Dalton gasped and barked into Vera's thighs, making her pussylips flutter wetly with the expulsion of air. He slurped and sucked faster and began to pump his hips.
Sally moaned with uncertainty, as if doubting she would be able to take all his fire hose load. Yet her ass rotated and weaved around Roger's prick, and her pussy milked his cock.
Roger pumped and pumped, his balls swinging up under Sally's crotch and splatting against the sodden tissues there. He continued gazing into his mother's eyes, and he knew that they were thinking and feeling the same things.
Vera watched her son's pace quicken and grow ragged with the approach of his orgasm. She couldn't rid herself of the feeling that he was ready to come inside her. Her cunt stretched and throbbed, and a whimper of shameful lust erupted from her soft lips.
Orgasm burst upon her. Her hips lifted, and her thighs spread wide. Her pussy mashed shamelessly against the sucking mouth, and the muscles and tissues inside sucked around the prick that wasn't there and yet somehow was.
She saw her son's mouth open and his hips mash against Sally's butt cheeks. Their eyes remained locked, even as orgasm pumped through her starved body and expelled jets of thick cream from his prick at the same time.
Sally's butt pinched and weaved and sucked and pushed. She took Roger's load into her cunt again and squealed in the back of her throat.
It was a muffled sound, plugged by Dalton's heavy cock. He let out a roar like a bull alligator in rut and founted into her throat, spewing his big load there. Sally swallowed and gulped, but she couldn't keep up with the heavy flow.
Sperm squirted from between her lips and sprayed Vera's thigh. It dribbled down Sally's chin and ran over Dalton's packed balls, but there was a grin of accomplishment on the girl's face anyway.
"Ohhhh, honey, I did it," she moaned. "I sucked that big prick off! Baby, tell me it was good. Tell me I did it right at last! Honey, I really learned how on Roger-how to get it into my throat like that. Oh, Dalton, I can suck your cock now, and we won't ever have to trade off again, will we?"
Dalton looked at her. His face was smeared with Vera's pussy juice. He wiped his hand through it and grabbed his wife by the back of the head and kissed her hungrily, their mouths smearing together under the lubrication of sperm and pussy juice.
"Yeah," he grunted breathily. "But you got flicked by him. I want my turn with her, baby."
"NQ, honey, don't. Take me home and give that wonderful prick to me! Fuck my cunt with it, not hers!"
Dalton looked at his wife. He glanced at Vera's open, pink cunt. He patted Sally on the head and half pushed her away, moving to cover Vera's body. "No!" Vera cried, eyes bulging at the sight of his huge cock, still stiff, now drooling out the last of his load Sally hadn't been able to handle. It traced across Vera's thigh, leaving a warm string shining there.
Roger watched the ape mount his mother, and his heart pounded in his chest. "All right, Dalton, that's enough. Everybody got flicked. The trade's over. Even your wife doesn't want you to fuck her."
Dalton turned his head and growled menacingly. He held his cock in his hand and turned back to Vera when Roger wilted at the threat. He slipped the big head between her slippery cuntlips and ran it up and down her gash, smearing it with cum. "Oh, God…" Vera gasped. Her pussy jumped and spasmed. It betrayed her. It begged for the huge cock while her emotions rejected it. "Roger, stop him!" she whimpered. "Don't let him fuck me, honey! Stop him, and I'll let you fuck me instead!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Vera wasn't even aware, at first, of what she'd said. When the words penetrated her mind, she turned crimson with shame. She glanced at her son and saw that he was jacking his prick stiff again, watching breathlessly.
She knew at the same time that her son was powerless to stop Dalton, that it was going to happen. She remembered the last rapes the pain her fighting had caused.
She didn't fight the inevitable this time. She felt her pussy walls go slack and wet. She felt her omit mouth suck open at the touch of the big cockhead.
Dalton huffed huskily and sank down on her body. His big cock entered her cunt and slid through the oiled silk of her pussy meat, going deep, spreading tissues wide.
Vera's eyes shocked open, and she gasped raggedly. God, it Was huge! A pole inside her! Nothing at all like the prick Paul had been fucking into her cunt for eighteen yearn.
Thrill after thrill rippled and plunged through her body. She gazed with pure astonishment at Roger, opened her mouth, and whimpered for forgiveness at the joy she was experiencing.
She was totally stuffed. Her pussy walls spumed and shook around the big prick, as if experimenting and exploring, testing this big invader they weren't used to.
"Don't fuck my mom!" Roger bawled suddenly, his face crinkling up with helplessness.
His prick was ramrod stiff. He wanted in the worst way to yank Dalton's cock out of there and put his own in, but there was nothing he could do.
Sally whipped her head around and gaped at him. "She's your mom?" Her little hand gripped Roger's prick and jacked it with excitement. "Ohhhh, she's really your mom?"
"Sally, tell him to quit fucking her," Roger whined.
He looked at Dalton's ass. The hairy butt pumped up and down and clenched and spread. The big prick squished in and out of his mother's juicy pussy and made the lips flatten and suck and grow large again as they clung to the withdrawing prick.
Then he looked at his mother's twisting, writhing body, the expression of astonished lust on her face, and he knew that she wouldn't want him to stop Dalton just now.
She'd been awakened. What Roger had told her he wanted to happen was happening. But all he'd really wanted was for them to get caught. Where in hell was the old bastard, anyway? Always tied up with his goddamn motels instead of being with his family.
Roger's pleading whimpers took on a different sound. He watched Sally's hand slide up and down his prick. He looked at the flare of her tight little ass, and he knew how he was going to get even with Dalton for fucking his pretty lady.
He whipped Sally around. He made her rest her chin on the couch. He held her butt in his hands and watched her wriggle it for him, as full of excitement as he was.
She thought he was going to fuck her pussy again. She was wrong. Roger looked at the slope of her back and the way she spread her knees on the floor, bracing them apart, opening her round cheeks and her pussylips for him.
He glanced at his mother. She was watching him. She wasn't really seeing him. Her eyes were slightly glazed, and a constant moan came from her lips as her body was tossed and rammed by Dalton's big fucking prick.
Roger held his cock in his hand and aimed it. He spread Sally's buttcheeks apart and put the tip of his prick to her asshole. Just as she was ready to vocalize her objection, he pushed forward, and the words merged together into a shrill squeal.
"God he's fucking my ass, Dalton! Ahhhhgh, it hurts, it hurts!"
Her asshole was tight, so tight he knew she was a virgin there. At least Dalton hadn't reamed his huge cock into her butt yet, or it would be stretched loose and flabby. Roger grinned tightly and fucked his prick fully into her bung, pressing his thighs up against her round, tight buttcheeks.
"Ahhhhgh, he's flicking it and fucking it, Dalton! Ohhhhh.
She didn't really mind Roger could tell that by the way her asshole clamped around his prick and barely let him slide back and forth in her butt.
Her muscles vibrated and pulsed and began little sucking motions that drew his cock deeper into her clinging, dark hole. Her tits spiked at the ends and jutted down from her chest, and she began weaving her ass and pushing back at him for more.