Chapter 12
The next night Rog lay in his room staring up at the refected lights on the ceiling. His mother had collapsed and a doctor had been called and had given her something to make her sleep. The doctor had made clucking sounds when Hester had told him about how Stacy had been raped by several boys at Stepping Stone House and had suggested that she see a psychiatrist at a later date. Stacy had slept through the rest of the night and all of the next day, and from what Rog had been able to learn from Hester she was still sleeping.
He still couldn't get over the scene that he and Hester had walked into the night before: One redheaded boy with his cock buried in the beautiful blondeness of Stacy's cunt. The other squatting on her face with his cock deep in her mouth. It was like some scene out of an orgy or an erotic nightmare that both horrified and, in a perverse way, excited.
To think that the totally aroused, totally unashamed creature who had lain there using her body as an altar for the lust of two boys was the cool, professional and mother he had always had an uncontrolled lust for but had fought against with every bit of his control-the thought was mind shattering.
"Jesus Christ, all the time I was rushing around with my cock aching for her she was letting that redheaded dike eat her cunt, and to think that for the last week she's been fucking and sucking every one of those shittie little hoods at that reform school. Damn, damn, damn it." He pounded the bed with his fists. "Everyone has had her glorious blonde cunt but me. Everyone but the guy who wants it the most. Jesus-I should have got myself sent to reform school. Maybe she'd have fucked me too-or let me sit on her face while she sucked my cock.
"And that damn Hester, sucking my cock but never letting me lay a hand on her in any other way. That one is crazier than Stacy. But I fooled her that one night Damn but that was good. That red gashed cunt of hers is delicious when she relaxes and-"
The door to his room was suddenly thrown open and Hester stood there outlined against the fight. She was wearing a sheer negligee and black bra and panties and her hair was down instead of up in a bun as usuaL Against the light he could see every line of her body. Her long slim race horse legs, her high small breasts, and her slim boyish hips were all outlined beneath the sheer material.
"Get up and come with me," Hester said. 'It's up to you and me to cure her."
"To cure her?" He had reached up and turned on the lamp beside his bed so now he could see her face. Her eyes were what impressed him first. They were absolutely wild and they shone with a light of such intensity that he thought for a moment that she might have taken some kind of .drug.
"You've been sitting around here while your mother was wallowing in the dirt. She's given her body, her lovely body to slimy young beasts. She can't help herself, but we can help her. We can cure her."
"I don't understand-I-"
"You don't have to understand," Hester said. "All you have to do is what I tell you to do."
Her urgency was so obvious that he climbed out of bed and without further questioning started to search for his pants.
"You won't need your clothes! Come as you are! Immediately!" Hester said.
"Okay-okay-I'm coming," he said as he pushed his feet into slippers and followed her in shorts and T-shirt to the door of Stacy's room.
"What's this all about? I don't understand what you want to do," Rog said.
"Sometimes when a patient has an illness with a fever, doctors raise the fever in order to break it. They make the illness more acute to bring on a crisis, to return the patient to normal," Hester said. 'That's what we're going to do. We're going to give Stacy an overdose of the drug she's been taking!"
"Oh for God's sake," Rog said and started to pull away, but Hester's fingers dug into his arm and her breath was hot in his face as she hissed the words at him. "Do what I tell you or I'll have to kill her! I can't stand her the way she is now. We've got to break the fever. We've got to do it!"
Rog had never heard of medical cases of the kind she described, but the look in her eyes and the intensity of her voice made him pretty sure that she would carry out her threat to kill Stacy if he didn't cooperate. So he let her lead him into Stacy's room without further protest.
Stacy was sitting up now with her back against the headboard staring off into space with a look Rog had never seen on her face-a look of longing and lust and something else. Was it shame? He couldn't be sure.
"We've come to help you, Stacy. We've come to-to take the place of what you had at the school. To take the place of the vile lust you wallowed in there."
Stacy looked at Hester with bewilderment in her eyes. "To take the place-you couldn't. You couldn't possibly. There was so much there. So much strong young cock. I could never have used it all up if I'd fucked for a thousand years, and if you hadn't stopped me I might have done just that."
"But we have something else beside numbers and size," Hester said, moving toward the bed. "We can give you Lesbian love and incestuous love. Two forbidden fruits, Stacy. Forbidden fruit is always sweeter than the other kind, Stacy."
"I don't-" Stacy sat up staring from one to the other of them with startled eyes.
"Rog wants you, Stacy. He's always wanted you," Hester said. "Just like I have always wanted you. But you have thrown me nothing but scraps, and he has had nothing from the feast of your body. But now you need us, my darling. You need us to cure the sickness you contracted at Stepping Stone House."
Rog felt as though he were in some wild dream-half nightmare and half erotic fantasy. He couldn't say anything. He could only stare at his mother as she sat with the lamplight making a halo of golden hair. Her creamy white shoulders gleamed temptingly where her nightgown had fallen down, displaying them and white tops of her breasts.
"But Hester, we shouldn't. We really shouldn't. A thing like this is unthinkable-absolutely unthinkable," Stacy said with an attempt at reason. "You and my own
"Was it unthinkable to have one little creep fucking your cunt while another fucked your mouth? Was it unthinkable to have two young studs put their cocks in your cunt at the same-oh I knew all about it. After the doctor left, you babbled, you babbled all about the fun you had been having. You made me sick! But you also made me see how sick you are and taught me what the cure is."
"The cure? What are you talking about. The cure." Stacy's eyes were vague and bewildered.
"Take your shorts down, Rog," Hester ordered. "Show your cock-loving mother half of the cure for her sickness."
"Roger don't, I-"
Stacy had half-raised up in bed and her nightgown had fallen open down the front, so that Rog found himself staring at the full round moons of her breasts.
"And this is my half of the cure," Hester said. She had opened the tie of her negligee and pulled her black panties down to display the plush red forested cunt that lay between her slim thighs-those same sweet slim thighs between which Rog had feasted so lavishly just a few nights before.
"I told you to lower your shorts, Rog," Hester said, and there was command in her voice. "Do it now!"
Roger hesitated for a moment and then simply drew his shorts down off his hips and let them drop to the floor. There was only one way this could end, he thought, and whatever regrets he might have afterwards, he was ready to go ahead with it now.
"No, not this too! Not this on top of everything else!" Stacy said, pushing the covers back and starting to get out of bed.
'This is the answer to the other. You've wallowed in male lust, so now you must pay. You have drunk of the iniquity of sexual congress with a dozen males, and now you must be cured with an overdose."
Hester is as crazy as a loon, Rog thought. But I guess that Stacy's not exactly right either and who's to say that I am? Maybe it's time to play the cards as they lay. I'll never get over this thing that I have for Stacy if I don't do something about it. That's a hell of a way to go through life, hung up on your mother. Hester will never get over the thing she has for Stacy unless she brings it all to a head, and maybe even Stacy will never get over the thing she has for young boys if she doesn't get it purged out of her system. Maybe Doctor Hester is right-prescription, strong medicine for all patients.
"You're not really going to do this. This is rape! I could go to the police about it," Stacy said to Hester as the redhead, with her body bared and her negligee trailing behind her, moved to the bed.
"Rape-hardly compares to what you were doing to those two little boys," Stacy said. "How would that look on a police blotter? How would that look in the newspapers? Stacy Norris, special activist, lawyer, do-gooder par excellence accused of raping two under-age boys."
"You wouldn't; you claim to love me. You wouldn't do this to me. Rog, you won't let her. You're my son. Don't you have any respect for me at all?"
"Stacy, we saw what we saw," Rog said, following Hester's lead in kneeling on the bed besides his mother.
"Rog will do what I tell him to do if he doesn't want to see his mother's reputation dragged through enough mud to fill up the Atlantic," Hester said as she took hold of Stacy's negligee and ripped it suddenly away, leaving the blonde naked to the waist. "And what I'm telling him to do is fuck you, Stacy. Fuck you like he's been wanting to do ever since he came back from the Middle
East. Fuck you like you've been asking him to do every time you displayed yourself in front of him."
"I didn't-I never meant-" Stacy was being pushed back down on the bed by the redhead's slim strong hands. "Pull her nightgown off her, Rog. Rip off those panties she's wearing under it. Make her display her body-expose it to our mouths, our hands and your cock and my cunt!"
"I don't know, Hester-this is kind of like rape." Rog hesitated once again.
"Do it, you fool! Don't you see she really wants you to do it! She wants you to do it just like she wanted those others to do it."
"Stacy, I've waited so long-so long. I've waited until I nearly went mad. I've never wanted anything-anyone like I want you," Rog said, pushing Stacy down on the bed and raining kisses on her shoulders, upper arms and neck. "I love you. Love you insanely."
"Don't talk so much, you idiot. Fuck her!" Hester had grabbed hold of Stacy's arm as she tried to push Rog away and was holding her down. "Rip off the rest of her nightgown, force her thighs apart and fuck her."
"Please Stacy, let me. What difference does it make to you? You've been with so many guys. What difference does one more make? It would mean so much to me. So much."
"No-Rog, please. Don't do this to me! Neither one of us would ever be able to forget it. Never be able to live with it."
"It will cure you, Stacy-cure you of the evil that's in you-the evil that made you give yourself to those beasts at Stepping Stone House," Hester said. One of her hands was on Stacy's breasts, her fingers caressing the red nipples into a peaked hardness. "Once you've been with
Rog and me, you'll forget all the rest of it You'll be like you were before."
"Hester, that's nonsense! I couldn't help what happened at the school. But this is impossible. This mustn't happen and-" Stacy's voice was silenced by Hester's mouth closing over hers.
Rog could no longer control himself. The sight of his mother's creamy white flesh-the out-thrust breasts like cherry peaked ice cream cones, the bare belly with its deep naval, the thighs exposed and slightly spread with only the remnants of the nightgown covering her hips and genitals-the sight was devastating. As Hester was kissing Stacy's mouth, Rog's hands and lips were running over other parts of her body. He kissed the tips of her breasts and their undersides. He ran his hands up inside her thighs, savoring the doeskin soft flesh.
Hester had fallen forward on Stacy and the redhead's small high breasts were pressing themselves into the warm firm flesh of the blonde. Hester's mouth was moving back and forth over Stacy's lips, her tongue probing deep into the unwilling but somehow responsive mouth.
Rog's hands had reached the frilly bottom of Stacy's nightgown and his fingers were gripping it as Hester had ordered him to do. He ripped it off and forced the delicious thighs apart, exposing the goal to which he had aspired since his return to the States to meet the beautiful young woman who was his mother.
The panties were next. With a sob of lust he ripped at them and they came away, exposing the beautiful lower belly, the full-fleshed, round mound of love covered by golden hair, and the temptingly plump labia.
"My God-oh my God." Rog husked the words while burying his head in Stacy's belly and kissing the sweet flesh letting his lips ream down the thighs and up again toward the tender mound of pleasure.
Tuck her, Roger, fuck her," Hester commanded. The woman's lips were moving from Stacy's mouth to the peeked nipples, while her hands were running over the blonde's upper body. Hester had shed her negligee completely and was now stretched out beside Stacy on the bed, her slim, long-limbed body pressed against the other woman's, with her fiery furred puss rubbing itself against the blonde's flank.
Rog could smell the excitement of both women now. The musk of their pussies was like madness in his nostrils. His cock was aching with the need to be buried in the delicious pink lipped slash between Stacy's thighs, but at the same time he found himself wanting Hester as well. The English girl might be a little crazy, but her race horse lean body had an allure when naked that he had never dreamed it had when he saw her dressed.
As he forced Stacy's not too reluctant thighs open and lowered himself to her, he also let one hand move to Hester's pert round bottom. She accepted this gesture without protest as she rubbed her fiery pussy against Stacy's hip.
Reg's cock pushed through the silken fur that covered his mother's partially open labia, and he heard her moan, but he wasn't sure whether it was a moan of lust or of despair, because her face was now buried in Hester's breasts and the redhead's small apples of love were rubbing back and forth across her mouth.
Rog grunted with' pleasure as he moved the big roundness of his cock back and forth across the tender sensitive entrance to his mother's vagina and felt it respond with eager little movements against his flesh. He pushed it between the tight yet resilient lips and heard Stacy's breath expelled explosively as he entered her.
"Fuck her, Roger! Fuck her hard! Make her forget those others. Make her think about nothing but us and the way we're going to use her body tonight," Hester said. Her voice was a rasp of excitement. He noticed the smear of wetness on his mother's white thighs as the Lesbian's steamy pussy rubbed against her flesh.
Rog had slipped his hands underneath Stacy and his fingers were digging into the firm flesh of the delicious half-moons of her buttocks as he lifted her up to meet his first thrust.
He drew back a little and plunged deep into the tight but tender channel of love between his mother's thighs. Stacy whimpered and her legs tightened around him. Her heels were at the base of his spine as she accepted him in her.
Rog moaned with the intensity of his passion as he felt her tightness close around his fevered shaft, felt the velvety wetness of her and the eager way in which the sensitive flesh responded to his invading maleness.
The thighs around him were like a perfumed silken vise. They held him as they had been made to hold and the deep wet slash was like a sheath that fitted his cock with almost skin-tight perfection. He sank to his balls in her and lay there for a few moments savoring the feeling, glorying in having finally found her perfect womanhood. But as he lay there content for a short period the tight pussy around him began to serve him in its own way. The vaginal muscles tightened, squeezing him deliciously, and as the round buttocks in his palms rolled the slippery inner flesh began to slide around on his super sensitive pole sending intent messages of lust racing to his brain and throughout his body.
"Stacy, Stacy-oh God,' Stacy!" he moaned as he buried his head in one breast, while Hester rubbed her own breasts back and forth over the other one. The intensity of his passion was only increased by feeling the other woman's breasts occasionally touching his shoulder and her thigh rubbing from time to time against his.
The way in which his mother s wet hot pussy was serving his cock made it impossible to just he there resting in her. His man flesh was in a marvelously attuned instrument of lust, and that instrument, whatever the feelings of its owner, was doing delicious things to the heavy pole of man meat that was buried deep in its perfumed depths. He had to respond. He had to start pulling out of the sweet wetness and lunging back in, his shaft like a crazy rocket. Time after time he pulled out while the loving flesh clung and squeezed, and then hurled himself back in past the deliciously pouted lips and hard clit and down the passageway. His nerve endings were sex sensors that caressed each of hers until their flesh screamed with joy.
Stacy's delicious bottom was rolling in the palms of his hands and her thighs were gliding back and forth along his flanks while her belly rubbed tantilizingly against his, and her cunt ground itself around and around his throbbing prick.
Hester was moving also. He could feel her slim thighs dragging along his upper arm, and her slim round bottom appeared in his line of vision as she moved astride Stacy and squatted with her pussy poised right over the other woman's face.
"Remember what you were doing when we found you, Stacy?" Hester asked, her voice husky with excitement. "You had one of those little beasts sitting on your face with his dirty little cock in your mouth. Now I'm going to give you something to wipe that taste of out your mouth forever. It won't be cock, but something better, something you'll never forget. Now that you have your son's cock in your cock-hungry pussy you need something in your mouth too. You've got to have something in your mouth to make it perfect, Stacy my love."
Stacy was staring at the thick mat of red hair at the base of Hester's belly, at the curlicues of silken fuzz that ran down the inside of the redhead's upper thighs, and at the thick lipped reddish brown slash that divided the mound of Venus.
"Do you think my cunt is as pretty as that little boy's cock, Stacy? Can you smell it? Can you feel how hot it is on your face? Is the steaming come dripping on your lips?"
Stacy didn't say anything, but her nostrils were flaring and her tongue flickered along her lower lip as she looked at the slim thighs spread wide around her head and the open labia of the other woman poised over her mouth.
"Wouldn't you rather have my cunt in your mouth than that dirty little boy's cock? Wouldn't you rather have sweetly perfumed woman flesh to lick and suck on than his man meat?" The words were half pleading and half demanding but still Stacy only stared.
"Well, I don't care whether you would or not because you're going to get it in your mouth. You're going to get it right in your mouth, sweet love, and you had better start serving it real quick or I'm going to jam it right down your throat."
With those words Hester pushed the hot wet gash of her womanhood against Stacy's partly open mouth and began to rub it back and forth across her lips.
Rog had half lifted Stacy's bottom off the mattress again and was holding her up to him so that he could drive more deeply into the wonderful recess between her thighs. Time after time he thrust downward and drew out slowly as his mother's educated vaginal muscles massaged his flesh all the way.
Now Hester had settled down on Stacy's face and he could hear the slurpings of his mother's tongue deep in the Lesbian's cunt. He also found Hester's pert bottom thrust right into his face. Looking at those neatly curved half-moons with a sprinkling of freckles across their creamy whiteness added to his excitement, and his eyes riveted on the deep crevice between them, with the hidden roseate that lay deep in its depths beckoning like forbidden fruit.
Wouldn't it add to everyone's pleasure in this three way coupling if while Stacy served Hester's cunt he added an extra little touch between her buttocks? The thought had no sooner come to him than he lifted his face a little from where it had come to rest on Stacy's breast to a position between those freckled mounds of pleasure which were Hester's buttocks. In that position it was easy for him to run his tongue around the bottom curve of those half-moons and up along their outer spheres.
Hester made a little movement as the youth's hot tongue moved over her flesh, but she didn't pull away because she was too totally absorbed in trying to drive her dripping pussy down Stacy's throat.
Stacy was very busy now. She was busy responding to the sledge hammer blows of her son's hard young cock and busy lathering, licking and sucking Hester's super heated pussy. Her mouth was filled with the rich perfumed juices of the redhead's cunt. Her nose was pressed into the flaming red hair, and the woman's hot thighs were pressing against her cheeks in insistent demand.
Stacy's thighs had slipped higher up around Rog now and her heels were locked at the base of his spine. Her tongue pushed its way deep into the delicious gully of Hester's womanhood lapping at the rich woman wine, savoring the smooth slippery inner flesh, trying to drive deeper and deeper into the tender recess.
Stacy's cunt was filled with the thick length of her son's cock and her mouth was filled with the delectable cunt of her best friend. In her time at Stepping Stone House, Stacy had known many erotic moments, but none like this. Her whole body was on fire with lust, lust that she had fought against but which now totally overwhelmed her. There was nothing she could do except to make her body an altar for the pleasure of these two who had so long lusted for her.
Hester had fallen completely forward now and in doing so had thrust her buttocks back until they were pressed tight against Rog's face. The redhead's breath was coming in long strangled sobs as Stacy's tongue moved from deep in her cunt to her clit and the slippery lips of her pussy.
Now Rog's tongue was moving down between those buttocks, savoring the snug valley there and finding the pink little rosebud in its center. It was tight, but his tongue was determined and it forced its way in with a suddenness that brought a little yelp from Hester, but produced no movement away from the invasion.
Roger's cock was as busy as his mouth, but his mother's cunt seemed completely insatiable. It sucked and squeezed at his man flesh in a continuous assault that required constant thrusts, stabbings and rubbings of the enflamed clit with his roots.
All three in the deliciously trolistic encounter were breathing in short little gasps now. Hester's head was rocking slowly from side to side as her whole body burned from the woman's tongue in her pussy and the youth's in her anus. No Lesbian encounter had ever been like this triple play with mother and son, and the redhead was glorying in it.
Roger was insane with lust now. To have his shaft buried to the roots in his beloved mothers cunt and at the same time to be served up the exotic repast of the other woman's anal passage was something beyond his wildest erotic dream. He fought to control himself, to hold back the massive orgasm that was building up in him until the two women were satisfied, but he knew that it would have to be soon.
Stacy was in a state of suspended animation: she was floating on a pink cloud of passion. The stabbing cock of her son was like a continuing fire deep in her cunt, stretching the tender flesh, massaging the sensitive nerve endings and rubbing her clit on every penetration. The enflamed clit of the redhead and the dripping lips of her cunt were the richest, sweetest fruit she had ever tasted. She drank from it as eagerly as she received the hard cock in her womanhood, and the pungent wine ran down her throat and out from her mouth over her chin.
Stacy's feet began to beat a tattoo on the base of Reg's spine and she arched her back upward and rolled her hips at the same time as an orgasm like an avalanche surged through her whole being. Hester screeched in total release as the two surging tongues in her seemed to come together in one pillar of fire and dissolve her last vestige of sanity, and she came in little spurts of pleasure that mounted to a torrent of lust. She collapsed, across Stacy's face to lay panting while mother and son licked in the last delicious residue of lust writhed with completion.
Roger's orgasm was like a hurricane. It was literally sucked out of him by his mother's spasming cunt. It was as though his cock had been caught in a velvet wringer-the grinding, sucking pussy drew a flood of jism out of him such as he had never believed himself capable of before. It left him limp, lying with his head between Hester's thighs and his body resting between his mother's relaxing legs.
But none of them was ready to stop yet. In a few minutes Hester was stirring and responding to tentative lickings from Stacy's talented tongue, lickings of her upper thighs and lower belly where the residue of her spicy vaginal juice had leaked during the flaming fury of their lovemaking.
Rog's cock had slipped from the tight portals of his mother's womanhood but it hadn't faded completely, and the sight and smell of that same womanhood now stirred fresh desire in him. He looked at the ruby red lips, puffy from lust and still wet with the residue of their coupling, and his mouth watered for it. The most fantastic of all fantasies for the past year had been to one day perform cunnilingus on Stacy. The exotic pleasure of licking his mother's cunt had been like a beacon to him for months. Now as she lay still pinned under her Lesbian lover, his chance seemed to be at hand.
With a quick little gurgle of delight he bent his head between her creamy thighs and his tongue found its way up the silken flesh of one thigh, across the plump mound, through the fine golden hair and to the pouty mouth of her womanhood. Stacy made a little movement, an opening of her cunt that indicated she welcomed the invasion, and his tongue darted to the still hard clit and licked at it before moving to lather the plump labia and surge into the crevice in eager penetration.
Stacy's body came alive as her son's tongue drove deep into the already wet pussy. She shivered with the pleasure of feeling it slither down along the slippery walls, play games with the inner lips and try to find its way to the very bottom of the deep well.
But Hester had other ideas. She couldn't leave them to the simple, if exotic, pleasure of son licking and sucking mother's cunt. The redhead had to add an extra fillip of her own to the game.
"No!" she yelled at Rog, pulling his head away from the gates of paradise by his long hair. "No, I want to cunt-fuck Stacy. I want my cunt burning against hers. That way I know I'll have her completely."
"But what about me? I want her cunt. I've got to eat her cunt or I'll go crazy."
"You can eat it. You can eat it and mine too," Hester said, and her slim body pressed down on Stacy's fuller fleshed one. "You can do it while I cunt-fuck her. We'll spread our thighs real wide and you can crawl up between mine and reach both our cunts from underneath-reach them while they're joined."
The very idea sent wild surges of pleasure through Rog's body. To be able to lick and suck at the cunt of two beautiful women at once, to do it while these two cunts were joined in Lesbian embrace, was something so far out that it rocked his sanity.
But it was possible. Stacy spread her thighs very wide as the Lesbian's hot pussy and hard clit sought her cunt, and Hester did the same as her enflamed vagina pushed against her beloved's blonde nest.
Lying as flat as he could between Hester's slim thighs and his mother's sweetly curved ones, Rick could look up toward where the autumn forest of Hester's taut-lipped puss was shoved against Stacy's wider, plumper lipped gash. It was a sight he would never forget, an incredible erotic experience just to look. But there was more exciting pleasure in store for him. He would not only look but eat these divine fruits.
Without hesitation, as the slim labia of the redhead began to grind against the pouty ones of the blonde and the Lesbian's extra large clit penetrated the other woman's cunt, Rog's lips went to work. They moved up in the inside of Hester's race horse slim thighs, moved to his mother's fuller fleshed ones and licked at the heady mixture of their combined juices. It was like a delicious cocktail-the musky, tangy, spicy wine of two cunts, wine that was already running freely from the coupling of their pussies. He drank of it with feelings of glory, but he also moved on to finer things. With his nose pressed almost flat against the base of Hester's buttocks and his tongue extended as far as it would reach, he found these tantalizingly joined lips.
As the women's breathing grew more heavy, as Hester's hard little apples of breasts were buried deep in Stacy's full moons, as their bellies slippery with the sweat of love rubbed noisily and their entwined thighs made love, Rog achieved the ultimate of slipping his tongue between these two delicious feasts of woman flesh and began to lick at them both alternately and together.
His tongue slithered up and down Hester's tight gash, licked at the running juice that flowed into the open petals of his mother's pussy, and flickered around the clit that was driving in and out of Stacy's flaming puss. Then it moved to his mother's hotter, wetter cunt, slipping in alongside of Hester's clit, thus serving it as well as the other woman's tender flesh.
Hester's thighs locked around his head and Stacy's around his face, and the youth knew that he was in paradise, paradise from which he never wanted to be barred again. Not only was he licking the sacred cunt of his mother, but also the previously impenetrable pussy of her Lesbian lover. The combined juices of two women's cunts were like cosmic cocktail in his mouth. He was swimming in woman come and he loved it more than he had ever loved anything before in his life.
The hot-lipped love duet was sending sensations of pure lust through both women's bodies, but the added delight of the youth's tongue on their labia, twirling around their clits and dipping into their vulvas, was beyond understanding.
Hester's slim cunt lips massaged Stacy's plump ones, her clit kissed and caressed the blonde's pleasure prong, and Rog's tongue licked and his lips sucked at both of their labia at the same time. Sucked and licked until his mouth was filled with blonde and auburn pubic hair and the delicious flesh of cunt.
Hester's husky voice moaned with super pleasure, the super pleasure of finally totally conquering the woman she had worshipped for so long. But her body was also aflame from the boy's expert lickings and suckings.
Stacy, completely conquered by the two people closest to her, lay spread as though she were a rare feast to be dined on by two gourmets of lust. Her body was totally available not only to her Lesbian love's cunt, but to her son's mouth as well.
Rog's busy mouth was at his mother's cunt, that sacred and holy grove from which it had so long been barred. He drew both sides of the tender labia between his lips and sucked at them even as Hester's oversized clit drove between them. His tongue stroked the clit even as it sipped the running juices of both women's love nests.
His cock was throbbing with pleasure without even being touched, and his whole body was aflame from the two lush fruits he was devouring. His tongue slipped from his mother's cunt into Hester's, and he gloried in the tightness of the slit he had invaded only once before while she slept. If it had been delicious then, it was doubly so now, because his mother's wild cherry juice was flowing into it even as he licked and sucked it. Finally, by opening his mouth as wide as he could and extending his tongue expertly, he managed to get parts of the combined cunt lips of both women between his lips and his tongue slithering up and down their clits at the same time.
With a shout of pleasure Hester came, writhing wildly as she did. Deep in himself Rog screamed with super pleasure as he also plunged into orgasm, and Stacy, with-her whole body a super heated thing, followed them.
"I'm home now," Stacy husked. "I've come home at last and I'm never going to leave."