His prick slid sharply between the moist lips, her tongue closing in to gently massage the rubbery tip of his cock-head. She gratefully sucked the bittersweet tang of his trickling pre-cum.
"Yes!" she cried in total bliss. "It's good. God, your cum tastes so sweet, so good. Your cock is so firm and lovely to suck."
She swirled her tongue around and around the tiny cum-slit, lapping up all the juices he could secrete. He groaned his reply, his fingers knotting into her dark hair as the electric shock of her moist, hot tongue threatened to bring his balls to instant explosion. He thrust upward again and again, ramming the length of his huge dick over her tongue and down the soft inner flesh of her throat.
Her mouth stroked faster over the ridge of his shaft, one hand clasping the base of his cock and pumping it in short, quick, rising squeezes. Her other hand weaved frantically, the long fingernails flailing through the tiny hairs of his aching ball-sac.
Across the room Melissa was getting hotter with each passing second. The whole shock of the incestuous pleasure before her had vanished. Her hand was working feverishly at the sopping gash of her cunt.
She was so lost in the whole spirit of incest that images of her father's naked body were streaming through her mind. She was filled with the burning curiosity to taste her father's cock, to blow him like Anita was blowing Bob, to taste his parental love in the free, expansive expression of sex.
She was also not immune to the pure lusting sensation of the view before her. Her session with Glenda Belson had turned her on to women, and she watched hungrily as the juices from the overflowing bounty of Anita's cunt slithered down her thighs. Her feelings for Bob also ran rampant as she witched the glorious might of his cock disappear into Anita's wanton mouth.
It was all she could to keep from joining in. She groaned with insane lust as she pushed all four fingers of her hand into her steaming box. When the swelling sensation of her full pussy vibrated through her body, she pulled down with her thumb, grasping at the swollen button of her clit.
Her body trembled, its passion being swept along by the cries and moans of the lovemaking duo before her.
Anita had settled into a rhythm, sucking up and down on her son's hard prick. With each stroke she would take all of his pulsing cock into her hot, sucking throat, then alternate on her upswing to work demonically on the tight bulb of his prick-head.
With the tiny point of her tongue she would part the opening of his fiery rod, widening it, sucking more of the dripping juice into her mouth.
The pure bliss of this movement would arch Bob's body, driving his hips up to thrust his cock even deeper into the channel of her hungry gullet. He was nearly screaming in agonized pleasure as he tore at his mother's swaying tits, his hand grabbing mindlessly at the dangling mounds.
Anita's own hand was now working at her cunt, pulling the soft flesh, working to make herself cum with him. She lodged the hard knuckles of her fist into her dripping crack, and clamped her legs hard over it. She rubbed rhythmically with her churning thighs, her knuckles dragging and battering her quivering clit.
The feel of her hand in her own box drove Anita to even greater heights. She sucked even more wildly at his cock, her head coming down even harder into his lap as her legs worked against the hard knuckles.
Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, blanking out all awareness from her mind, but the feel of her son's rampaging prick. Her head, bobbed up and down at frenzied speed. She swallowed all of his cock, its massive length thumping into the far reaches of her throat spiraling her ever upward in her intensity.
Her lips and nose pressed against the wiry bristles of her son's crotch hairs with each downstroke. Her nostrils inhaled the masculine odor of his musky genitals, urging her on to even greater speed.
Melissa looked on, her mind a passionate blank as the scene before her carried her over the brink of sanity. She was more than just an observer, she was a participant, responding in complete empathy to the two writhing figures. She was like three different people.
Her right hand was with Anita, tearing at her own cunt, her body moving in exact imitation of the woman's passionate bucking. Her groans poured out to mingle with the woman's as she felt the same building explosion of her nearing orgasm.
Her left hand was with Bob, pulling at her nipples, tearing at the jerking mounds of tit-flesh, crushing them in fierce attack as the waves of delight soared from her crotch to sweep over her in all-consuming waves.
The rest was Melissa, lost in the insane pleasure of the whole experience as it bombarded all her senses.
"Oh, shit, I've got to come!" Bob screamed. "I can't go any longer, Mother! It feels too good, I can't hold it off any longer!"
"Please come! Come! Fill me with it! Pour your sweet juice into me, and let me swallow it! Let me taste your beautiful, wonderful cream! Warm my belly with it."
"Yes, it's here… it's… it's ssshhiiiiiiiit!"
Suddenly he was there. He jammed his hips upward, burying his cock deep in his mom's clasping throat. She screamed out her joy in one long animal cry as the first hot spurts of jizz shot from the pulsing hole in his hotly flared cock-head. His sperm spewed out to inundate her sucking mouth, geysering madly from his jerking body to sweetly fill her.
Her throat tightened and loosened as inexhaustible torrents of his burning, salty fuck-juice gushed over her swallowing tongue. She gulped desperately to keep from choking on the hot cream. Her cheeks bloated and hollowed again as the spunk streamed like a miniature river down into her belly.
Anita's own orgasm came next. She gurgled and squealed around the spurting rod, still swallowing his never-ending flow of cum. The wild rapturous release surged through her, causing her to suck even harder at Bob's spitting cock as she reached a height so dizzying it threatened to rob her of her consciousness.
And Melissa was right there with them. Her own orgasm was brought on by the powerful friction she had been applying to her cunt, and the sight of their twisting bodies screaming out the insane bliss of their climaxes. Her head swam as the blasting heat poured over her, flaming out through every sweating pare in her body, bringing to her the full culmination of her wanton watching of their incestuous love.
Slowly the three pulsing bodies came to rest. Anita slowly lifted her head from her son's gradually withering cock. She let the tool slide wetly and loudly from her smiling, satisfied lips.
"Bob," she sighed, "I love you so much. I'd do anything to make you happy. Are you satisfied? Was it good for you?"
"Yes, perfect." And the room fell into silence.
All three of them lay spent and happy on the living-room floor, unable to do anything after experiencing such total, blissful release. It was several minutes before Bob could find the strength to speak.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Well, I guess now you know," Bob said. "What do you think?"
"I think it's beautiful," Melissa answered. "I'm glad you decided to let me know, and I'd like to share it with you. With both of you."
Bob's cock twitched, rising to an instant hard-on as Melissa began crawling towards him.
"You mean you want to fuck me?"
"Yes, both of you. I masturbated the whole time I was watching. Now, I want to feel it, feel both of you fucking into me."
Suddenly Melissa was beside him on the floor. Her searching hands were all over the young man's body, trailing over every inch of his youthful firmness.
"I want you. I want to fuck you, both of you. I need your beautiful cock up my cunt while I eat Anita. I've got to have you both at the same time."
She wriggled her thirsting body over Bob's thighs, trembling as his cock settled into the bushy patch of her pussy hair. With one hand she reached down and grabbed the taut hardness of his prick. With the other, she caressed the warm, hairy gash of her cunt.