Chapter 9
Mimi Barthelme was a woman who believed people ought to try to make their fantasies become reality. She'd had a fantasy about sucking her teenage son's cock, and she had turned that fantasy into reality. She'd had fantasies about Kevin ever since he'd first appeared in her class, lewd fantasies, kinky fantasies, and they all involved Kevin as a slave and herself as Cleopatra or a Russian empress or just a middle-aged woman having the time of her life with a hard-cocked nineteen-year-old stud. The only thing that counted was that she loved the feel of his face pressing against her ass. She loved the whole idea of it. She wondered if Kevin was having a good time, or whether he was doing it just to please her.
Kevin, in fact, was having the time of his life. He was now kissing and sucking the quivering soft skin along the crack of her ass. His tongue snaked out, twirled, and vibrated, wetting down the blonde curly hairs between her cunthole and ass-hole.
Raising her ass, Mrs." Barthelme moved her fat thighs further apart. Her warm rubbery flesh pressed against Kevin's face. She twisted a little, and his mouth suddenly skidded smack into her wet hairy cunt.
The warm womanly smell of her cunt filled his nose and stuffed his brain.
He felt enveloped in cunt-flesh, totally surrounded by it, covered by a warm wet blanket of juicy cunt-meat.
Hesitantly at first, and then with more confidence, he stuck out his tongue and touched the rim of her puckered muscular ass-hole.
Mrs. Barthelme quivered. She mewled. She groaned and shook her ass in Kevin's face. "Ooh, yesss!" she hissed. "Do that! Do that!"
She arched back a bit more and drew her splayed knees forward. The effect of this was that her ass opened like the halves of a melon.
The boy was in a daze, his mind befuddled by lust and lechery. He fastened his wet lips around Mrs. Barthelme's hot ass-hole. He flicked his tongue against it. He licked and lapped and washed it thoroughly. Her fat ass-cheeks vibrated against his face as she moaned and groaned with delight. Her ass muscles worked spastically, opening and closing the tight ring of her shithole like the mouth of goldfish. Kevin centered the tip of his tongue on the puckered hole and held it there a moment, feeling her little muscles convulse, unsure whether to force his tongue inside. That's what she seemed to want. Her ass-hole was loose, and the way she worked it she seemed to be trying to suck his tongue inside.
She succeeded. She opened her ass-hole wide, pushed back against his face, and grabbed his tongue in the elastic ring of her shithole.
"Oh, how lovely!" she cried.
Her body shook and her knees trembled as the boy wiggled his tongue, pressed his tongue deeper inside her slippery hot shit-chute.
Kevin's taste buds went wild. He inhaled the earthy aroma of her ass. This was Mrs. Barthelme, his history professor at Clinton Junior
College, and the idea that he actually had his tongue inside her ass-hole seemed too crazy to be real.
But real it was. A blast of cunt-smell from below reminded him there was more to Mrs. Barthelme than just an ass-hole. Her cunt was puffed out and open, a huge gaping pink hole now sending all kinds of signals. Sympathetic to her needs, Kevin moved a hand down to finger her dribbling cunt as he began stroking his tongue in and out of her ass-hole.
"Oh, you lovely boy!" she crooned.
Lovely, indeed! He was a horny woman's dream. She tried to visualize his cute boyish face pressed against the ample flesh of her ass. Thinking about it caused her to wiggle with sheer joy, and each time her ass wiggled the effect was to force Kevin's tongue deeper inside her shithole.
Mrs. Barthelme at last rose all the way up on her knees, pushing Kevin's face back as she did so, until finally she had her ass up in the air and her head down on the mattress like an Arab praying to Mecca.
"Do my pussy now," she gargled. "I like it best from behind."
Her husband had actually been the only man to suck her cunt that way, and that had been many years ago, thankless bastard that he was, but the moment Kevin had offered to lick her pussy she had thought of him going at it from behind. The chance to have both holes open under the boy's lips and tongue was simply too delicious to pass up.
Pulling his tongue out of her ass-hole, Kevin took the time to have a good look at her cunt.
Mrs. Barthelme was a gaper. Seen from behind when she was bending over like that, her cunt gaped open like a reddish pink mouth. Her inner cunt lips were thick and long, long enough to droop down past the hairy flanges of the outer lips of her pussy. She had a great deal of auburn cunt hair, much more than blondes usually have, and it grew quite boldly up the crack of her ass to her ass-hole.
The boy was overwhelmed. He had seen the cunts of teenage girls, the cunt of his own aunt, but never a cunt as lush and meaty as the cunt of Mrs. Barthelme. Her cunt looked fucked-out, splayed open, gaping and hungry. Her cunt looked like a deep endless hole waiting to swallow him up, to suffocate him, to drown him in its steaming hot interior. He could see an inch or two inside the hole itself, an inch or two of wet pink tunnel that seemed to cry for a cock. He'd already had his fingers in there. Now he pushed his mouth between her drooping cunt lips, snuggled his nose against us her winking ass-hole, and drilled his tongue as deep as he could into the hot tunnel of love that was Mrs. Barthelme's juice-drenched cunthole.
"Oh, you little fucker!" she cried. "Suck my pussy!"
They made a pair. The soft fleshy rounds of her meaty body complemented his lean muscular frame. Her tits hung down like huge ripe fruit, her giant nipples grazing the bed-sheet. The fleshy white expanse of her mountainous ass shook and shuddered, quivered and quaked. He had his face well into her ass and her ass-cheeks covered all of it up to his ears. They looked like some strange eight-legged animal, soft and fleshy on the front end, hard and muscular on the back end. They rocked back and forth, the woman groaning, the boy slurping, the air in the room thick with the smell of fucking.
"Oh, my God, I'm going to come!" Mrs. Barthelme cried. "Oh, yes! Oh, God, yes! So sweet! Ooooohhh! Ooooohhh!"
Hot cunt-juice gushed out of her cunthole each time the walls of her fuck-channel spasmed. Kevin slurped and slobbered, sucking up her cunt-juice as fast as he could get it into his mouth, pressing his mouth against her cunthole and nuzzling his nose into the ring of her ass-hole. He clutched her fat ass-cheeks with his hands, squeezing and pinching her flesh, rolling her mounds against his face as he sucked up whatever she had.
When she finally fell away from him, Mrs. Barthelme was done in. Her body heaving, her face flushed, she rolled up her eyes and mewled like a newborn calf.
"Oh, dear God, how marvelous that was! Let me suck your lovely prick! Oh, what a delicious-looking tool! Come in my mouth, honey! Shoot it when the time comes, don't hold back!"
Grunting his lust, his eyes delirious with need, the boy crawled over her face and rammed his cock into her mouth down to her tonsils. There was no way he could possibly hold back, no way to control the rattling in his balls. In a moment Mrs. Barthelme had what she wanted. Her hands splayed out on his ass like an eagle's claws, she squeezed his ass-cheeks as he shot his load of jism down her throat. Squeeze and swallow, squeeze and swallow, she sucked him dry and smacked her lips as he fell away in a heap.
They lay collapsed. Their bellies and chests heaved as they sought to regain their sanity. Idly toying with one of her huge nipples, Mrs. Barthelme realized it would not do to send the boy home without letting him fuck her, it would not do at all. That juice-filled hole down there between her legs needed the reaming of a strong young cock. Yes, she was juiced up again, she could feel it. The pleasure of sucking the jism out of his balls had almost carried her over the brink to another delicious climax. She sometimes had one when she sucked her son. She shivered again when she thought of Kevin's hard young cock in her mouth, his sweet young cock that she wanted now stuffing her cunthole. Young was the important word. There was an innocence about a young cock, a fresh baby-powder smell that made her clit quiver and her nipples tingle. Was it the neglect of her husband that made her so receptive to the charms of youth? She didn't much care. Having a boy like Kevin there on the bed with her was the closest she'd come to a chance for ecstasy in years and years.
Then, as she lay there flushed in the afterglow of her orgasm, as she lay there thinking about the lovely boy beside her, it occurred to her that she ought to take advantage of things and do something really far out with him. He seemed willing enough to do whatever she wanted. Hadn't she just had his tongue in her ass-hole, his cute pink tongue drilling her shit-tube? He belonged to her now. His cute smile, his lean body, his lovely cock, every inch of him belonged to her. She had a new toy.
"Do you have a girl friend?" she asked.
Kevin turned, opened his eyes with a doubtful expression as if remembering for the first time where he was. "Sure," he said.
"Only one?"
The question hung in the air, very ordinary and almost foolish. What boy his age would admit he had only one girl friend? He might have dismissed the question, he might have said he had one girl friend or four girl friends, but instead he said, "I've been screwing my aunt."
Mrs. Barthelme was not quite certain she had heard him correctly. Her fingers, which had been toying with her nipples, first one and then the other, now moved down to scratch the bush of auburn hair that covered her pussy.
"Your aunt?" she said with a lazy smile.
"Yeah," Kevin said. "I've been living with my Aunt Helen while I go to school here. We're sort of close."
Sort of close. The information was slowly penetrating into the deepest recesses of Mrs. Barthelme's brain.
"How old is she?" Mrs. Barthelme asked, her fingertip idly pulling back the hood of skin that covered her well-developed pugnacious clit.
"About your age," Kevin shrugged. "Maybe older. Yeah, I think she must be older, maybe about forty."
Mrs. Barthelme smiled. She was herself just past forty and, if the boy was honest, she was flattered. Never mind that. The revelation that Kevin was fucking his aunt was the most interesting thing she had heard in a long time, so interesting in fact that the idea of it was turning her on. She slowly moved her fingertip back and forth along the shaft of her clit, rhythmically pulling at the covering skin, gently frigging herself.
"Tell me about your aunt," Mrs. Barthelme said. "Is she pretty?"
The boy began talking about his affair with his aunt. The more he talked the more Mrs. Barthelme became excited at the images forming in her mind, images of Kevin and his aunt fucking and sucking and doing all kinds of juicy, kinky things completely forbidden by society. Incest. The word had always fascinated her. Was that the reason she had seduced her son? Not really. If anyone had done any seducing, it certainly had been Ronald. She'd been available, that's all, hot and ripe and ready to be had by anyone with a cock, and Ronald had been the first one to take advantage of it. So far she'd never done more than suck his cock, but she knew that sooner or later there would be more than that, more than just a quick blowjob to get his rocks off. The prospect of fucking her son loomed like a heavy gray cloud over the days of her life, frightening and yet at the same time so lusciously exciting it made her tremble.
Mrs. Barthelme was jerking off now, frigging her cunt with a precise rhythm, a faint smile turning up the corners of her lips and her eyes fixed on Kevin's limp young cock.
"Let's do it together," she said.
"Huh?" Kevin watched her play with her pussy, uncertain at first about what she wanted, then grinning as he understood. Lifting his cock in his fingers, he began jerking off.
"Lovely," Mrs. Barthelme said in a husky voice. Watching a boy toss off his cock-meat had always excited her. The first time she saw her son do it she had an orgasm almost without touching her pussy. Ronald had been completely unaware she was watching him and those minutes had been among the most thrilling of her life.
The woman and the boy, the plump and the lean, continued their duet. They soon sat up to face each other, each with a hand working at cock or cunt, each with eyes glittering at the sight of the other. The ripe melons of Mrs. Barthelme's tits swayed and jiggled, her fat pink nipples vibrating with the movements of her wrist.
"Your cock is nice and hard now," she said.
"Yeah," Kevin replied. His prick was as stiff as iron and his balls drawn up tight. He thought Mrs. Barthelme was a little cock-crazy, but all it really did was make her a better fuck. Sooner or later he'd be fucking her, and he knew it would be good. At least that was one thing her son hadn't done yet. He liked the idea of getting inside her cunt before the other boy.
"I'd like to do something," Mrs. Barthelme said.
"Yeah? What?"-
"I'd like to stick my finger up your ass while you do that. Do you mind?"
"Naw, I don't mind," he croaked. He thought she was freaky, the way she just asked, but who wasn't freaky? "Go on, do it!"
Mrs. Barthelme switched hands. She used her left hand to massage her hot gushing cunt and moved her right hand under Kevin's bouncing balls. The urge to probe his shithole had suddenly come over her, and since this was a day of yielding to urges, she had decided to do just that. With a satisfied smile on her face, she found his ass-hole and pushed a finger deep inside.
The boy grunted and instinctively clamped down.
"Don't come," Mrs. Barthelme said. "I want you to fuck me. You want to, don't you?"
"Shit, yeah!"
"But this is nice, too, isn't it? Do you like my finger in there?"
"Yeah," Kevin replied. "But I'd rather fuck."
"I know your aunt," Mrs. Barthelme said. "She's an attorney, isn't she?"
Kevin nodded. He was almost at the point of coming and he wanted very much to fuck her now. He stopped stroking his cock and pulled away. He blushed when Mrs. Barthelme's finger popped out of his ass-hole streaked with shit.
"You're a lovely boy!" she giggled, wiping her finger on the bedsheet. "Now fuck my brains out like you promised!" , CHAPTER TEN
If in the weeks that followed it was Mimi Barthelme who had her way with young Kevin, it was Kevin who had his way with his Aunt Helen. Helen became clay in his hands, completely malleable, meek and subservient, willing to do whatever he wished whenever he wished it. He ruled the house like some Oriental pasha. Once returned from the office where she practiced law, Helen's sole concern became the comfort and well-being and sexual pleasure of her nephew. She fucked on command, she sucked on command, she diddled his cock on command.
One rainy evening, too lazy to do anything but eat chocolate brownies and watch television, Kevin taunted her by revealing bits and pieces about his affair with Mrs. Barthelme.
"Mimi is a real hot fuck," Kevin said.
He sat on the sofa, Helen squatting between his legs and playing with his cock. They were both naked and both a little drunk on red wine. Helen was jealous of Mrs. Barthelme, but she reasoned she could not expect Kevin to avoid other women. Containing her jealousy, Helen leaned forward to massage Kevin's cock with her tongue. Suck his cock and he'll forget her, she thought. She put his cock in her mouth. She tensed the muscles of her lips to create a vise-like grip and moved her head up and down.
Kevin looked down at her and patted her head. "Mimi loves sucking cock," he said. "She even gives head to her son."
It took a moment for the meaning of the words to sink into Helen's brain. Then she pulled her mouth off Kevin's cock and looked up at him with amazement.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped. "Her own son?"
Kevin grinned. "Sure. I even saw her do it once. Super head!"
Grabbing Helen's neck, he forced her mouth to return to his cock. He kept pushing on her neck until the jabbing of his cockhead against the back of her throat caused her to gag. He let her up slowly, then forced her head down again.
"Keep your fucking mouth moving!" he ordered.
As she moved down again, he came.
When the hot jism entered her mouth, she thought she'd choke. He held her tightly, using her mouth as though it were a cunt, forcing her lips to continue moving up and down-on his spasming cockshaft. When he finally sighed and leaned back, she pulled her mouth off his cock and gulped in a lungful of air.
Kevin looked down at her and giggled. "You've got a white moustache, Aunt Helen. I guess I had a big load, huh?" Then he added: "Maybe you and me and Mimi and her son can have a little party. I think I'd like that. We can have a contest between you and Mimi to see who gives better head."
The incestuous quartet, aunt and nephew, mother and son, met one Sunday afternoon in May.
Mrs. Barthelme had long since told Kevin about her affair with her son. When Kevin had approached her with his idea of a party, she had readily agreed. The prospect of an unbridled orgy with two boys and another woman made her tremble with lust. She didn't much care that Helen Simpson knew about her relationship with her son. Helen had her own secrets to keep, and after they all had a romp together it would make no difference.
The party took place in Helen's house. Aunt and nephew, mother and son, had barbecued ribs and cold beer and a round of jokes and giggles. The youngest member of the group, Ronald Barthelme, passed in quick succession from nervousness to confidence to rampant lechery. Helen's pussy quivered with excitement when Ronald put his arm around his mother's shoulders and his hand squarely on his mother's heaving tit.
"Ronald never has any patience!" Mrs. Barthelme giggled.
Determined not to be outdone by the younger boy, Kevin soon had his hands squeezing and fondling Helen's luscious tits. The two women looked at each other and smiled. Although they hardly knew each other, there was a quiet understanding between them, an understanding of the lust each had for hard young cock.
The two boys worked on the clothes of the women until both Helen and Mimi were stripped to the waist. Giggling, their faces flushed, the two women faced each other, lifted their tits and pressed their nipples together. Mimi's pink nipples touched Helen's dark nipples. Ronald hadn't touched Helen yet, and now he came up behind her and slipped his hands around to heft her tits. She could feel his stiff cock pressing against the crack of her ass. Would the boy fuck his mother? Kevin had told Helen that Ronald hadn't yet screwed Mimi, and Helen wondered if it might happen today. How lovely it would be to watch the boy fuck his mother for the first time! As if reading Helen's mind, Mimi Barthelme smiled sweetly and exclaimed.
"Ronald has a birthday next week and I'm going to give him his present today. I'm going to let him fuck me!"
Dropping Helen's tits, Ronald grabbed his mother's heaving boobs. "Gosh, Mom, do you really mean that? Honest?"
"Honest," Mimi chuckled, her hand moving down to pinch and squeeze her son's hard cock through the material of his pants.
"Let's get on with it, right now! You certainly seem ready enough!"
Everyone in the group realized that history was about to be made-not the history of politicians and kings and presidents, but a special bit of history involving a mother and her son.
Helen was entranced with fascination and lust. It was hard to believe that this attractive well-groomed woman was actually going to allow her son to fuck her, and in the presence of two other people at that. Mimi Barthelme looked like a typically gracious, church-going, forty-year-old mother and here she was about to have her matronly pussy reamed out by her son's randy young cock!
Anxious to be as close as possible to the action, Helen helped get things started by unbuckling Ronald's belt, unzipping his fly, and pulling out his stiff pink cock. His plum-shaped spongy cockhead dripped sticky juice all over her hand.
"Anxious, aren't you, honey?" she laughed, cupping and squeezing his lovely balls in her palm.
There was some discussion about what position they should use. Helen was amazed when Ronald insisted he wanted to fuck his mother from behind. He seemed so young to have so much savvy!
Mimi, for some reason, wanted him in the missionary position, but she finally relented. "Only because it's your birthday present," she said.
Stripping off the rest of her clothes, the blonde woman knelt on the bed and presented her gorgeous plump ass to her son.
Helen could see the hairy lips of Mimi's meaty cunt pouting between the tops of her spread thighs. Mimi's tits hung down like two heavy melons to press against the bedsheet.
Ronald positioned himself behind his mother's ass and gazed down to feast his eyes on the luscious ripeness of her cunthole and ass-hole. Having his mother suck his cock had always been the most wonderful thing in the world, but he knew he was now in store for something even better.
Grabbing the boy's cock, Helen rubbed his cockhead between his mother's cunt lips and snuggled the knob into her gaping cunthole. With a shuddering lurch of his hips, Ronald shoved the entire length of his fuck-meat into his mother's fuck-hole.
"Oh, Christ, I'm doing it!" Ronald gasped.
Helen's heart pounded with excitement. She ran a hand over the hard contours of the boy's ass and then down between his ass-cheeks to finger his balls. It was thrilling to have a grip on his tender nuts as he fucked his cock in and out of his mother's juicy hole. She soon moved completely behind him, leaning against his body, her hand digging under his ass to fondle his balls.
"Fuck me!" Mimi groaned. "Fuck me, baby!"
Kevin crawled on the bed, positioned his crotch under Mimi's face, and pushed his long thick cock into her eager mouth.
Her son's cock in her cunt and Kevin's cock in her mouth, Mimi rocked back and forth between the two fuck-poles.
Still clutching Ronald's balls in her left hand, Helen moaned and began massaging her cunt with her right hand.
The wet sounds of sucking and fucking, the moans and groans, filled the room as the foursome galloped to a shattering simultaneous orgasm. The group climax was triggered off by Ronald's shout that he was coming.
"OH, FUCK, I'M GOING TO SHOOT! OH, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
A moment later Kevin blasted off in Mimi's mouth, his thick jism splattering out of the corners of her lips.
Mimi shuddered and bucked her ass like a wild mare as her orgasm hit her.
Her mind boggled by the sensation of actually fucking with three other people, Helen slopped three fingers into her juice-flooded cunt and thumbed her swollen clit to a frenzied climax.
They relaxed a while, dozing lazily on the bed. Kevin finally got up and brought in some more cold beer. When he noticed Helen playing with Ronald's cock, he grinned at her.
"Blow him," Kevin said. "Suck his dick."
Helen moved her head into the boy's lap and gazed at his half-hard cock. His fuck-meat glistened with his mother's cunt-juice, and although Helen was not too enthusiastic about sucking a prick coated with another woman's juice, she felt a need to have the boy's cock in her mouth. Wetting her lips, she engulfed Ronald's cockhead, sucking in his meat until she had her nose buried in his crotch hair.
Mimi turned her gaze on Kevin's big cock, which was now close to her face. Wrapping the fingers of one hand around the thick base of his cockshaft, she reached around and squeezed a cheek of his firm ass with her other hand.
"All the way?" Mimi asked, licking Kevin's glistening cockhead.-
"No," Kevin said, looking over at Ronald, who was now eagerly fucking Helen's mouth. "We've got all day. Let's take it easy awhile."
Closing her mouth over Kevin's cockhead, Mimi began sucking and slurping over it. Having her son watch her suck Kevin's cock gave her an extra thrill. Even with most of Kevin's throbbing cockshaft in her mouth, she was able to tilt her head enough to see her son's contorted face. Their eyes met, then Mimi winked and turned her attention back to Kevin.
The two women stopped their cocksucking when the boys were balanced on the brink of shooting. Rolling over on their backs, their hips touching, the women guided the hard cocks of the boys into their soft cunts.
Ronald was now fucking Helen, and Kevin was fucking Mimi.
His cock deep in Mimi's cunt, his weight supported by his hands and arms, Kevin slowly fucked the blonde woman. Beside Kevin, Ronald fucked Helen and sucked on one of her long nipples. Helen milked the boy's cock and pushed more of her ripe tit into his greedy mouth.
Legs wrapped around waists, hands clutching ass-cheeks, the two couples fucked vigorously until Kevin called a halt and suggested the two women get on their hands and knees.
"The fucking is better that way," he said. "It's easier for a guy to move."
"Yeah!" Ronald agreed.
"You just want a peek at our ass-holes!" Mimi giggled.
The two women arranged themselves on their hands and knees. Helen was pleased that Mimi agreed that getting it from behind was a lovely way to fuck.
Kevin snuggled in behind Mimi, and Ronald snuggled in behind Helen. The women reached their hands back to guide the boys' cocks. Slippery cockmeat slipped into slippery pussies, and Mimi and Helen both hunched back to take the stiff fuck-poles deep inside their hot cunt-channels.
Kevin reached around and under to grab Mimi's hanging tits. Ronald did the same to Helen's luscious boobs. The younger boy, having first fucked his mother and now fucking Kevin's aunt, was too excited to think straight and simply followed Kevin's lead.
"Stick your finger up her ass!" Kevin grinned. "She-likes having her ass-hole plugged!"
Ronald did as Kevin suggested, shoving a finger deep inside Helen's rubbery shit-hole, but he kept his eyes fixed on Kevin's cock pumping his mother's juicy cunt and above all on his mother's tight winking ass-hole.
Kevin chuckled when he noticed how interested Ronald was in his mother's ass-hole. The eyes of the two boys met with understanding.
"You want to try it?" Kevin grinned.
Ronald blushed and nodded. Moving in unison, they pulled their cocks out of the cunts they'd been fucking and changed places.
Ronald was now behind his mother's ass and Kevin behind his aunt's ass.
"Just do what I do," Kevin said, understanding that the boy had never ass-fucked before and needed instruction. Looking down at his aunt's ass, he rubbed his thumb between her cunt lips to gather up some cunt-juice, and then he moved his thumb up to her ass-hole to lubricate the dark elastic ring.
Ronald did the same to his mother, but Mimi had not considered the possibility of Ronald fucking her ass and she protested. She finally calmed down and relented when she learned that Helen was about to get it in the ass, too.
"Stick your thumb in her ass and loosen her up a little," Kevin said. "Don't mind if she squawks. Once they get used to it, they love it!"
His eyes riveted to his mother's ass, his chest heaving with emotion, Ronald slowly pushed his thumb into his mother's shithole.
Mimi groaned. Feeling her son fingering such a forbidden place as her ass-hole, she trembled and shut her eyes tight.
Kevin, in the meantime, had his thumb in Helen's ass-hole, rotating his finger with a rotary motion that stretched her muscular sphincter.
"Now the old fuck-meat!" Kevin hissed. "Right up the old alley!"
As though dancing in a duet, the two boys lifted their throbbing cocks, positioned their cockheads on the juice-coated ass-holes of mother and aunt, and slowly pushed their fuck-meat into the hungry shitholes of the moaning women.
The boys moved in unison, pistoning their cocks in and out of the hot rubbery ass-holes.
"OH, GOD, HE'S FUCKING MY ASS!" Mimi wailed. "MY OWN SON!"
When Mimi turned to look at Helen, Helen smiled and nodded in answer to the question in Mimi's eyes. "Yes!" Helen groaned. "Kevin has his cock in my ass! I love it!"
Moving their heads together, the two women kissed. Their tongues entwined as the boys cocks pumped in and out of their hot ass-holes. It was a scene of sheer lechery and total pleasure. It was a scene of forbidden fucking and wild incest. It was the scene interrupted a few moments later when Kevin's parents walked suddenly into the room.