Chapter 7
When Peggy Reynolds and Ross Hammond reached his bedroom, the lovely black-haired teen-age siren immediately pulled her blouse over her head and unfastened the buttons on her hot pants, letting both garments fall at her feet. She wasn't wearing any panties or bra, and she stood completely naked, the black, sparsely growing curls of her pubic hair glistening wetly with her arousal and her large, firm young breasts quivering in proud anticipation as she stared at the sweating, lust-incited older man. "Make yourself naked, sweet," she crooned. "Right now . . . hurry, I want to see your big hard cock!"
Ross moaned at the obscene suggestion of this young teen-age girl, and his hard, thick cock, fully erect in his trousers, ached with wild passion. Staring at her voluptuous nakedness, he tore at his clothing until he, too, was standing nude before her, his cock jutting out like a gigantic spear from his hirsute loins, the moistly lubricated head pointing impatiently at her trembling body. His brain whirled with lust, totally abandoned to the captivating powerful femininity of this black-haired little bitch. He wanted her desperately, just as he had yesterday in the cabana, and he couldn't control himself; his body was vibrating wildly, and his balls ached painfully with spiraling semen.
Peggy stepped up to him, breathing hotly into his face, took his hand and guided it down between her parted thighs, shivering as his automatically extended middle finger slid along the moist, heated expanse of her waiting young cunt, slipping inside her vagina like a lance of fire. Then her fingers curled over his cock, stroking it lightly, tickling his balls with her little finger, her eyes staring hotly, sensually into his. Still holding his throbbing shaft in her hot, soft little hand, his finger still teasing over her clitoris and the swollen lips of her young, tight cunt, she guided him to the bed and fell with him upon it.
"Now, lover, this time I want you to fuck me in the asshole!" she moaned. "I want to feel your big hard cock burrowing up into my rectum . . . I want you to do it right now, hurry, hurry!"
Ross froze momentarily at the salacious invitation, and his passion-dnink mind tried to reject the lewd idea. But it was too maddeningly exciting, and he was no longer in control of his senses, ruled completely by the blood-throbbing hardness of his cock and the sperm-bloated sac of his testicles, his loins and his desire all powerful. Breathing raggedly with inflamed heat, the handsome uncle of the young teen-age girl's boyfriend got up on his hands and knees on the bed, drawing her quivering young loveliness up with him, turning her so that the full splendor of her nakedly pulsating buttocks were presented to his eyes. His cock jutted out like a huge monstrous implement of tormented delight from his dark-haired loins, the lubricated head almost touching the already rhythmically working little sphincter ring of the teenage girl's tight little anus. He began, then, mesmerically, to stroke Peggy's soft white buttock mounds, teasing her rectum with the tip of his finger, reveling in the moans of pleasure which were erupting from the young girl's throat. Slowly, tantalizingly, he inserted the tip of his forefinger into her anal opening, the same opening he had licked with his tongue the day before, wiggling the probe around inside, drawing greater whimpers of increasing desire from her. Then he put both hands on her whitely quivering buttock moons, using his thumbs to draw the hot, sweat-slick fissure between them wide apart, the glistening cheeks parting to reveal the rubbery opening of her brown, puckered anal canal. He leaned forward, so that the hard, fleshy knob of his blood-engorged penis almost touched the tiny, eager hole, poising there, and Peggy emitted a low shriek of desire, reached behind her, and grasped his cock in her tiny hand, guiding the head impatiently against her asshole, wiggling the semen-coated tip hotly around the small aching entrance.
"Fuck me, Ross honey, fuck me . . . ohhhhhh, fuck me with your big hard cock . . . shove it in, shove it all the way up my ass!"
Ross was unable to restrain himself any longer. He moved his hips, teasing the shaft along the wide held crevice of her ass, as Peggy still grasped it. Then he leaned forward as she placed it directly into the tiny, working hole, and with a powerful, sudden thrust, clutching at her buttocks with clawed fingers, he bored his thick rigid cock far up into her tiny resisting anal passage, forcing it through the tightly clenched membranous channel to bury it almost up to his testicles with that single, lust-inspired thrust.
"Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhh!" the black-haired girl screamed in wild, masochistic delight, and her hand, still cupped behind her, grasped his softly swinging balls, kneading them convulsively, almost painfully, urging him to sink more of his prick into her painfully accepting anus.
Ross clutched hard at her hips, flexing again as he thrust still deeper into her rectum, into the warm forbidden depths of her bowels. The pressure pushed Peggy forward, pushed her head down on the rumpled bedclothes, and he reached under her heaving torso to cup and squeeze her large, firm young breasts, savagely tweaking her swollen nipples as he heaved forward with long sawing strokes of his cock up into her wide-stretched anus, the rubbery walls helplessly expanding before his invading rod, while she toyed and fondled his sperm-engorged scrotum excitedly in her hot little hand. Finally, with one vicious, ass-smacking lunge, he buried every single inch of his huge, thick cock into her warm, tight asshole.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!" Peggy mewled. "Ohhhhhh, Ross sweet, it hurts, it hurts! But I love it, I love it, don't stop, keep fucking me back there harder . . . mmmmmmmm!"
Ross continued to drive his powerful thick cock up into the young teen-age girl's tightly clenching anus with hard, brutal strokes, his hands squeezing her breasts as if they were molding clay between his fingers, his loins smacking savagely against her upturned buttock cheeks. His balls felt as though they were on fire where they rested in her convulsively kneading fingers that pressed them tight against her wetly secreting pussy below.
Peggy's head flailed from side to side, reveling in this lewd sodomizing of her backside, and she buffeted back harder and harder against her boyfriend's uncle's wildly pistoning cock, feeling his cum-bloated testicles hot and sweating in her hand, the smack of his loins against her buttocks echoing loudly through the room. The pleasure-pain of his kneading fingers on her swaying, aching tits was almost unbearable. Her lovely white buttocks were a blur of motion, gyrating, twisting, slamming backward as she went wild with the thick, fleshy pressure filling her asshole almost to the splitting point.. .
Nora sat very close to her son, her hand on his thigh and her head on his shoulder, as he drove the Pontiac away from the promontory and the moonlit lake. She had had no trouble convincing him that they should leave right after her orgiastic oral lovemaking, telling him that she wanted to go back home where they could sit together and talk. Mickey had quickly agreed, and there had been no mention made of Peggy, whom the handsome youth was supposed to have met at eight o'clock -a fact which filled his lovely blonde mother with a sense of happiness, a feeling that everything was surely going to be wonderful and perfect for her and her son from now on.
Mickey drove mechanically, his mind still awhirl with the advent of the new emotions his mother's sucking of his penis had brought forth inside him, the new feelings he had never thought himself capable of but which were now overpowering. I should feel guilty, disgusted, for allowing my own mother to suck me off and cumming in her mouth like that. But I don't feel guilty, I feel only a deep, warm love for her. Oh God, I love her! I've loved her all along!
A few minutes later they reached Summervale and Clayton Heights, and he was swinging the Pontiac into the drive at his uncle's home. Once inside the garage, he shut off the engine, headlights, then he and his mother got out of the car, clinging to each other, and walked along the rear path to the porch door like young lovers, like the lovers they now were. Mickey keyed open the door, and they entered the dark, silent house. Nora's heart beat faster in her breast, her ears straining for some sound, hoping against hope that the expected scene would be taking place somewhere in the house.
As she and her son crossed the darkened kitchen, opened the door into the hallway leading to the living room and bedrooms, the stillness was suddenly shattered by a girl's ecstatic, wailing cry.
"Ooooohhhhhh, yessssss, sweet, fuck it, fuck it harder . . . aaaahhh, that's the way to do it, that's how I like my asshole fucked . . . ! "
Mother and son froze, although Nora's heart leapt with excitement. Perfect, perfect! It had worked out perfectly! Mickey's mouth dropped open. "My . . . my God!" he whispered. "That . . . that sounded like . . . like Peggy!"
"Yes, it did," Nora told him seriously, pretending to be grim. "I . . . I think it came from your uncle's bedroom, Mickey."
The handsome teen-age youth blinked, not believing the words he had just heard cried out, not believing that it could have been Peggy, his Peggy, who had cried them. What was happening in his uncle's bedroom, for Christ's sake? What was going on?
"Come on, Mickey," the lovely blonde mother urged, pulling her son along the hallway. "Let's see what's happening in there."
Mickey followed obediently, blindly, as they crept along the darkened corridor. As they neared Ross' bedroom, he saw that the door was standing partially open, as if left in haste, and light from a nightstand lamp issued forth pale illumination.
Nora, too, saw the door standing open and she was filled with wild excitement at the way her plan was working. She could hear the harsh, animal-like sounds emanating from the bedroom as they neared the door, the moans and grunts, the harsh wet slapping of naked flesh fucking against naked flesh. And she knew that her son could hear them, too, for his face was taking on a shocked look of disbelief.
They reached the door, stopped, and then took the final step forward, together, which allowed them to see inside the room. What was transpiring there, blatantly obvious on the bed not six feet away across the room, caused a startled gasp to issue forth from Mickey's young throat. He stared incredulously at the scene. No, it's not possible, he thought dazedly, sickly. Ross . . . my uncle Ross . . . he's . . . oh my God, he's on the bed and naked with Peggy . . . it is Peggy, my girl and she's . . . ooohhh Jesus, she's letting him fuck her in the ass with his cock, she's playing with his balls while he's fucking into her asshole from behind . . . !
"My . . . my God, Mickey!" Nora whispered against his ear, in pretended horror. "Look . . . look at what they're doing in there!"
Mickey was looking, he couldn't help but stare at the tableau of animalistic pursuit being enacted in the other room. His eyes bulged wide as he peered through the partially open door, trying to fathom deep in his soul the reason for what he was seeing, the actions of his uncle, of the girl he had thought he loved, which had led to this incredible sodomy. But he couldn't imagine them, he could only stare at the two on the bed in shocked confusion, rooted to the spot as he had been in watching his mother and Uncle Ross two nights ago.
Nora pressed up tightly against him, her soft warm body against his hard one, her eyes feasting on the same lewdly inciting sight as his were, at her ex-husband's brother's long hard penis that was only two nights ago slithering hard and fast up into her own pussy, fucking mercilessly in and out of the young teen-age girl's tightly constricting anus. God, he was really giving it to the snooty little bitch! And she deserved it, every painful inch of it, every painful second of Ross' big hard cock driving deep up inside her bowels! Nora clutched at her son's arm more tightly, her eyes liquid, unable to look away either from the lustful sight. She rubbed her breast almost unconsciously against Mickey's arm, her naked hot breast that he had clasped in his hand only a short while earlier.
Mickey felt his mother's firm, full body rubbing against his own flesh, but at first his mind was filled with thoughts of Peggy, thoughts whirling crazily of what he and the voluptuous young girl had had together, of the love he'd thought he felt for her. But this girl, this carnally excited little bitch having her asshole fucked by a man old enough to be her father, by his own uncle, this wasn't the same Peggy he loved, was she? But . . . but there could be no denying what he saw, and Mickey knew that he should hate the little slut for what she was doing in there, for her betrayal of his love and trust, and yet, curiously, he couldn't hate her at all. He was a different individual than he had been two days ago, than he had been even that very morning-what he had experienced, done with his mother at the lake made that an irrefutable fact-and this different person, this new Mickey Hammond, was not capable of hating a girl who was doing almost the same thing he had been doing with his mother those few short minutes ago.. .
Mickey's awareness of the hot, firm flesh of his mother came then, her body pressed against his, her firm nakedness under the blouse she wore. Her cunt, a wild irrational part of his brain cried suddenly, what does my mother's cunt look like and feel like? Oh God, what would it he like to put my cock inside my own mother, to send it slowly, lovingly, pistoning in and out of her tight hot pussy.. . ?
The lewd, obscene thoughts caused molten fire to surge through the young man's loins, caused his prick, already once satiated by his mother's soft warm mouth, to leap into arousal and bulge the front of his pants. The sight of his uncle fucking his hard erect penis into Peggy's tight brown anus added fuel to that fire, but it was by no means, even standing there, the most important or enticing sight-no, it was his mother's body, thoughts of his mother, which sent Mickey's cock thrusting upward in blood-boiling rigidity . . .
His hands began to squeeze his mother's arm convulsively, then slid around as if with a will of its own and located the soft pliancy of her firm quivering breast. He stroked it lovingly, passionately, turning his body slightly toward her without taking his eyes off the wildly fucking couple in the other room, so that his burgeoning prick was pressed against the firmness of his mother's thigh. His breath came faster, faster, and his lips caressed the side of her face. "Mom . . . " he moaned almost inaudibly, "oh my darling Mom . . . "
The lovely blonde mother had been staring in at Peggy Reynolds being sodomized by her ex-brother-in-law, and the lascivious tableau had caused her pussy to flower with the juices of renewed passion. The heat soared and swirled in her belly, causing her nipples to harden under the blouse, and she could feel the trembling erectness of her clit nestled between the wet pink folds of her hotly fired cuntal lips. She had meant only to be indignant, outraged, horrified at what was happening in the bedroom, the same emotions she expected from her son, but when he had only stood staring with shocked immobility, she too had done the same-and the absolute lewd carnality of the scene was now having its effect on her. She had wished her son would rush into the other room, scream out at Peggy, call her vile names, hit her . . . but he had only stared, not moving . . .
Only now he was moving, but not into the bedroom, no, he was moving against her and his hand had slipped around to knead and fondle her breast, he was breathing hotly against her face, whispering to her. He . . . he was aroused! She could feel his hardness pressing against her leg! Instead of being horrified by what he was witnessing Peggy and his uncle doing, he was excited by it. . . and he wanted her, he wanted to fuck his mother!
The lovely Nora's heart hammered with indecision as she pressed hard against her son, let him kiss her face and press his erect hard cock against her leg. Passion churned within her, for she wanted him as much as he wanted her, in spite of herself her own desires were fired by the lewd act in Ross' bedroom-and yet, this was not the time, this was not the place, if she succumbed to her lustful desires she would be no better than Peggy.. .
Then, suddenly in that moment, Nora realized with complete insight that they weren't really different at all, that they were alike, she and Peggy -female creatures of the flesh, seeking pleasure and excitement, seeking orgasm and masculine love-making . . . sensual women who couldn't control their desires, who had to have release. Yes, yes, it was only a matter of degree, not of kind . . . where Peggy loved no one but herself, she, Nora, loved deeply and completely her son, Mickey and . . . and yes, yes, she loved Ross too, she realized that now, not as deeply as she loved her son but it was love nevertheless, what they had had together two nights ago was too good to be a product of anything else . . . .
All these thoughts flashed disjointedly in the lovely blonde mother's mind, and as they did so the passion she felt leapt higher and higher now, becoming the ruling emotion within her. She turned her body hard into her son's hot, restless one, her mouth joining with his and bringing forth a low, almost inaudible cry of delight from deep in his throat. Her hand slipped down to rub at his virilely swollen young cock inside his trousers, and Mickey's fingers were fevered on his mother's breast and back as he filled her hotly receiving mouth with his tongue. Then he was sliding her blouse up, mindless with desire, and cupping and kneading her firm, resilient breasts as he had by the lake. Nora stroked his burgeoning penis, holding it so that she could slide it up and down her secreting pussy slit beneath her shorts, moaning around his wildly working tongue in her mouth.
Her son worked his hands between them, unzipped her shorts at the side, and pulled them down; her fevered fingers in turn opened his trousers, drew them and his underpants all the way down so that his thick, hard penis stood out in full, quivering erection from his loins. The lovely blonde mother grasped his swollen cock and guided it through her naked, wet, hair-fringed cuntal furrow, eliciting more moans of tremulous desire from his throat, his eyes bulging at this, his first glimpse of his mother's wonderful, hot cunt. Her eyes were open, too, staring past her son's shoulder as she played with him and kissed him, watching Ross still fucking long and hard and deep into Peggy's tightly clenched anal passage, while the black-haired girl mewled with increasing delight from his merciless assault.
Nora's free hand, and his own eager hands, finally succeeded in completely stripping both of them, until they stood there in the hallway in aroused and mesmeric excitement. She whispered hotly against his ear, "Oh Mickey, I want you, I want you to love me! I want to feel you inside me, soon, I want you to . . . to . . . fuck me!"
His mother's salacious wishes made Mickey's cock leap in her grasping moist palm, and his brain was a seething cauldron of abandoned desire. He wanted to fuck her, fuck his own mother, right here, right this very second! But . . . but he couldn't let Peggy and his Uncle Ross see them, he couldn't. . . Why not!
Why couldn't he let them see he and his mother fucking?
The thoughts sprang full-force through the heat haze in the teen-age youth's mind. Peggy and his uncle were in there, doing it, fucking, and he and his mother were watching them; why shouldn't they be made to watch he and his mother?
The idea of it was terribly, wickedly exciting to Mickey. Yes, he and his mom would do it in there, where Peggy and Uncle Ross could see them, right there on the same bed! A small portion of his brain tried to scream to him that this was wrong, wrong, but the tremendous excitement of his prickhead being rubbed up and down his lovely mother's trembling, naked cuntal slit, her hand caressing his cock and his swollen, throbbing balls, was all too consumingly powerful to deny. He had to have it this way . . . this new Mickey Hammond, this abandoned sensual youth who was in love with his own mother, had to have his way!
Without a moment's hesitation, Mickey guided his sensuously trembling mother through the doorway, into the bedroom. She came along willingly, excitedly, as if the idea had been in her mind, too, to spread her legs for her son where Ross, her last night's lover, and Peggy Reynolds, her son's girlfriend, could see them-and so the very idea of it had been in her mind! She knew what her son intended, welcomed it in the driving, all-enveloping heat of her churning passion. Together, they walked into the room, naked bodies touching, Nora's hot, soft hand encompassing her son's turgid, diamond-hard cock, moving toward the bed, stopping only a few feet from it, their passion-glazed features set and their eyes staring at the handsome older man and voluptuous teenage girl locked lewdly together in sodomy on the bed . . .
Peggy was the first to see them. She had her head turned to the side, her eyes open and staring as Ross rammed his thick hard cock brutally forward, far up into her bowels, and her own hips froze, her eyes widening with shock. Oh God! she thought in horror. Oh God no, it can't be Mickey, it can't be! He's caught me, caught me being fucked in the ass by his uncle . . . but. . . but, he's naked and . . . and his mother is with him, naked too . . . they're both naked and Mickey's cock is hard . . . I don't believe it, Mickey has been fucking his own mother! And , . . and he's going to fuck her again, right now, I can tell it by the look in their eyes, they're going to fuck watching his uncle and I. . . !
The realization was mind-numbing to the young black-haired girl, and with it came a new flooding tide of exhibitionistic passion rippling through her young body. Never had she experienced anything so exciting, so completely mind-blowing, as being fucked in the asshole by her boyfriend's uncle, while her boyfriend and his mother watched and fucked each other! Harder and harder, deeper and deeper, Ross' cock pumped into her hotly clenching little anal passage, and once again Peggy's lush, white buttocks churned back wildly, crazily, against the invading hardness . . .
Ross was slower to sense the presence in the bedroom of someone other than he and Peggy. But then, as he heard the girl gasp and buck her wide-split ass back against him with renewed frenzy, his eyes flickered open and his head swiveled around. And he saw them. He saw Mickey and Nora standing beside the bed, standing there naked, Nora's hand wrapped tightly around her son's swollen, blood-enraged cock, stroking it, while his fingers played with her firmly, ripely mature breasts . . . Ross saw them and he couldn't believe his eyes! It was not a true scene, it couldn't be, it was a nightmarish vision of his own private hell. His mouth gaped open, and his entire body grew rigid, his cock poised half pulled out of the eager teen-age girl's tightly constricting asshole, and he stared at the two people who meant most in his life, whom he loved . . . Nora, whom he loved and wanted to marry, Mickey whom he had raised the past year . . . standing there naked with his virile young cock rock-hard before him . . .
And then Ross Hammond knew that he wasn't hallucinating, that it was real, that Nora and Mickey were really there, playing with one another, nude, lovers, passion crazed for one another, son and mother, mother and son, the lust being added to by the sight of him fucking the teen-age little bitch that Mickey might marry on the bed right in front of them. Oh Jesus Christ, no, no, noooooo! This is . . . is wrong . . . they're watching me and they're . . . they're smiling, they're excited. Mickey is going to fuck his mother . . . oooohhhh, how long has this been going on, what caused it, what's happening . . . oohh, you bastard and you bitch, how dare you do such a thing, how dare you, how dare you . . .
Then, in that very instant, the monumentally bitter irony of the situation struck Ross with an almost physical impact. What right did he have to judge them, oh God what right indeed! Wasn't he here on the bed, sodomizing the lusting anus of young teen-age Peggy? How could he be any better than they when he had succumbed to his physical desires and coupled with this young slut yesterday and tonight? They were all the same, all of them, he and Peggy and Mickey and Nora . . . beautiful Nora . . . all the same, hedonists, unable to control the fires of the flesh, total slaves to their own overwhelming desires. They were what they were . . . not to be hated, condemned, pitied . . . they were lovers of the flesh, and as such entitled to their own pursuits, he realized that now, you are what you are . . .
Understanding and accepting all of this as irrefutable truth, the handsome and emancipated uncle once again resumed his driving thrusts into the sweating, tightly clenched anal crevice of Peggy Reynolds-and as he did so, his lips formed a brief, passion-tinged smile, a smile full of meaning and depth. The mute message was received by both Mickey and Nora, for they, too, knew what they were, and a bond was formed between the three of them in that moment, a bond of total commitment that what they were all doing now, or had done in the past, would do today and tomorrow, was all right by each . . .
Emitting a low moan of excitement, Mickey drew his naked mother onto the bed, their weight sagging the already creaking mattress as the teenage Peggy rolled and ground her hips greedily back against his uncle's forward-driving cock in her asshole. The handsome young youth and his lovely blonde mother began kissing feverishly as she played lovingly with his hardened cock, and then he knew that he couldn't wait any longer for her soft, warm pussy to sheath up around his penis, to know if he would satisfy her completely and totally with his fiery cum, to make her his, all his, tonight and forever . . .
Nora raised herself up and climbing on top of him, straddled her son's body, holding his upward-thrusting cock between the fingers of her right hand as she poised it up between her widespread thighs at the thin bearded mouth to her tight, hot pussy. Mickey's body was positioned in such a way that his knees were pressed up against the headboard of the bed now, his head and upper body pointing toward the door and placed on one side of his young girlfriend Peggy's wildly undulating form. Astride him, his beauteous mother faced across him and across the black-haired teenager to Ross' sweating, straining features. Staring hotly, lovingly, at her son's uncle, she inched herself downward slowly, parting the soft petal-like folds of her cunt with the massive head of her son's prick, filling the wet, hotly pulsating little opening completely witn it. She made soft mewling sounds of delight at the feel of his monstrously throbbing young hardness inside her for the first time, her son, the boy-man she loved, and Mickey echoed the moans, knowing his mother's cunt was the best he'd ever been inside, reveling in the smooth fleshy warmth of its wetly clasping walls around his entering penis, reveling in the fact that she was now his and nothing else in the world mattered.. .
Quickly, Nora sheathed the full length of her son's virilely trembling young cock with her warm, damp vagina, seemingly filling her whole belly with the hot hard expanse of the huge flaring head of her offspring. Her face was wildly contorted with lust, and as she rode up to bring all but the lust-swollen tip of his cock out of her pussy, her son slid his hands around under her arms and squeezed her large, sensuously quivering breasts. He levered up with his buttocks at the same time, sending his shaft soaring along the full length of the soft, hungrily clasping channel of his mother's cunt to pound hard up against her cervix. Nora cried out in pleasure-pain "Oooooh God, Mickey baby, your cock . . . your cock!" Then, using her knees as levers, she began to hungrily grind her cunt up and down his blood-engorged rod with increased abandon, climbing it almost to its uppermost point but never allowing the hugely bloated head to escape the soft, hair-fringed lips of her open pussy. She always levered back down rapaciously to impale herself again and again on the thick, heaving cock which sent wildly whirling pinwheels of delight racing through her stomach and loins and breasts, her own virile young son's wonderful, beautiful cock.. .
Directly in front of them, his own heat increased ten-fold by the sight of his nephew, Mickey, and his mother, Nora, fucking before his very eyes, Ross jammed his superbly expanded cock crazily into the wildly buffeting ass of the lovely teen-ager he was sodomizing, burying the huge shaft deep and hard and hot in her tightly clenched little rectum while he clawed mercilessly at her dancing breasts. Sweat rolled off both their bodies, commingling into one passion-heated liquid, flowing down between Peggy's straining young buttocks to mingle hotly with the juices of her cuntal passion below that Ross' testicles, slamming hard against her pussy lips on every heaving lunge, slapped into with a wet, sharp noise each time. The tingling heat in his loins became almost too much to bear as he fought desperately for his orgasm.
The wild fire in her cunt became too much for Peggy, and she moved her left hand down under her, along her heaving belly and across her saturated pubic mound to the trembling bud of her clit. She flicked her middle finger faster and faster over the tiny nub, feeling the spiraling heat of her climax approaching at a rapid pace as new waves of rising sensation from her own fingering rippled hotly through her. Faster and faster her finger rubbed her clitoris, faster and faster her hips churned against the moaning, panting Ross fucking deep and hard into her anus, faster and faster she could see Mickey's mother riding the swollen cock of her heavily panting young boyfriend. Suddenly, she wanted to kiss Mickey, she wanted her mouth on his as she came, as Ross came, as they all came. "Mickey!" she mewled. "Mickey, kiss me!" And then she was turning her head, finding Mickey's mouth with hers, her tongue flashing into his warm, hotly wet cavern, and they were both mewling crazily around one another's tongues.
Nora heaved herself with insane fury up and down the powerful rod filling her cunt, her hips undulating madly, frenetically, her right hand dipped down between her son's legs to fondle and caress his youthful sperm-filled balls as her hips slammed down hard against his loins in ever-increasing tempo. Mickey's fingers were hard and merciless on his mother's passion-swollen breasts, squeezing them painfully, thumb and forefinger tweaking the heavily throbbing nipples until she cried out helplessly with the delight of his manipulations. Oh God, oh God, Nora thought mesmerically, nothing has been like this in my life, nothing ever has been this good and exciting, this is the most wonderful moment I've ever known . . . ohhhh, I want to cum, I want to cum with my son's hot young cum pouring up into my pussy the same way it poured into my mouth tonight, I want to cum right now . . . oooohhh, look at Mickey and Peggy, they're kissing, oh God that's exciting . . . kissing, yes, I want to kiss Ross too, ohhh yes, I want to kiss Ross while we all cum together . . .
She leaned forward, never missing a beat of her nakedly heaving body, and moaned, "Kiss me, Ross, kiss me like Mickey and Peggy are kissing! Oh Ross, hurry and tongue fuck my mouth before we cum!"
A strangled mewl of delight swept from Ross' throat, and his mouth met Nora's with hot, wet abandon, their tongues swirling crazily like two cocks brushing against each other, and for long frozen moments the four of them on the swaying bed bucked and heaved against one another, mouths and body locked, straining with every fibre of their beings for orgasm. The only sounds were grunts and moans of delicious desire, heavy exertion, the wet slapping of naked flesh against naked flesh. It seemed as if the very world held its breath, waiting, waiting for the tremendous crashing climax of this inexplicably exciting tableau.
And then, suddenly, Ross stiffened, moaning into Nora's mouth, his hard, erect cock pulled almost free of Peggy's straining, clasping asshole, the thinly stretched skin pulled out almost grotesquely around the thick head, and then he fucked his hips forward with a powerfully brutal lunge. Peggy felt as if the huge shaft were rammed like a spit all the way through her body and up into her throat as he began to jerk convulsively behind her. A great, burning surge of hot, fiery semen flooded deep into her rectum as he continued to moan and tongue fuck into Nora's mouth in orgiastic ecstasy, the hot liquid filling the lovely teen-ager's belly, flooding her helplessly quivering bowels until she thought they would burst. And then Peggy's own climax struck, a wild intensely exciting release that exploded her juices simultaneously with the thick hot white sperm of her boyfriend's uncle, filling her with a raw sexual pleasure like she had never known before . . .
The sight of Ross and Peggy climaxing triggered Mickey's release, and he, too, mewled out his rapture into the black-haired teenager's gasping mouth. He heaved up to meet the pistoning down-strokes of his mother's tightly locked cunt, as the first white-hot jets of his exploding semen burst along the underside of his cock and filled his wonderful mother's tight, clasping pussy to overflowing. So intense was this explosion of his virile young cum into Nora that the boiling white liquid inundating her cervix and cuntal walls sent the lovely blonde mother over the brink of her own orgasm. "Oooooaaaaaahhhhhh!" she shrieked into Ross' mouth, sucking crazily on his tongue as if it, too, was an ejaculating cock, and her lewdly grinding buttocks flashed up and down over her son's magnificently expanded, jerking prick with insane movements of unbelievable bliss. Beautiful . . . her own private Valhalla . . . cumming by her own son's cock, cumming with his sperm shooting hot and deep into her quivering belly, his cum flowing out around his ejaculating prick and mixing with hers to make pools of glistening liquid on his belly and pubic hair and rapidly emptying testicles . . .
Moments later, totally spent, totally satiated with their mind-blowing mutual cumming, the four of them lay silently on the bed, touching one another's nakedness as if in thankfulness for the pleasure each had given. Nora lay lovingly in her son's arms, her hand resting lightly on his now flexuous cock; her other arm stroked, tenderly, Ross' equally flaccid member. And as her mind slowly returned to reality, Nora knew that this was truly the finest night of her life. She had everything she had ever wanted in the world now, and there would be no more loneliness, no more pain and sadness, for Nora Hammond in the coming years.