Chapter 10
In the subdued emerald tinted lighting of Kelly's Green Room, the white linen that covered the many intimate tables gleamed like so many stars in the firmament. The walls were draped in velvet of the same Irish green as the table linens, and the geometric pattern of the orange and white entrance carpeting gave way to an enormous green shamrock of the same plush material in the center of the large, but intimate, room. The tables themselves rested on cantilevered tiers suspended on silver chains on the free side around the several-sided area. Directly overhead, swung an enormous chandelier composed of unnumbered shimmering crystal prisms that reflected the misty lighting to infinity. As Judy breathed an inaudible sigh of anticipation, and Bob reached back fondly to touch his wallet in his hip pocket in fond remembrance, the house lights dimmed still further and a handsome, well-dressed young man appeared in the light of an overhead spot at center stage.
"That's Johnny Kelly," Judy announced abruptly over the rim of her Black Russian, "the show must be about to start."
"You know him?" Bob whispered, casting a surreptitious glance over his shoulder to see if anyone was listening.
"Oh, sure," said Judy. "I know everybody on the 'strip' ... Say, you're not losing your word, are you?"
"No," the red-faced young husband protested over his Harvey Wallbanger, "it's just that, well ... I didn't get that job in Mendocino, and this place is kind of out of our league as far as the price of "
"Bullshit," Judy dimpled affectionately. "I already told you Johnny'd pick up the whole ticket, didn't I? ... He's really tickled about Nancy being in the show."
"I know, Judy, but-"
"Shhh! The show's starting now!" After a few preliminary static pops over the P. A. system, and a hastily rendered, "Testing, testing ... two ... six ... nine," on the part of the young M. C., a startled hush came over the audience. Then, assured that he had their undivided attention, Johnny announced, "Ladies and Lechers, Kelly's Green Room is pleased to announce the first public appearance of a young lady who is destined to become one of the biggest names in the business. She has wit, charm, and a pair of knockers that'll knock your socks off. Would you please welcome, Nancy Brown-bush!"
"Brownbush?" Bob sputtered in the darkness. "What kind of name is that?"
"Cute, huh?" Judy piped proudly. "We thought it up when I was helping her with her routine; we thought it was more descriptive than Greenwell!"
As the small combo struck up a brassy rendition of a current bit, the spotlight dimmed, then came back up slowly to candle-brightness, centering on the figure on stage. A tiny tremor of anticipatory excitement coursed up Nancy's spine, as whistles and catcalls ripped through the expanse of the lounge until Johnny Kelly thought he'd have to call the police.
The young M.C. had never seen an audience react to one of the girls so quickly. And he was pretty sure why; this little mother breathed an innocent brand of sex appeal his somewhat jaded patrons found delightfully refreshing. The sheer joy of what she was doing onstage, after five years of being a near sexual recluse, communicated itself to her audience as clearly as the peal bells announce that it's Sunday morning.
She was wearing a simple clinging cocktail dress of midnight black, that stopped just below the knee, yet revealed more by suggestion than absolute nudity itself. The contrasting white swells of her breasts shimmered invitingly above the low-cut bodice and undercupping black lace half-bra, looking for all the world as if they might pop completely free at any given moment. The only other garment she wore was her shoes stack heeled black patent pumps. Almost instantly, every cock in the house and several clitoris' rose to rapid erection. The intimate little lounge went silent then, as the music reached a crescendo, and the erotically reawakened young mother began to unfasten the thin silver zipper that ran the length of her dress in back. With an invitingly lascivious wink at her audience, Nancy let the garment slip gracefully from her unblemished shoulders to puddle on the floor at her feet. Then, standing before the silently awestruck audience in a nearly imperceptible pair of black bikini panties and the beautifully shaping half-bra, she smiled lewdly and reached behind her back to unfasten the bra straps.
The panting crowd stirred restlessly then, as the tiny brassiere slipped away, revealing her succulent pink-nippled breasts in all their proud glory. She lifted them, jiggling, in offering to her watchers. "Kiss 'em!" someone yelled. "Kiss your titties!"
Fortified by a sudden crazy naughtiness that permeated her entire being, Nancy responded instantly to the lewd request, raising first one breast and then the other to her lips. Her pulse was pounding furiously in her excitement over exhibiting her most intimate parts with such dispassionate coolness before a bunch of people she knew intuitively were sizing her up like a cut of beef. She also knew, without a trace of guile, that she had more unmitigated class than all the other girls in the show put together. Look, you lovely horny people! her mind sang joyously. Wouldn't you just love to take me home with you!
Like a naked fashion model, the beautiful young mother displayed her birthday suit to the roomful of panting strangers. From one end of the tiny stage to the other she walked, the spotlight following, as she teetered precariously on the built-up shoes. The lithe, long muscles of her thighs tautened sinuously, the rich white flesh of her ass dimpling in promise with every step she took. The luxuriant dark wealth of her hair swung back and forth like a shimmering curtain in time to the softer melody. Then, she was back at center stage again, full front, the nut-brown wisps of her softly curling pubic hair glistening in the reflected glow of the stage lights.
She squatted. The audience went crazy, then, stock still. Nancy leaned back on her slender arms, her hair touching the floor as she bent her knees, raising her vaginal tract that was no longer hidden from view by the black panties, peeking pinkly below, in lewd offering to an imaginary lover somewhere in the audience....
Long after the lights had lowered again in anticipation of the evening's second performance, young Bob Greenwell stared at the stage where he'd just seen his mother strip with mixed emotions. His eyes seemed filled somehow as he leaned forward to light a cigarette from the glass-encased candle that decorated the center of the small table, and the bulge in his suit pants threatened to tear right through the light gabardine material.
"Wow, that was really some " Judy began as she turned away from the stage to study her young husband's reaction to his mother's performance. Then, sensing his confusion, she gently offered, "Bob, darling, you look like you could use another drink."
Bob inhaled deeply on his Lucky, then let smoke out in short erratic bursts. "Yeah, sure," he agreed, motioning to a passing waitress. "Bring us another round, please!"
"Well, what did you think of the show, Bob?" the young wife tried again after the drinks arrived. Bob took the top off his Wallbanger with a slight slurp, then sat the glass down gingerly and managed a small nervous smile. "I'm going back," he announced importantly.
"Back?" Judy queried incredulously. "You mean backstage?" Bob nodded in the affirmative, then reached forward to crush his cigarette out in the ashtray. "But you can't, Bob ... I mean, not now ... It'll ruin everything!" Bob glared at her impatiently as she hastily added, "You'll ... You'll find Johnny back there!"
"Johnny?"
"Johnny Kelly, the M.C.. He and your mom have, well ... you know."
"Now, I know I'm going back!"
Judy extended a restraining hand across the table, then retracted it immediately. "Alright, Bob," she sighed resignedly. "But, I'm going with you ... If you go back alone in your condition, you'll wind up getting yourself shot!"
Sixty-year-old George Kelly and his handsome nephew, Johnny, were already sitting nakedly at the opposite ends of the enormous couch that lined one wall of the elder Kelly's office when they heard the soft knock on the door. "Johnny?" a sweet female voice queried uncertainly. "Are you in there?
Cherry told me you wanted to see me, and-"
"Come in, Nancy," Johnny called out loudly, setting his drink aside. "Come in and meet your new boss!" Cautiously, Nancy recinched the hastily donned dressing gown that covered her breathtaking nudity, and reached for the door handle.
"Johnny's told me a lot about you," the elder Kelly announced gruffly as she entered the room and shut the door quietly behind her. "And, you did good in the show tonight ... real good!"
Nancy nearly fainted when she turned to face the two naked Kellys seated on the couch before her, sipping martinis as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Then, as her gaze flickered from one to the other of them, she realized that both were in a rampant, flaming state of erection!
"I ... Uh, thank you, Mr. Kelly," she blustered. "I-I'm glad you liked the act."
"Take off that fuckin' bathrobe," George Kelly barked suddenly, "I want to get a closer look at you!"
Nancy's wide grey eyes were locked solidly on George Kelly's evil-looking penis, then, as she hesitated but a single heartbeat before shrugging the garment from her shoulders. It was short and stubby like the man himself, but gnarled with age and the efforts of a thousand illicit sexual encounters ... and thick ... God, it was as thick as her ankle!
"Very nice," the lewd older man complimented, "your tits are real honeys!" He reached down to stroke himself then, the tomato-like head of his cock actually squirting out as he drew back the thinly clinging uncircumcised foreskin, then milked it to bring a thick pearl of jism to the surface. "Now," he added lewdly, "turn around and show us your ass!"
This time, Nancy hesitated a little longer.
She'd more or less expected that screwing Johnny would be a pre-condition to her continued employment, but his uncle, too? ... Still, the kids were in trouble and could use the money.
"That's real good, baby," George coughed. "Now, bend over and grab your ankles."
Naked now but for her high-heeled pumps, the luscious young mother again complied, exhibiting her shimmering naked backside and the quivering pink cleft of her sex to the lecherous club owner who was to become her lord-and-master for as long as it took to get Bob and Judy back on their feet again. She was more determined than ever to see the thing through now ... willing to see it through whatever its bizarre conclusion, in the knowledge that her "sacrifice" was for a worthwhile cause. Indeed, one of her biggest regrets in life was that she hadn't been able to help Bob very much financially while he was working his way through the University of Minnesota ... In fact, with the kind of money she'd be making now even with the baby coming he could go on to grad school, maybe even law school like he'd always wanted!
Suddenly, Nancy was aware of a pair of beefy, hairy hands roaming over her dimpled alabaster buttocks at will, parting the peach-spilt crevice of her sex, pinching and probing with lustful abandon. "Get back over to the couch," Johnny Kelly's uncle spat harshly. "I'm gonna fuck you dog-style while you suck the kid's prick!"
As they entered George Kelly's huge beam-ceilinged office, Bob Greenwell's eyes stung from the stale cigar smoke that hung in the air like a cloud. He did not immediately recognize his mother. How could he, at first, when all he saw was her naked back, the white ass high in the air and spread lewdly apart by the squat, hairy man who was fucking her dog fashion while her buttocks gyrated wildly under him?
Nancy's long brown hair had fallen loose and hung around her contorted face. Her cheeks regularly bloated and hollowed as she sucked hungrily on the angry red penis that was sticking up into her obscenely ovaled mouth. He stared disbelievingly, stunned into immobility at the incredible sight of his mother with a man's long hard cock between her beautiful wet lips. God, she wasn't fighting it! He could actually see for himself the hungry sucking motion of her cheeks while all the while her ass-cheeks churned in her lewd efforts to capture more of the older man's cock fucking furiously in her gaping, streaming cunt. Oh, Jesus, what had they done to his beautiful, innocent mother? Was it possible that she was enjoying this rape ... this obscene ravishing of her body?
It was quite obvious Nancy had lost control of herself and was now sucking the young nephew willingly while allowing the grey-haired uncle to fuck her dog style. "Look at that," Judy panted hotly beside him. "She's sucking and fucking like she can't get enough cock!"
Bob listened to the lewd wet sucking noises coming from Nancy's mouth as she labored over the man who was under her, and realized that his own little wife was becoming so aroused by the wanton display that she was now removing her own clothing. He alone was sane in all this madness, although his own loins were beginning, inevitably, to heat as he watched the subjugation of his beautiful mother by two total strangers.
His eyes rested on the taut moons of Nancy's buttocks, as they undulated high in the air in her humped-over position. Even as he saw it with his own tormented eyes, he could not believe this nightmarish orgy was actually taking place in front of him. Although he knew well how deep her self-enforced Puritan streak ran, she was not fighting this lewd, horrible rape. It must be rape ... Mom would never willingly let her body be used this way! But, even as young Bob Greenwell prayed that he was right, gurgling moans of pleasure rippled from Nancy's cock-filled mouth.
Great waves of sensation were whirling through Johnny Kelly, centering deep in his balls as he watched the beautiful contorted face of his uncle's newest employee laboring over his lust-hardened penis. His muscles tightened as she strained over his up-thrust cock like any common whore would have done. He arched his back and shoved his throbbing cock even further between her wet sucking lips, watching her take the added length voraciously. He swore and gasped as he felt the boiling pool of semen gather in his balls and come squirting out with measured pressure into the warm cavern of her mouth. She swallowed desperately to keep up with the teeming, sticky flood that spewed from the tip of his cock. As he watched, she kept swallowing until he had emptied the last drop of the white sperm up into her willing mouth.
Roughly, Johnny seized Nancy's hair and forced her head harder against his still convulsively pumping loins while she coughed and swallowed the final spurts of the slippery fluid. As she felt her boss' nephew's spent penis gradually deflating and going soft within her mouth, the hot young mother hungrily licking it for the last precious drops of the sticky fluid. As she released the near-limp organ and delicately licked her pink lips, Nancy was aware of the maddening assault that continued on her cunt and the sensations deep in her belly that cried out for release. In her dazed, impassioned condition, she did not know that her son and his wife had entered the office and was standing only inches away as she raised her lovely lust-distorted face from the young Kelly's satiated loins and gave her full attention to the sixty-year-old club owner fucking into her from behind. She was very near to her own orgasm now and she skewered her hips back onto the impaling cock with small pleading mewls of passion from deep in her heaving chest.
Bob was nearly driven out of his mind from the sight of this horrifying depravity taking place in front of him and the shocking obscenities that burst from his mother's contorted lips. He didn't know she knew such words, or could ever bring herself to utter them! Yet, simultaneously, his own cock was growing rapidly into aching stiffness that bulged the front of his constricting slacks. He took a step forward as Nancy's mouth opened again, this time to emit a muffled scream as she began to toss her head from side to side, flinging the long ash-brown strands of her hair about like whips. But before Bob could interfere to save his mother or separate her from the stranger whose hard thick cock was buried deep in her eagerly sucking cunt, he felt Judy's arms sliding around his waist as she suddenly kissed him and pressed her lithe body sinuously against his. He pushed her head away roughly so that he could go on watching what was being done to his mother, but he let his pregnant wife's arms remain entwined around his muscular young body.
"My mother ... That's my mother!" he choked out the words. "Ahhh," Judy thickly whispered, "never mind ... It'll be okay. Don't stop them now ... See, she's cumming!"
He realized that Nancy was indeed in the beginning of her orgasm, and he gaped as she screwed her buttocks salaciously back against the hard-fucking cock of the grey-haired stranger. She didn't even look like his mother now, all semblance to her sweet puritanical self gone forever. Velvety noises of rapture gurgled in Nancy's throat as she rolled her head in delighted ecstasy. There had never before been anything in her life to equal this pleasure ... when she jammed her cunt up tight against him she found that the intensity of her bliss was almost more than she could stand. Behind her, she knew that George Kelly was ready, too. She could hear his panting gasps as he forced her thighs still wider apart until she was taking all of him and yet her hungry cunt tried to clasp and hold even more of him inside her.
George knew he couldn't hold his climax back much longer, his cock felt ready to rip apart now ... once it started, he couldn't hold it, that was for certain! And then, he heard her begin anew to moan and whimper like some little animal and felt her strong thighs convulse and begin to jerk. "Oh, fuck ... now, now! It's happening ... I'm cummmiiinnnggg...!"
Nancy's mouth fell open and a long wail escaped from her lips as she thrust her pelvis back at him with incredible force, offering him the whole of her greedily sucking vaginal slit to plunder as he wished. As she screwed wildly backward onto his cock he felt the walls of her cunt grow sticky with the gush of her orgiastic fluid, flooding his shaft and balls with warm wetness. Her ecstatic spasms drove him on until he felt his own hot ready sperm streaming through the length of his prick to shoot deep into her quivering belly. His juices spurted out from the top of his cock and bathed the inner walls of her pussy with a rapturous, stimulating warmth. It poured out of him in a seemingly endless stream and as he emptied himself deep into her, she urged him on with more lewd cries of pleasure.
At last, the sated young mother let her body sag forward and rest on the lean hard form of Johnny Kelly, while behind her, the last jabs of his long orgasm completed, the lecherous uncle also slumped forward and withdrew his rapidly deflating penis from the still throbbing, cum-soaked folds of her brown-thatched cunt. Nancy sighed happily; she could feel the warm sticky semen pooling inside her, filling her as Johnny had filled her with the most utter complete joy she'd ever experienced. She felt George's aging, flabby body slipping away from her and when she had recovered enough to move, she too, slid away from Johnny and stretched out full length on the couch, still breathing heavily from her exertions.
Instantly, galvanized into action by what he had just witnessed, Bob Greenwell stepped forward, eyes gleaming as he surveyed his prostrate mother's limp form. "Fuck my hot little wife," he snarled, "if you think you can get it up again ... I'll take care of my mother!"
A murmur of surprise went through the Kellys, and George scrambled hastily to his feet. Where in hell had this punk come from?
"Bob!" Nancy screamed, cringing before his enraged face. Was this only some horrible nightmare, or could it really be her son? Oh God, he was real enough and he had seen everything ... seen her being fucked like some bitch dog while at the same time she'd had Johnny's cock in her mouth! He was straddling her outstretched legs with his own legs planted wide apart and the bulge in the front of his slacks showed that her son was himself aroused from watching the debauchery that had just taken place. His own cock was rock-hard and ready!
Indeed, as he looked down on his naked, frightened mother, Bob was swept by a sudden uncontrollable desire to ram his cock hard up into her exposed, defenseless cunt. His lust was rampant, threatening to overshadow his righteous indignation and all thoughts of possible retribution for her whorish acts. Just the thought of the way he had watched her handle the two men spurred his lust until her could contain himself no longer. She was his mother ... who the hell were these bastards to think they could pass her around between them? If anyone was going to fuck her tonight, it would be Bob Greenwell! Nancy suddenly burst into tears. "I couldn't help it, Bob ... Oh God!"
"Shut up!" he cut off her rising hysteria with his sharp retort. "I want you, just like I've always wanted you. Now, I come here and I find you sucking cocks and sticking your ass up in the air like a goddamn whore. What am I supposed to think? What's a guy supposed to think when he catches his mother doing that?"
"Darling, I can explain it ... I can explain everything, if you'll just listen to me!"
"Shut up, cunt," Bob snapped savagely, slapping her white round buttocks. "Get your ass up there for me, like I saw it a few minutes ago ... We'll talk about it later, after I get through fucking you just like ol' grampa there!"
"Oh, yes, Bob," Nancy choked hastily, scrambling up on all fours again in her anxiety to placate his wrath. As he dropped his pants, Bob smiled evilly ... she was going to get the shit fucked out of her, whether she knew it yet or not!
Nancy looked over her shoulder as her now-naked son bent down over her lewdly exposed buttocks and pussy. She was no longer afraid to see his penis. In fact, she stared at the long thick organ with growing fascination, as it jutted forward at the base of his flat stomach, above his heavy testicles. She would love the taste of it in her mouth, but apparently he did not want that now, for he was leaning over to inspect the still-dripping lips of her vaginal orifice, framed by the nut-brown curls of her pubic hair.
Bob placed his hands on the twin moons of her trembling buttocks and stretched them apart. His eyes rested hungrily on the little puckered ring of Nancy's anus, nestled in her anal crevice just behind the rosy cuntal slit. God, it was a tiny asshole ... didn't look as if it would even take his little finger! As he surveyed the inviting plane of her open crotch, his eyes kept returning to the minute hole ... Goddam it, yes!
Nancy waited for his entrance into her already stretched and lubricated pussy. She felt herself again growing hot with desire. She could take much more sex without tiring, now that she truly understood the intense pleasure to be gained from making love ... she liked to fuck. Shocking, perhaps, but it was true. She didn't even mind that Bob was only using her now to satisfy his rage, and not in a loving way. Even if he was going to be rough with her, she would welcome his mistreatment ... Oh, why didn't he hurry and enter her? She wanted cock, more cock ... filling her to bursting!
Smiling as he thought of the way he would punish his erring mother, Bob moistened his middle finger in the dripping passage of her vagina. As he thrust it up into her passage, Nancy prepared for the even greater girth of her son's hot cock, squirmed with disappointment. The way she felt right now, it would probably take his balled fist to satisfy her raging hunger. Then, she caught her breath in startled surprise as he withdrew his now-lubricated middle finger and abruptly pressed it into the tight little hole of her rectum, barely pausing to tease the tantalizing area before he began to stretch the unyielding entrance.
"Ooohhh!" she squealed, in shock and pain as he pressed forward and popped through the elastic ring that guarded the delicate little hole. "Oooh, stop, Bob! Please, no ... you can't!"
She was totally unprepared for his attempted perversion. God, she remembered that when she was a girl in school there had been whispers, rumors, of such things happening, but Nancy had never really believed them. It was impossible ... a woman couldn't take a man's penis back there ... she would be torn apart!
The pain from Bob's extended middle finger was bad enough. She tried to escape from the torture of the brutal, unnatural invasion, but moving around only made it worse. Now, he deliberately rubbed another finger through the moisture that seeped from her aroused cunt and then stretched the anal muscle to admit this second punishing width. His pretty victim moaned aloud.
"You're hurting me! I can't take it ... I'm too small ... You'll kill me if you try!"
The words changed to a long wailing cry as he sadistically flexed his fingers within the spongy depths of the virginal rectum and began to stretch her tiny rear entrance in preparation for his massive cock that he would soon insert up between his mother's nakedly cringing ass-cheeks.
Nancy clenched the muscles of her quaking moon-like buttocks as she felt a new, rubbery hardness pressing tightly against her unwilling back passage. There was a second of acute agony as her son's lust-swollen penis suddenly popped through the tiny ring and slipped up into her rectum. God help her, he had it inside her now, he would kill her with it ... she could never take it! She moaned and moaned again as the pain spread through her cowering loins.
But, Bob took no notice of her protests, he was far too intent on the maddening pleasure of feeling his cock gripped tightly by the warm constricting sheath. She was incredibly tight, but he'd get it all in there! He looked down with lust-glazed eyes at the sight of his own rigidly erect cock disappearing into his mother's tight little hole, sliding in farther and farther until at last his loins smacked up against her ass-cheeks and his balls dangled lewdly against her pussy. Seizing her hips firmly, he began to fuck her with short strokes that gradually lengthened and increased in speed. He thought he'd go out of his mind with the velvety clasping sensation of her rectum pulling obscenely on him as he pulled the other way.
Nancy gasped with the unbelievable pleasure-pain as she knelt helplessly under his vicious invasion. At first she had felt nothing but excruciating hurt as his massively throbbing cock burst through the spongy resistant flesh and buried itself deep in the warm tight depths of her rectum. As he continued his merciless impaling thrusts she could feel his balls slapping against the moist, open lips of her vagina below, and suddenly the young mother began to derive a strange, masochistic satisfaction from her brutal sodomization. She was now actively taking part in a depravity which she had hardly dared to believe existed. It was actually being done to her ... and by her own son!
Her moaning slackened with lust and as the pain steadily diminished in her anus she began to move her body rhythmically backward and forward in time with Bob's thrusts into her now-bucking ass-cheeks. The thought of this unnatural fucking which was being witnessed by the others sent licentious enjoyment pulsing through her lust-maddened body. She looked back under her body and again watched her breasts sway and jiggle just as they had done when George Kelly was mounting her from behind but this new attack seemed even more exciting ... more filling. She tried to visualize her son's raging penis as it slid ever deeper into the stretched mouth of her anus.
"Oh ... God ... it feels so ... good," she panted to her son. "Oh ... oh, fuck me ... fuck my ass, Bob darling, fuck my ass!"
The filthy words pouring from the lips of his beautiful dark-haired mother incited Bob beyond belief. He pummeled her incessantly with his rock-hard penis while Nancy begged for more and more of it. God, she was insatiable ... never had he fucked a woman who could take him this way! He had just seen her go through one orgasm, could she have another one so soon? His own was getting closer and closer ... he could not keep up such a furious pace much longer, that was for sure ... he'd have to let go and blast her with his hot load of cum ... Jesus, he was going to squirt everything he had right up into her rectum ... at any moment now.
Guttural, animalistic sounds burst from deep within Nancy's throat as her heaving, sweat soaked body jerked and convulsed in its rapid orgiastic rhythm as she screwed her buttocks back frantically on his hard driving cock, seeking to pull more and more of it up into her. Suddenly, the crazed young mother reached down between her legs and shoved a finger up into the patch of her brown pubic hair, and into her hotly streaming pussy. She gasped at the erotic sensation when she realized that through the thin wall separating her rectum and vagina she could actually feel Bob's cock going in and out of her. As the fire in her wildly buffeted loins increased she rammed another finger up into the gaping crevice of her seething vagina, and then another, cramming them into the sticky warmth. She tried desperately to spread her legs wider apart to receive more of her son's sodomizing cock and at the same time drive her fingers deeper up into her pussy ... And then, it happened again!
Bob felt his mother's buttocks begin to contract as he held them in his big hands. While her ass-cheeks milked him frantically, he watched the thick white liquid ooze from her quivering cunt and trickle downward to bathe his cock as it slid in and out of her tight little rectum. Trickles of it ran down the lovely columns of her thighs.
"I'm cummmiiinnnggg!" she wailed, for the second time that evening. "Ooooooh," Bob groaned in mounting ecstasy. "Hold on ... I'm cumming, too...!"
When it came, it was the swiftest, most complete emptying of his hot male seed he'd ever known. The pressure in his balls and cock was unbelievable as the white-hot liquid began to jet from him and spray high up in the spongy depths of her back passage. He filled her and the excess fluid ran down and dripped from her asshole, coating his cock with its pungent smelling slippery wetness. When his jerking penis had completed its last deposit of cum and, milked dry, began to go soft and flaccid, he at last withdrew from his mother's stretched anal opening with a small popping sound. Nancy pitched forward in exhaustion. Her backside glistened, pink flesh gleaming open between her exhausted legs as her satiated body relaxed at last.
What a woman! Bob thought proudly of his mother's performance as he stretched out exhaustedly beside her.
On the far side of the room, he could see Judy down on her hands and knees, giving head to the tomato-crested cock of George Kelly while he sprawled obscenely back in his wingbacked chair, his anxious young nephew masturbating himself slowly as he stood idly by awaiting his own turn. Yessir, Bob smiled smugly, things are going to be a little different from now on!
"About ten minutes," Judy smiled bravely. "Reckon we ought to call Mom?" Judy shook her head, no. "Let her work, Bob ... There's nothing she can do about this."
"Well, then, how's about grabbing your bag and heading for the hospital?"
"I think that'd be a good idea, Bob," she admitted, struggling to a sitting position on the edge of the couch.
It took only a few minutes to get Judy safely bundled in the car, and as Bob slid in behind the wheel he reached across to lovingly pat the bulge beneath her carcoat. "Well, baby," he announced, "this is it ... Let's hope the first one's a boy!"
"As soon as I go into labor, then you can call Nancy," Judy reflected as he started the engine. "She's done so much for us these past few months."
"Especially these past few weeks, since you've been out of action," Bob winked. "Yeah," Judy sighed as they stopped for a traffic light. "Well, this girl's going to be back in circulation before you know it," she said. "In fact, I'm thinking about trying my hand at Kelly's Green Room as soon as I get my shape back." The words had no sooner left her lips than her face screwed up in another terrible grimace.
"How far, now?" Bob asked, pressing down a little harder on the accelerator. "Eight minutes."
Four minutes later, Bob brought the car to a smooth halt in front of Oakland General. Judy looked over at him and forced a pretty pair of dimples. "I've been thinking, darling," she sighed, "with both Nancy and me working, you could just drop law school and become a man of leisure."
"Not on your life, baby," he beamed, springing around to open the door for her. "Suit yourself, silly," she said.