

Shannon had let go of his cock so he could make this move, but she grabbed the cock stalk again quickly.

"What should I do with it?" she whispered.

"Suck it," Mr. Martin said.

Anne leaped from the chair and stood up.

"No!" she huffed.

Shannon squeezed his juicy prick. She looked down, fascinated. This was the first time she had ever seen a cock, and the sight of Dave's magnificent hard-on intrigued her.

"Suck it?" Shannon whispered.

"No, you're not going to—this has all gone far enough!" Anne said angrily.

"You can have more money," Dave said.

"I don't care ... my sweet daughter's not going to suck on that big ugly thing."

"I wouldn't mind doin' it once, Mom," Shannon said.

"See? She wants to," Mr. Martin argued.

"Well, I don't care," Anne hissed.

Shannon's hand was moving lightly on the shaft of Mr. Martin's prick, exploring, examining.

"Let her," Dave urged.

"Yeah, Mom, it's okay. I wanna try it."

"Oh, good grief!" Anne huffed.

But Shannon had already dipped to one knee in front of Mr. Martin. She pulled down on his cock and placed her bright-red lips on the man's frothing cocktip.

"Oh, my God!" Anne whispered.

"Oh, yes!" Mr. Martin sighed.

"I'm gonna take some more money then," Anne said.

"Please do," Dave agreed.

Shannon's sweet little mouth closed over the head of Mr. Martin's prick.

"Yes, yes, Shannon! Ohhhh, yes!" Mr. Martin sighed.

Shannon sucked on his prick, her sweetheart lips sealed around the massive cock shaft, her cheeks dimpled and caved in with suction.

"I can't believe I'm letting my little girl do that," Anne whispered, looking down, watching her daughter gulp and slurp on Mr. Martin's huge fucker.

Shannon looked beautiful there on one knee, kneeling before the man's pounding prick, holding it with one hand down at the base of the prick stalk, while her mouth surrounded and sucked.

Her head bobbed in and out. Her blonde curls swirled on her shoulders.

"Oh, suck it, Shannon! Suck it!" Mr. Martin rasped.

"Well, that's what she's doing," Anne said.

Dave reached out and slid a hand under Anne's red dress, pushing it up along her nylons, into her crotch. Her panties were soaking wet. He rubbed an open hand on the woman's cunt.

"Oh, now, come on," Anne whispered—but she made no move to stop Dave from rubbing her pussy through her sopping panties.

Shannon continued slurping her sweet lips in and out on Dave's long prick. Her mouth was like a dream-machine.

"Sweet cock-sucker!" Dave panted.

His hand rubbed harder on Anne's pussy.

"Oh, stop all this!" Anne moaned.

Dave reached down with his right hand, placed it into Shannon's blonde curls, felt her head bobbing in and out, grabbed a handful and held on. With his left hand, he dipped into Anne's panties and fingered into her wet pussy.

Shannon glanced up and saw that Mr. Martin had his hand under her mother's dress. She sucked as good as she knew how, watching how his hand and arm moved in and out almost in time with the movements of her lips on his prick.

Shannon pulled slowly back off Dave's prick, then kissed and licked on the tip of it.

"He's up under your dress, Mom," she whispered.

"I know, darling!" Anne panted. "I'm gonna make him stop all this!"

Dave had a hot finger in Anne's pussy. It had been so long since the older woman had been this hot, had felt such arousal, and she trembled all over with the wanton thrill of the moment.

"It's okay," Shannon said. "You need it, Mom."

Then the girl's darling lips plastered the bulging head of Dave's cock again, slurping, licking, kissing.

"Shannon!" Mr. Martin gulped. "Oh, Shannon!"

Mr. Martin's prick billowed in Shannon's hand. She knew something was up. His prick stalk throbbed in her grip. The piss slit started foaming, then gushing creamy cum.

Anne looked down, saw Mr. Martin's cock spilling jism on Shannon's red lips.

"Oh, no!" she gasped.

"Mom!" Shannon exclaimed. "He's ... he's shootin' stuff on my mouth!"

"Oh, I know, honey! Stop! Stop! Don't suck him anymore!"

But Anne herself was now beginning to cum. Dave's finger tickled her clit and gave her a ticket to the good feelings.

Shannon pulled back off Dave's cock, and she started jerking on his cock stalk, pumping out a blasting load of cum. She ducked her head to one side to avoid the splattering cock cream that spewed forth.

"Ah, shit!" Mr. Martin gulped. "I'm cumming!"

So was Anne. She trembled into a fabulous orgasm.

"Shannon!" she cried. "Shannon!"

Shannon jerked wildly on Mr. Martin's cum spurting prick.

"What, Mom? What?"

"He's fingering me!" Anne whimpered.

"I know, Mom!" Shannon cried, jacking on the man's cock, still pumping out his gushing load of cum cream.

"I'm cumming, too," he said weakly.

His finger kept fucking in and out of Anne's lovesick pussy.

She needed to cum. She let the tingling delight simmer through her cunt, let it delight her.

Dave's hot load of bubbling, spitting jizz flew over Shannon's shoulder, hit her shoulder, splattered her pretty tits.

"Yuk!" Shannon whispered.

Anne stood and shuddered.

Mr. Martin's hand and arm under her red dress made the bright material bob and swirl. Cunt juice dribbled down her thighs onto her nylons.

Shannon's hand was soaked with cum. She slicked it in and out on Dave's slippery prick, pulling, pushing, sloshing and slurping. She glanced up at her mom, saw the ecstasy etched on her lovely face. Then she looked back down at the cum-squirting cock.

"Jeeeeez, wow!" the girl gulped.

"Ohhh, uffff!" Anne mumbled.

Mr. Martin stood tingling with joyous pleasure as the rippling climax he was experiencing took him to a new level of excitement and lewd delight.

His finger still fucked in and out of Anne's pussy, and it had been so long since a man had finger-fucked her that Anne came again, gasping with a loud suck of breath.

"Ahhuff!"

Then she shook again all over.

Shannon looked up again, saw that Anne was climaxing.

"Whewww, you guys," the girl whispered.

Her hand was busy on Mr. Martin's splendid prick.

A hunk of bubbling cum hit Shannon on her pretty red lips. She flicked out her tongue and swiped some cum into her mouth.

"Ah, oh, mmm, mmmm!" Anne mumbled.

It was a tidal wave of passion, a shower of ecstasy that filled the room.

Shannon was more excited than she could ever remember being, and by the looks on her mother's and Mr. Martin's faces, they were enjoying this thrilling interlude just as much as she was.