Beth wasn't going to wait for Abe's crude orders. She knew what they had to do and gave her hips short twists to each side. The head of the prick pressed the lips further back and they came around to half-swallow the mushroom cap. Then as her hips bore down on the hardness she whispered to her son, "I love you."
With a desperate groan Tim drove himself upward. The dead dullness of his cock was gone, suddenly he could feel everything, every wet touch, every warm kiss, every hugging inch of slippery, twisting, snatch on his furiously pounding meat, The cock drove deep into her downward-pounding cunt, and with a gust of escaping air disappeared from the sight of the avid audience.
Jerry had been disgusted by the whole thing up until this point. The eager, almost avid, way in which their organs came together dispelled much of his repulsion. It was obvious the torture was over for mother and son, now their excited bodies were meeting each other with lust, hunger, ravenous energy.
Abe was ready to laugh uproariously in the power of his victory. His victory of humiliation. But he saw no humiliation or embarrassment, all he saw were the two organs, the cock and cunt, crashing into each other with an abandon and happiness he'd never thought possible. Their upper bodies were still but their hips and legs were grinding, stabbing, twisting, plunging.
Jane could still taste the sweet flavor of her brother's prick in her mouth. It turned sour, sour with jealousy as she saw his wonderful stick drive deep into another woman's body. Her own cunt felt hollow, empty, deprived… it was her cock, she had had it first, she was the one who had had him first. She had been his first woman. Jane wished it was her pussy receiving the thick, long pecker.
Beth swallowed down the saliva in her mouth and drew in a deep, reviving breath of air. He was tremendous, huge, hard. Her box was stretched like a tight wrapper around the unstoppable plunge of his steel-like shaft. It was ramming against her clitoris, causing excited blossoms to already bloom inside her turmoil-ridden guts. It was the best-feeling stick she had ever had.
All Tim could compare Beth's cunt to was Jane's. And to him there was no difference, they both felt inexplicably great. The way they both seemed to hug yet glide at the same time. The way they worked their limber hips to twist against him, to make his cock ride up one side and down the other, to grind and hurl and jerk and suck and pound all at the same time.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of," Beth whispered to her gasping son.
"But this is wrong… " he mumbled.
"Does it feel wrong to you?" she gently asked as her clitoris took the full length of his grating slide.
"No," he hesitantly answered.
"Then it isn't," she simply said.
"Is it right?"
"It's not right that we're forced to do it…" Beth's arms curled under the sweat-covered head of her son, she hugged him tight with her hungry body.
Tim's hands pressed on her back and slid across the smooth, sleek skin. Her chest moved, Beth worked her red, bristling nipples down hard on his heaving chest. Her legs separated wide and with an arch of her lower back she whipped her cunt down with doubled speed and eagerness.
"Well, what do you know?" Abe said while shaking his head. "The old lady goes for it as much as his sister did. I think this boy's gonna be well-fucked the rest of his life."
Abe sat on the side of the bed next to the rhythmically humping couple and placed his hand on Beth's rising ass. He petted her soft mounds as they plunged down and pulled back up. He was transfixed by the screwing organs, his own pecker was hard and he distractedly reached down to stroke himself.
Jerry felt Jane's cool fingers slide around his prick and looked at her. She was breathing heavily, staring without a blink at the widespread cheeks of her mother's ass as it grooved down to the inserting shaft of her brother. She squeezed tight at his hardness, the hand pumped up and down.
He reached over, uncaring about where they were or who was watching, and cupped her breast. The pliant, pink nipple rolled between his fingers and he squeezed. It reddened and drew into a tight, pointed pucker, heat poured from it as Jane pressed her full, swollen breast into his hand.
Jane suddenly looked at him, her eyes were desperate, wanting. She couldn't stand the emptiness another second, she had to feel a cock inside her… anywhere inside. She dropped to her knees before him and pushed his thighs apart. Jerry's long stick was first kissed, then licked, then snugly sucked into the burning oven of her deep-dragging lips.
"Mmmmmmm…" Jane moaned as she went down totally on the throat-filling cock.
Jerry slid down in the chair and heaved his prick into the open, gurgling wetness of her happy mouth. Jane's hands dug under his ass to hold each cheek and squeeze as she sucked. He felt her nimble fingers against his asshole, tickling, teasing, daring it to let one inside.
Abe looked over and was surprised to see Jane upstaging his act. He was the only guy in the room not getting something, anything at all. Jerry smiled with contentment at the golden-haired head bobbing in his lap, the tongue-lashing mouth slurping on his tool like it was sugar cane. Abe snorted and moved his hand from atop Beth's backside down into the crack.
Beth's steady tempo faltered as her torso tightened. He was doing it again, threatening her anus. She knew from the first time when he'd used his finger in there and she'd reacted with uncontrollable panic that he'd return. He'd humiliated her with the broomstick making threats, giggling, asking her why she was so sensitive about her… she tried to forget the word he'd used… shithole.
Tim wondered what was troubling his mother as her hips lost the rhythm, as she took shallower drives onto his feverish cock. He looked at her eyes and saw something was bothering her, something was wrong. He wondered if he was doing it to her, if he was the cause of her discomfort.
When the middle finger pressed at her pink anus Beth almost cried out. But she was determined not to panic, not to let him know it bothered her. But it did. Taking anything in her ass was more than repulsive to her it was frightening, horrendous. The mere thought of it made her tighten.
And tight she was. Abe twisted his finger like a screw against the flexed, unyielding pucker. Her hips still managed to make haphazard strokes at Tim's gliding pecker, but her enjoyment and concentration were destroyed. The finger was like a hammer, a fist a telephone pole knocking where it wasn't wanted. He shoved with vicious force until the ring peeled tautly back and his fingertip felt the tenderness of her insides.
"Please… don't… " Beth mumbled, trying to exert as much control as possible over her wavering voice.
"Shut up and keep fucking" Abe hissed. "I'll do whatever I fucking well please."
"Leave her alone!" Tim snapped.
Abe gave his finger a fierce stab and Beth went tense as she felt it rip deep into her rectum. "Now fuck your son and shut him up!"
"Yesss! Please Tim, don't say a word! Ignore him!" she cried to her son.
"How can I?" Tim asked. "He's torturing you!"
"Quiet…" she moaned. Her hips crashed down with heated lust to engulf his hot cock with seething cunt. Her mind was whirling, she had to ignore it, had to force the presence of the finger from her mind. It's not there, it's not there, she kept telling herself over and over as her wet body writhed like a swimming fish across her son's heaving torso.
She pressed her mouth down on his and drove a frantic tongue between his lips to guarantee his silence. Tim slid his own tongue inside her mouth and together they danced against teeth and gums. Her pussy jerked, twisted, a sudden gush of hot wetness spilled on his pecker, a climax trembled along his length, the walls of the cunt slammed and battered his thrilled meat.