What neither Janet nor Mitchell noticed was that three boys, on their way to school, were standing beside the car. Their eyes were wide with shock and lust. If Janet hadn't kept her skirt on, they would have been able to better watch her succulent hips as she impaled herself on her son's cock.
"Mmmmmmm!" the big-titted woman crooned, rubbing her cunt-lips against the base of Mitchell's prick, trying to ignore the rough
scraping of his zipper against her cunt-lips.
Mitchell pushed his hands between their bodies. He cupped his mother's tits and squeezed them hard, his fingers twisting her nipples through her blouse and bra. He didn't have to move his hips at all. Janet was fucking herself on his cock. All he had to do to be in heaven was sit there and allow her to pleasure herself with his cock. That would make him blow his nuts off like a volcano.
"Fuck me! Oh, Mitchell! Your cock makes me feel sooooo damn good when you fuck meeee!"
The words sounded foreign to Janet's ears. Was she really saying those things to her own son? Was it really his cock spreading her cuntlips and filling her rapidly overheating cunt?
Of course it was, and knowing that it was her own son who was fucking her made her clit burn with passion.
"I love you," Janet whispered in Mitchell's ear, puffing her cunt-lips up toward the tip of his cock-head. "I love fucking you, Mitchell. My son! How wonderful you make me feel."
Judging from his breathing, and the way his cock was pulsating inside her cunt, Janet could toil that it wouldn't be long before she had
fucked Mitchell into an orgasm. To feel his cock-had flexing and spurting streams of cum deep inside her cunt was a thought that made Janet moan with lust.
"Cum inside me," Janet whispered. "Come on, Mitchell. Shoot your cum inside me.
His fingers dug painfully into her until Janet gasped but made no attempt to remove her son's hands from her tits. If he wanted to squeeze her sensitive tits as hard as he was, Janet wasn't going to stop him. Anything Mitchell wanted he could have from her… as long as he fucked her so beautifully.
"Uh!"
The single grunt was the only sound Mitchell had made in quite a long time. Janet looked into his face and saw the ecstasy he felt. A moment after the single sound came from his lips, she felt his burning spurts of cum flood her cunt.
Dropping onto his lap, taking all of his prick into her cunt, Janet jerked her hips from side to side and around in a circular motion. She could feel Mitchell's prick-tip expanding with each pungent wad of cum that blasted into her cunt..
"Cum! Let it all go! Cum in meeeee!" Janet gasped breathlessly, her body twitching, her
knees spread far apart so she could take all of the teenager's erupting cock into her cunt.
It wasn't until she was absolutely certain that Mitchell had rained his balls inside her cunt that Janet looked around the parking lot. She was speechless when she saw there were over a dozen teenagers standing around the car, watching her as she fucked her own son.
"We've got to get out of here," Janet whispered finally, gingerly getting off Mitchell's lap.
She tried to hide her cunt from the boys. Having Mitchell fucking her was wonderful, but she didn't want the whole world watching her while she did it.
CHAPTER NINE
Lesa Ann was unsure of what she should do. It had been days since she first caught her mother giving a hand-job to Jonas, days since she fucked her own father for the first time.
The teenager had thought that the relationship between Janet and Charlie would get better their sexual tensions were relieved with once other people. Only judging from what she could see, Janet and Charlie weren't saying anything of significance to each other.
Ann lay in bed, she kept hoping that she would hear the bed springs squeaking as Charlie fucked his big cock into Janet's cunt.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, Lesa Ann wondered what she could do to bring her parents closer together. She loved fucking Charlie. To have her own father's cock driving hard and fast into her cunt was sheer ecstasy. But Lesa Ann wasn't the jealous type.. She wanted to have her father's cock to satisfy herself with, but not if it meant Janet didn't get the good fucking she clearly needed.
Standing slowly, Lesa Ann wished there were some easy way she could get her parents to fuck each other again. Janet didn't know that she was fucking her brothers as well as Charlie, and Lesa Ann couldn't help but think of the surprise Janet would feel if she ever knew.
"Mother, how can you be so blind?" Lesa Ann murmured unconsciously to herself.
"What was that?"
Lesa Ann wheeled around, shocked to hear the voice. She had thought she was alone. For the thousandth time, she cursed the house they had to live in and the lack of privacy she had.
"Oh, hi! Daddy, I didn't see you there." "Obviously not. What was that you said?"
Lesa Ann looked into Charlie's eyes. He really was a handsome man, she decided. Even if he wasn't her father, she would have thought him handsome. And he was also a magnificent cocksman, able to fuck her into at least No orgasms for every one of his own. The sight of Charlie made the teenager's flesh feel tingly; she felt the rapid warmth spread from her cunt through her veins.
"Nothing, Daddy," Lesa Ann lied, wishing she didn't speak to herself so often. "I didn't say anything."
"Yes you did!" Charlie took a step closer, his eyes trailing slowly up and down his daughter's body, drinking in her extraordinary beauty. "I heard you say something. Now what was it?"
The last thing Less Ann needed was for Charlie to know what she was worried about. Charlie, she was certain, would really flip out if he knew Janet was fucking his sons. Somehow, she had to sidetrack Charlie so he wouldn't pursue his current train of thought.
"It was nothing, Daddy." Lesa Ann looked into Charlie's eyes. Her eyes were soft and brown and warm, hinting of lust without blatantly displaying it. "I mumble things under
my breath now and then. You know that. I've done it since I was a little girl."
Now Lesa Ann turned her eyes on full-bore. They smoldered with passion, and she made no attempt to hide the fact that she was looking at his crotch.
They stood approximately ten feet apart. Lesa Ann, with her eyes looking tenderly but lustfully into Charlie's, brought her hands up her sides until she caught the waistband of her jeans. She unsnapped them and then slowly pulled the zipper down.
Charlie couldn't believe what was happening. They were standing near Lesa Ann's bed, at the top of the stairway where anyone coming upstairs might see them. He knew he should take his beautiful daughter by the arm and drag her into his bedroom, if necessary, so that he could fuck her once again on his bed. But he was entranced with her. Charlie couldn't do anything but stand there watching the stunning
blonde teenager as she squirmed out of her tight fitting jeans.
"You know, Daddy, it isn't hard to tell that you and Mother haven't been getting along very welt lately." Lesa Ann's voice was so soft he could barely hear her. "You don't have to deny it. I know you haven't been making love with Mother."
Lesa Ann pushed the jeans down to her ankles, then stepped out of them. She wasn't wearing any panties, and the curly cuntbush came into view. When she stood erect again, she spread her feet a little, showing her father her pink cunt-lips. Her tits were hidden by the loose, carefully torn away sweatshirt.
"I'm going to make a deal with you, Daddy. It's a deal you just can't refuse."
Lesa Ann touched her cunt lips lightly with her fingertips. She felt her own slick, warm cuntjuice. Her clit was tingling hotly. She was getting turned on.
"I've never given you a blow-job, have I?" "Yes you have." Charlie swallowed. He was finding it difficult to breathe. He wanted to throw Lesa Ann onto her bed, spread her legs, and pound his rapidly hardening prick deep into her exposed cunt.