Chapter 7
She did fight them. She certainly wasn't about to enter willingly into any obscenity that they had planned for her. Her resistance, however, was to no avail, doing very little more than allowing Bobby a good excuse to rip her clothes in the scuffle. In the end, Bobby astraddle her waist, his thick cock still poked from his open pants, and Jill sitting on her legs, Barbara looked as much in tatters as did her maid who was still sprawled lewdly on the bed. Jill, of course, was naked from the waist down, her asshole drooling Bobby's cum on Barbara's calves.
"You feel a little better after the scuffle?" Bobby asked. Somewhere during the course of the preceding battle, his shirt had been ripped to reveal a swath of hairy and muscular chest.
Barbara shuddered, breathing hard, trying to keep from focusing on either her son's muscled body or his lewdly displayed erection. It was hard to do so, her eyes seemingly drawn to both despite all of Barbara's mental commands to the contrary. Finally, as a means of removing temptation completely, she shut her eyes.
"You know that little tussle on the floor has got me hornier than hell," Bobby said. "I wonder why?"
"It's because our dear mother has obviously not let herself to go pot like some women her age," Jill said. "And, you've always been turned on by sexy women, no matter what their age, haven't you?"
"You're sick!" Barbara said, clenching her eyes even more tightly shut. "You are both sick!"
"Naw!" Bobby contradicted. "We've merely come to realize that you only go around in this world once, mom. So, why shouldn't we sample every bit of pleasure there is?"
"How could your father and I have produced two such monsters?" Barbara asked, her eyes popping open only long enough to once again register the thrust of Bobby's vein-straited erection. She immediately shut her eyes at the sight.
"You know, Jill and I have always wondered how you and the old man managed to produce two kids, too," Bobby said. "The old boy was never what you'd call a sexual dynamo, now, was he?"
"Let me up!" Barbara commanded. She struggled as best she could, which wasn't very much under the circumstances. The minor rocking she was able to achieve did little more than sensuously rub her son and daughter's asses against her.
"Oooooooo, but that does feel good!" Jill squealed, more of Bobby's cum leaking from her asshole to smear Barbara's legs. "Feels as if I'm riding a log."
"Speaking of logs," Bobby said, "I've got one growing here from my crotch which is dying to have someone ride on it."
"You're sick ... sick ... sick!" Barbara said, punctuating with a low groan of utter despair. She simply couldn't believe that she had allowed herself to be put in this impossible position. She should have been out of this room by now, fleeing down the hallway. And, she would have been, too, if she just hadn't stopped to stare at her son's cock pulling out of her daughter's rubbery asshole.
WHY HAD SHE STOPPED for Christ's sake?! She must have known it would mean her escape would be thwarted. Yet, she had stopped anyway, embarrassed at the remembrance of how the sight of her son's blood-engorged member pulling from her daughter's ovaled asshole had caused a leaking of oily lubricating juices from her own pussy. It disturbred her even more that her struggle with her two kids had left her cunt no less watery than it had been. In fact, it was possibly even wetter now than before the battle had begun. Even now, she could feel those sloshing juices in her cunt as they leaked between her hair-fringed pussy lips and drooled down between her asscrack.
"You are really one sexy lady," Bobby said, "just like your daughter here has pointed out." Actually, Bobby was surprised as anyone that things were turning out the way they were. He and Jill certainly hadn't come here expecting to get sexually turned on by their mother, had they? They had merely come, wanting a face-to-face confrontation over the possibility of getting a bit more of the old man's cash. They had felt positive that if they could talk personally with their mother, they could bring her to be reasonable. After all, Barbara had been left more money in the will than she could have possibly spent in any one lifetime.
Frankly, they had been a little surprised when Barbara hadn't moved for a family reunion after Willis had dropped dead. Barbara, after all, had never been as stuffy as the old man had been. Bobby and Jill had often thought, although Barbara had never come out and said as much, that Barbara was a bit sympathetic towards them, maybe even to the point where she thought Willis had gone a bit far in sending their children into exile. Bobby still felt, deep down inside of him, that Barbara was sympathetic. He could wonder, though, how this latest chain of events was going to affect Barbara's willingness to cooperate in the money matters.
Bobby could have pulled off now, could have pretended that everything that had come before was a little joke. But, things had merely progressed a bit beyond the point of passing for a joke. If Barbara wasn't willing at this point to be well disposed to her children, it was doubtful-after what had happened that she was going to be convinced by mere verbal persuasion.
"Listen, mom," Bobby said, "don't you think it's about time you came out of mourning for the old man and started having a bit of fun yourself?"
He suddenly took heart from the fact that Jill had uncovered the black lace panties, black lace brassiere, black net stockings, black garter belt, and spiked heels. Surely a woman with such a sexual arsenal of lace frillies in her bedroom couldn't possibly be the cold fish Barbara was now pretending. Which made Bobby recall just how Barbara had looked when he had turned to see her emerge from the bathroom. Just what was it he had seen registered in her black eyes? At the time it had happened, he had interpreted it as fear. But, now? Hadn't he seen desire registered enough times in a woman's eyes to recognize it when he saw it registered in his own mother's dilated pulils?
Yea, desire. His mother had stopped to take a look, instead of making a beeline for escape, because she had been turned on by what she had seen. She had been as excited as all get-out by the sight of her son's blood-engorged erection plowed up his sister's (her daughter's) rubbery asshole. Was that why she had her eyes closed now, because she didn't want him to read the flickers of desire he might see sparked within her ebony pupils?
"I think everything is going to be better than we could have anticipated, Jill," Bobby said, sure that he had been right. "I think mother here just might turn out to be a pleasant surprise to the both of us."
"Wouldn't that be nice," Jill said, although she wasn't as sure as her brother. She did know that things had certainly taken a different turn than she could have expected when she and Bobby had first decided to break into their mother's estate and try to persuade her to part with a bit more of their dead father's cold cash. But, then, Jill knew that she and Bobby had a way of letting their lives be controlled by those overpowering sexual drives inside of them. Whether they got out of Barbara what they had originally come for, or something more, Jill couldn't deny that she was getting charged by the course they had taken. There was something definitely exciting about the rock and roll of her mother's trapped legs beneath Jill's cum-drooling asshole.
"I think mom here is getting just as much pleasure out of all this as we are," Bobby said, remembering just how Barbara had looked the night she had come in with their father to find Bobby and Jill fucking on the bear-skin rug. There had been desire registered in her eyes that night, too, hadn't there? What's more, deep down, Bobby had always known that desire had been registered there. Didn't that have something to do with them all being here now? His subconscious had possibly planned it all, knowing that a family reunion was just what the doctor had ordered for all three of them.
"You're crazy!" Barbara squealed, trying once again to squirm out from beneath her children's pressing bodies. "You're both mad!"
She was convinced they were both crazy, both mad, especially Bobby. He had to be off balance to even insinuate Barbara was enjoying any of this. He was merely trying to rationalize his own lewd and perverted conduct, trying to erase his own guilt by making believe that Barbara had willingly allowed herself to be roped into this incestuously sinful menage on the floor.
"Let your mother up!" Georgette ordered from the bed, knowing she was in no position to order anything. She hadn't been able to modify her sprawl across the bed since Jill had sucked her cunt through a whole series of eruptions. Georgette's licked pussy was weeping natural dew like crazy. So much of it, as a matter-of-fact, that it was drooling down the crease of her ass to soak the bed covers with ooze.
"You keep your mouth shut on the matter," Bobby warned. "Or, I might have to come up there and plug your throat full of meaty erection."
Georgette told herself that the tremors that shot through her body had nothing whatsoever to do with any pleasure she might have imagined coming from Bobby's blood-stiffened meatiness plowing in to gag her mouth. While at any other time, the idea might have been an exciting suggestion, she refused to believe it could be pleasurable now. Now, she was tied to the bed, unable to have any say in whatever Bobby chose to do to her. Hell, he could even forcibly roll her over on her belly and stick his meaty hardness up her rubbery asshole, just like he had skewered his vein-latticed hardness up his sister's gumming rectum.
"Yea, don't you get all excited, Georgette," Jill added. "Because, I doubt if either my brother or I is through with you yet. We're just giving you a short spell for a breather."
"You won't get away with this," Georgette warned, wondering how anyone, herself included, would ever be able to stop them. The house servants were all off for the day, so there was no danger of help from that quarter. Granted, there were still two gardeners out wandering around the grounds somewhere, but the closest they ever came to the house was to trim the surrounding shrubbery. They never came inside. As for visitors, or even phone calls, Barbara's self-imposed isolation had done away with most of those. It all boiled down to the fact that, at least until morning, Bobby and his sister had full run of the place and of the women they were holding captive inside it.
"Have you noticed that mom hasn't been any too quick to tell us just why she's been out shopping for lacy undies?" Bobby asked, turning his head over his shoulder to address his sister. "What I think is that she must have intuitively sensed we were coming and decided to go out and buy the one costume she knew would get the two of us turned on to rape her."
"Let me up ... let me up ... let me up!" Barbara commanded, giving yet another ill-fated bid for freedom. She was as securely anchored into place beneath her son and daughter's weight as she had always been.
Bobby reached down to one of the large tears in his mother's blouse. Hooking the ragged edges with both hands, he ripped the material even further, completely revealing the white cotton brassiere that contained his mother's firm and milky white breasts.
"What are you doing?" Barbara asked, her eyes coming open to be filled once again with the sight of her son's rigid meatiness thrust up before his stomach. His scrotum, black with a furring of pubic hair, was dropped in a fleshy puddle on her stomach.
"Your breasts, mother, should either be bound with a black lace brassiere or not at all. This conventional white thing does absolutely nothing for them."
He scooped his cupping hands down inside her opened blouse and beneath her back. All too easily, he found the hooks of Barbara's brassiere and unfastened them. He succeeded despite the fact that Barbara was grinding down hard against the floor in an effort to squash his fingers and immobilize his hands.
Bobby, though, not only got the brassiere unhooked, he also peeled it off his mother as he pulled his hands from beneath her. Barbara's breasts spilled free, mushrooming seductively across her ribcage. Her roseate nipples were as large as half dollars, gone all imply with their exposure to the air.
"Lovely ... lovely ... lovely," Bobby complimented. He meant it, too. He hadn't seen two breasts so excitingly luscious, except those belonging to his sister. He reached out both hands, locking his palms into place over the tauting nipples. He revolved his hands in one direction, and then in the other, the resulting friction causing the nipples to bud even further.
"Don't do this!" Barbara pleaded, trying to tell herself that she was feeling no pleasure whatsoever. It seemed totally inconceivable that there could be any pleasure resulting from this incestuous assault on her person.
"Lovely mother breasts," Bobby said, massaging the alabaster orbs as if they were raw dough. "Just made for sucking. Just made for fucking."
Fucking? Barbara didn't know what he was talking about. How could breasts be used for fucking?
Bobby, as it turned out, was going to show her. His mother's breasts were simply too much of an enticement to pass up.
He released her left alabaster orb and grabbed hold of his cock. He pulled his stiffly erect meatiness downward, lying it out within the cleavage formed between the two breasts. The small, pouted mouth of his cock leaked a mess of pre-seminal juice into the jugular notch at the base of Barbara's swan-like throat. Using his left hand on Barbara's right breast, he moved the alabaster orb toward his cock so that it overlapped the length of his erection and held it in place. He took her left breast back in his right hand and pushed it sideways to a mating with the other. His thick member was suddenly locked into place, fucked into a tunnel of soft, warm breast flesh.
"Did dad use to fuck your lovely breasts, mother?" Bobby asked. He drew his cock through his mother's ballooned breasts, leaving a mess of leaked moisture behind. When he ran his cock back through the tunnel, the liquid he had leaked before acted as a smooth slideway. The pulpy head of his cock once again appeared at the end of the tunnel, thrust to the point where it was once again positioned over Barbara's jugular notch.
Barbara had an obscenely lewd view of her son's rubbery cockhead, thrust as that cockhead was, almost to her chin. The cockhead was as big as a fist, far larger than Willis' cockhead had ever been. But, then, Barbara had always known Bobby's whole cock was bigger than his father's member had ever thought of being.
"Ohhhhhh, pleeeeeasse, don't do this ... don't do this!" Barbara pleaded. She wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn't. As obscene as it all was, she remained fascinated by the sudden slide, once again, of Bobby's cock back and forth through the enfolding tunnel of her breasts.
"Sorry, mom, but it just feels too, too good to stop now," Bobby said. As his cock pumped, his scrotum drug along her stomach, scratching her tender skin with Bobby's black pubic hair. As his cum-ballooned balls moved, her hair-furred skin around them began contracting.
"Well, don't think you're going to have all the fun," Jill said. While her brother fucked their mother's breasts, Jill hoisted her mother's skirt, revealing the panties of the pantyhose that were all there was keeping Jill from her mother's cunt. And, Jill did want her mother's cunt! "Would you believe mom's pussy is leaking like sixty?" Jill said, the juice stains on the crotch of her mother's underwear being more than evident.
Jill buried her face between her mother's legs, taking first a sniff of the stained underwear and then a lick of it.
"Nooooo ... noooooo ... noooooo!" Barbara said, experiencing the lightning-like jolts that shot through her as a direct result of her daughter's face nuzzling her pubic vee. Even with the pantyhose offering a shield, Barbara was tremendously disturbed by the shudders of pleasure that were possessing her.
But, it was yes as far as Jill was concerned. Having a sample of her mother's pussy juices, Jill wasn't about to be content until she got more of them, and not just those she could strain through pantyhose. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of the pantyhose and gave a tug that, even though Barbara's cheeky buttocks were pressed tightly against the floor, pulled the material to a point that made Barbara's cunt available.
"Beautiful!" Jill breathed, bending to kiss her mother's pussy. Cunt juice immediately slicked her lips and chin. She licked, licked again, then went for a really hearty suck.
"Oh, Jesus, no ... please, no ... no ... no!" Barbara protested. She couldn't believe this horror was happening to her. And, why couldn't she take her eyes off the way her son's cock kept appearing and disappearing through the tunnel formed by her voluptuous breasts? Why wasn't the feel of her son's cock, gliding back and forth through her cleavage, and the feel of her daughter's mouth, feasting on her pulsing pussy, painful? There, after all, shouldn't have been ANY pleasure from this incestuous attack, shouldn't have been ANY enjoyment from this obscenity.
"SO ... WHY ... WAS ... THERE ... PLEASURE?! Yes, goddamn it, pleasure ... pleasure
... pleasure. Pleasure from the slip and the slide of Bobby's vein-striated cock. Pleasure from the continual lapping of her daughter's tongue and lips.
THERE SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN PLEASURE IN INCEST! THERE ... SHOULD ... NOT ... HAVE ... BEEN....
"Aaaaaagggheeeeiiiii!" Barbara mewled lowly, frightened of her impulse to orgasm. ORGASM, for Christ's sake! Orgasm on her daughter's tongue. Orgasm at the sight of her son's stiff cock fucking her milky white breasts. The very idea of orgasm at this time, under these circumstances, wasn't even to be considered. Barbara, therefore, fought the impulse with all the mental strength she could muster.
Jill wasn't discouraged by the fact that her mother's cunt wasn't immediately trembling in climax. She was confident that she and her brother would get it to orgasm soon enough. She just continued on with her eating and sucking, savoring the fuck-flavored tastes while smelling the heady female aromas emanating from her mother's pussy.
Jill's lips mouthed the open fullness of her mother's cunt, burrowing in among the wet cunt hair frosting the cunt lips. As she did so, she continued drinking whatever the pussy oozed to her nibbling lips. Through her half-closed lashes, she could see the wonderment of her mother's cunt. She sucked even more heartily on the haired flesh, locating the jumping pole that was blood-engorged clitoris. She centered her sucking on that bursting little sex bud, going down on it like she would have gone down on a big, male cock.
"Nooooooeeeeeeiiiiiii!" Barbara squealed, the spasming of her body forceful enough to bounce her on the floor despite the weight of her son and daughter sitting on her. "Please ... oh, God, please ... don't ... don't ... do this ... horrible ... JESUS, HORRIBLE ... thing ... to your ... mother ... Jesus, mother ... Mother ... MOTHER!"
Jill, however, only thrust her tongue more violently around the jiggling clitoris. She worked her whole face deeper into the pouted slit of her mother's pussy, her nose lost in the fleecy curls of pubic hair.
Barbara was still trying to keep from an orgasm, although it was becoming more and more difficult for her to do so. Still, the closer she came to exploding over her daughter's working tongue, the more she fought to impede the betrayal any such orgasm would surely signify.
SHE COULDN'T GIVE UP TO THOSE PLEASURES WHICH SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN THERE TO BEGIN WITH.
Mustering all the willpower she could, she managed to once again close her eyes and blot out the disturbingly incestuous sight of her son's blood-engorged cock fucking the cleavage of her breasts.
"My ... oh, my ... mother ... does that feel good," Bobby said, pumping the hole he had made for his turgid meatiness. His thick prick leaked so much preseminal juices, the tunnel was drenched with that moisture. The oozed liquid caught within the vacuum caused by Bobby's screwing cock and made loud, slurpy noises erupt into the room. Those sounds combined with the sounds of Jill's mouth sucking up a storm over Barbara's hair-fringed cunt, and with the uncontrollable grunts and groans of Barbara building for her blast-off. All the noises excited Bobby to fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... even faster. If his mother's breasts were such a great fuck, Bobby could really get turned on by visions of how it would be to bury his hard meatiness up his mother's mouth, her cunt, or-hell, yes-even her rubbery, gripping rectum.
"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... mom's creamy, white breasts," Bobby said, leaning forward to really hunch his cock once more through the alabaster orbs. By controlling the pressure on his mother's breasts, he could control the friction of his blood-glutted cock against the juice-slicked orbs. As his pleasure increased, he tended to push the breasts in tighter and tighter around his cock. The produced heat burned into the shaft of his cock and into the jiggling softness of his mother's breasts.
Jill, meanwhile, was really turning loose between her mother's legs, impressed no end that Barbara had held out so long despite Jill's concentration on the ultra-sensitive clitoris.
Barbara might have-if only barely-been holding off orgasm, but that couldn't be said for Bobby. Without his really having realized it had happened, he had reached his own moment of truth, long beyond the point where he could have held off blasting his creamy load from his nuts.
"Oh, mother; your son is about to spew his sloshing cum out of his blood-bloated cock!" Bobby announced loudly. He vibrated his mother's breasts against the length of his priming cock. He pushed his thick member all of the way through, so that his pulpy cockhead was poked out over the base of his mother's throat.
He felt the powers building inside of him.
"I'm cummmmmmming!" he grunted, knowing that his cum had already been released from his balls, even if the cream hadn't yet come blasting out from the pulsing mouth that punctuated the crown of his stiff meatiness. "I'm cummming ... cummmming ... you, sexy, mother ... mother ... mother-breast-fucking stud ... I'm going to ... OH, JESUS, OH ... I'M GOING TO ... CUM ... CUM ... JESUS, FUCKING ... CUM, OH, CUM, OH ... OHHHHHHHHHHHH ... SWEET ... SWEET ... JEEEEEEEESSSSUUUUSSSSS!"
Barbara really had no intentions of opening her eyes. However, a reflexive response to the first splattering of hot cum on her cheeks caused her eyelids to jerk open to expose to her the pulsing spasms of her son's cock shooting out soupy streamers of creamy white cum. The result of her son's explosions trailed Barbara's breasts, neck, and face with stickiness. She watched most of it land.
"Ohhhh, noooooo!" Barbara screamed, the sight of her son's powerful cock so strong an aphrodisiac that she was almost into orgasm right then and there. She would have gone over the edge, too, except that Jill chose that particular moment to pull her face away from Barbara's cunt, giving Barbara the opportunity to suppress the orgasm.
"I think this hair-fringed pussy needs a cock to set it to trembling," Jill said. "Do I hear any volunteers?"
"Yea, I'll volunteer my big prick," Bobby said, his voice decidedly breathless. He released his hold on his mother's breasts, revealing a cleavage soaked with cum and pre-seminal slick. Upon release, his cock, still hard despite its blast-off, came to attention in front of his body. Its whole blood-glutted shaft was glossy with sexual liquid. "But first, I want mom here to lick my cock clean. I want, after all, to give her tight pussy nothing but a load of the fresh stuff, right?"
"Right," Jill readily agreed.
"Right, mom?" Bobby asked, then laughed. He picked up a thick string of cum on the tip of his index finger and brought it to his mother's lips. "And, here's a preview, just in case you've forgotten how good cum can taste."
"I won't! I won't!" Barbara protested, trying to turn her head. But, Bobby merely proceeded to gloss her lips with his cooling sex cream, poking his finger in between her lips to smear her gums with the slightly salty elixir.
Automatically, Barbara's tongue licked to clean the obscenity away. When she swallowed, her spit carried with it the taste of her son's seed.
She was actually disappointed when the taste of it didn't make her physically ill. She had certainly expected that resulting sickness to be there. It was only natural, wasn't it, that a son's cum should be nauseating if forced on his mother's taste buds? SO, WHY WASN'T IT?
Bobby came scooting upward, sliding his cheeky buttocks over his mother's sex-glossed breasts. He felt her hardened nipples chafing his ass buns. He felt the stickiness of his own juices that had once been smeared on her breasts and was now smearing on his asscheeks.
Barbara saw what he was doing, his moving closer so that he could more conveniently feed his thick meatiness into her mouth. She had hoped that his scooting forward would have released her arms for battle, but she should have known she wouldn't be so lucky. Jill made sure that Barbara's arms were kept securely anchored at her mother's sides by quickly scooting up behind Bobby. Jill's ass settled down over the spit-drenched fleecy curls of her mother's cunt.
Bobby dropped his left hand down around the back of his mother's head, lifting Barbara's face into position. She tired to twist free, but his fingers were securely anchored within her black hair and wouldn't turn loose. With his right hand, he took hold of his cum-streaked meatiness and poked its pulpy head to his mother's lips. An oozing of stale cum exited his pouty cockmouth and trailed a string of slickness on Barbara's mouth.
"And, you just remember, mom, than if you bite this cock of mine, you are going to live to regret it."
Barbara shivered as the pulpy cockhead once again collided with her lips, actually penetrating to squash against the barrier offered by her firm white teeth. Bobby scooted even closer into his mother's face.
"Come on, mom, open up wide," Bobby coaxed.
"Noooooo!" Barbara bellowed, the taste of her son's cock on her lips, the smell of it heavy in her nostrils. Her voicing, though, had opened her mouth just enough so that Bobby could take full advantage. He socked his cock quickly into place.
Barbara wasn't quite sure what had happened, most likely surprised because the cock had entered so fast that she hadn't had time to choke on it. Suddenly, it was just there, buried deep in her throat and spreading its juices there. Her nose was buried in Bobby's black pubic hair. Her chin was cushioned by the young man's hair-covered scrotum.
"Remember, mom, not to bite," Bobby said. His cock firmly entrenched, he joined his right hand with the left behind Barbara's head, the both of them holding her face in place.
Barbara, in truth, might have been thinking many things, but never had she thought of teaching her son a lesson by biting off his prick. Not that she was cowed by his warnings. It was simply that her biting off her own son's cock would have been even more obscene than his incestuous fucking of her mouth and throat. Bobby needn't, therefore, have worried. She wouldn't bite his blood-engorged meatiness. She would simply, somehow, bear the humiliation of it pumping her face. She would even, somehow, bear the possibility of it eventually erupting its hot cum inside of her. She would do all of that. The one thing, though, that she promised herself she would not do was enjoy this incestuous oral raping. Nothing could make her enjoy. Nothing! She only wished there was some way she could make her perverted son understand that, because it was obvious that he now didn't.
"You really do like the taste and feel of your son's thick meatiness rammed down your throat, don't you, mom?" Bobby said. "It's been a long time since you've sucked cock, hasn't it? Since dad died?"
In truth, Barbara had very seldom sucked Willis' cock. Not that she hadn't wanted to on enough occasions. But, Willis had somehow always thought his wife going down on his cock was dirty, so he had never let Barbara go beyond a few experimental sucks, those usually when he was asleep.
"Or, maybe you've had a few men friends dropping by so you can swing on their large cocks, huh, mom?" Bobby suggested. "Is that why you've gone out and bought yourself a black lace brassiere, black lace panties, black lace garter belt, and spiked high heels? Do some of your men friends like you dressed up like that while you go bouncing your head over their blood-engorged cocks?"
The bastard was crazy if he thought she had been unfaithful to Willis before or after the man had died, and she told him so. Her words, though, coming out as they did around the plug of Bobby's swollen cock, were quite undecipherable. This was the first sex Barbara had had in a long time, and it was being forced on her against her will.
"Hey, sis, mom here has either had one hell of a lot of practice cocksucking, or she's a natural at it," Bobby said. "She's swallowed my meaty thickness right up to my cum-ballooned balls and hasn't gagged once. Hell, even you gagged on my foot of thick meatiness the first time, didn't you?"
It was probably the sudden realization that Bobby's cock was a good foot of blue-veined stiffness that finally did send Barbara into a fit of gagging. After all, it hardly was natural that she, with so little previous experience, could have swallowed so much hardness, so fast, without gagging on it, was it?
"A little late there with the gag routine, aren't we, mom?" Bobby asked, clucking his tongue as if Barbara wasn't putting anything over on him. Still, he pulled his cock partially out so his mother could get some badly needed air and quit choking.
Barbara looked down the spit-wet neck of her son's stiff prick, seeing Jill's hands gliding around Bobby's waist to play with his big balls.
His mother seemingly recovered from any gagging bout, Bobby fucked her face right back to the bottom of his thick meatiness. Her nose buried in the stiffness of his pubic hair. Her lips ovaled tightly around the roots of his hard cock. At the same time, Jill gave Bobby's balls a hearty squeeze.
"God, but there is nothing quite like fucking your mother's face while your sister plays with your bloated testicles!" Bobby announced loudly. Even he could be surprised at how quickly his guts were thrilling toward another ejaculation. Oh, he was always quick on recovery. But, this time, he had been exceptionally quick.
Once again, Bobby dropped Barbara's head until her lips had climbed almost to his spongy cockhead. Then, using his handhold, he corkscrewed her throat back over his blood-engorged member.
"Oh, but that is A-fucking good!" Bobby said, accompanying with a low groan. After which, he commenced to bounce Barbara's head up and down over his stiff erection. In her black hair, his fingers clutched spasmodically as his pleasure rose higher and higher. He gripped her scalp, bringing her head into even faster fucking motion.
Barbara shut her eyes, disturbed at the ease with which her throat was taking and then surrendering her son's stiff cock. Aside from her initial, gagging, there had been no more. And, Barbara was convinced that there should have been more. In fact, she was convinced that she should have been choking to death on this mouth-raping hunk of meatiness. So, why wasn't she? Why was the cock fucking her face as if throat and cock had been made for each other? Why wasn't there pain? Why wasn't there discomfort? It was just too obscene for this lewd incestuous raping of her mouth and throat to be as easy for her as swallowing a pill.
Bobby would have preferred remaining calm and cool while he worked his mother's head over his cock, but that suddenly became simply impossible. Faster than Bobby could have realized it possible, he was on the verge of another orgasm.
"Goddamn it, mom, I'm cummmming!" he bellowed in surprise. He followed with a series of low and guttural groans as his balls released load after load of viscous cum.
Barbara felt the hot splashes of cum on the back of her throat. She had been expecting, all along, to choke on them, even if she hadn't gagged to death on the cock delivering them. However, she didn't gag. She simply swallowed ... swallowed ... swallowed, taking away the salty liquids as quickly as she found her son feeding them to her.
"Fucking Jesus!" Bobby squealed as Jill's massaging fingers coaxed even more cum from his bloated testicles by squeezing his nuts. "Fucking ... fucking ... Jesus!"
He squirted his last, then left his cock inserted until he recovered from his surprise. Slowly, he dropped his mother's head back to the rug, his cock slipping free of her mouth. His blood-engorged thickness wasn't as hard as it had been, but it wasn't completely flaccid, either.
"My God, but that was good!" he exclaimed. "Wasn't it, mom?"
Barbara, her eyes closed tightly, vigorously shook her head no, simultaneously ashamed that her son's cum had acted as an aphrodisiac as it had flooded her during his exploding orgasm.