She heard Frank's voice filtering in through ringing ears and wanted to tell him no, that she'd had all she could take, but she was still in the final throes of her tremendous climax and couldn't speak as yet.
"Go on, old buddy. We got her good and hot now, so let's keep her that way. You want'a fuck her, don't you?"
"Yeah!" Kenny squeaked. "Oh, boy, I sure do!"
"Then start strokin' that ramrod to her, pal!" Frank laughed. "Give it to her hard and fast Kenny! That'a boy! Ream that hot snatch of your mama's out good!"
The slender nine-year-old plunged the massive phallus swift and deep, with all the strength he could muster. He was imitating Frank, giving it to his mother the way he'd seen the big redhead give it to her.
All Marge could do was lie there and take it from her son, her sweaty body twitching and jerking.
"Noooohhhh!" she moaned mournfully, attempting to capture Kenny's wrists and prevent him from committing this dreadful crime against all that was decent and good.
But Frank grabbed her shaky hands and held them fast, rendering her powerless to defend herself and save her son from any further corruption that would drag him down into the gutter where her adulterous lover now had her wallowing against her will.
"Oh, Kenny, please!" Marge whimpered, trying by all that was holy to resist the sinful pleasure which her precious little boy was incestuously pumping into her with the aid of the mammoth artificial penis, "Darling, you mustn't… ooouuuu…Mother doesn't want you to… mmmmmmm… oh, Father In Heaven… ahhhhhhhh… oh, Kenny, don't… stop… ohhhhh… don't… don't… ahh, nooh… don't stop, honey! Ohhhhh…shit, that feels too good! Give it to me, you little bugger! Ohh, ohhhh! Fuck Mama… ahhhhh… with that wicked thing! Yes, yess… ohhh, yesss!!"
"Mama, Mama, I love you!" the boy panted, cramming it to her for all he was worth.
"Yes, Precious!" Marge whined in pleasured defeat, and started hunching her pussy up to help him drive the dildo into her. "And Mother…ohh, ohh… loves you, too! With all her… aaaaah… heart! Oh, Kenny, Kenny…what's going to… mmmmm… become of us?!"
"Now ain't that a touching scene!" Frank chortled as he leaned back, opened his fly and took out his bone-hard prick.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Keep hittin' the bottom of her twat with that rubber hammer, buddy boy," Frank instructed as he dropped to his knees beside Marge's shoulder, the uncapped fifth of whiskey in his left hand and his erected penis boldly protruding from his opened fly. "But cast your eyes up this way, kid, 'cause I'm gonna feed your mama some stiff meat now and I want you to see how she loves it!"
"Frank, nooh!" Marge wailed, as he grabbed her by the hair of the head and lifted her face toward his groin. "Don't make me… do a nasty thing… like that…! Oh, God, have mercy… not in front of… my sonnn!!"
Marge's piteous pleading was icing on the cake which only served to whet Frank's perverted sexual appetite. With his knees and toes on the floor, he eased back till he was sitting on his heels and pulled Marge's head onto his lap. After a glance at her crotch to make sure Kenny was still ramming the rubber pole up her, he drew her head into position and began rocking his hips, brushing the semen-dampened tip of his skinned-back cockhead lewdly back and forth across the alluring softness of her red, resisting lips.
"Come on, baby," he coaxed. "Open up. You know you want'a take a suck on Daddy's old fuckstick."
Out of the corner of her eye, Marge could see that her son was watching their every move. She was reeling with lust. There was so much pussy juice backed up in her steaming vagina she was starting to squish each time Kenny sank the foot of hard rubber into her belly. It felt wonderful. The glorious sensations of being filled to capacity at the hands of her own dear son were driving her up the walls. Secretly she yearned to suck Frank's cock for him, but she was too ashamed to do such a vulgar thing with Kenny looking on.
"Noom!" she moaned through her nose, refusing to part her clenched-together oral petals even a little bit for fear she would weaken and further disgrace herself in the eyes of her innocent offspring.
But Frank was adamant in his insistence that she fellate him, and once he talked her into "just kissing it a little bit", her baser nature rushed to the fore and Marge knew she'd lost again.
Smack, smack, smack! came the lascivious sounds, as her Judas lips betrayed her innermost emotions by raining fervent kisses upon the bluntly-rounded end of Frank's irresistible prick, almost as if they had minds of their own and she couldn't control them.
"That'a girl," he encouraged. "You like it, don't you?"
Yes, yes, you uncouth bastard, I love your cock! she moaned silently, and something inside her melted as she admitted this demeaning truth to herself.
There was no holding back now. He had her right where he wanted her. Her motherly concern drained away as the overpowering urge to take his male organ in her mouth forced her to give in to his lurid desire.
Heaving a throaty sigh of pleasured surrender, her oral petals fluttered open submissively and she extended her pink tongue to slavishly lick off the drop of clear precoital fluid that hung suspended from the eye at the tip of his enlarged glans.
"Mmmmm!" she whimpered, as the flavorful substance penetrated the pores of her tongue and set her discerning taste buds to tingling delightfully.
Ruttishly she grasped his stem and milked it for more of his sticky, male secretions. Her lapping taste organ was immediately rewarded with several large drops that'd been working their way gradually up his urethra. She smacked her lips in delectation and swallowed the viscous precum.
Although Marge's brain was dulled by alcohol and lust, she knew what she was doing. The trouble was, she couldn't help herself. Her will to resist had evaporated in the flames of her mounting carnal passion. From her peripheral vision, the sight of her child's face slammed luridly into her spinning brain, reminding her that he was watching her hold the shaft of Frank's fat dick while she licked its head like an ice cream cone. She felt horribly cheap and dirty now that she'd succumbed to her fit of oral desire in Kenny's presence, but the worst part of it was – and she couldn't deny it – having her son see her behaving like a common whore was beginning to give her the most fantastic thrill of her life! It was crazy, went against the very laws of decency, but her mood had done an abrupt about-face and suddenly she realized that she actually wanted her little boy to see her sucking cock!
"Sweet Dick! Big and fat and hard!" she heard herself crooning, and her insatiable tongue began curling worshipfully over the velvet-smooth surface of Frank's purplish cockhead.
Frank winked at the boy. "That's it, baby. Lick Daddy's knob. Damn, your tongue feels good! Pull your hair out of the way so my buddy here can see the show!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Marge brushed her hair back so her young son could see unhampered the lewd sight of her lips and tongue as they shamelessly played the overture of the skin flute rhapsody she was now more than willing to perform with Kenny as the audience.
Content to let her dally for the moment, Frank nodded approval at Kenny, who was huffing and puffing but still shoving the huge dildo in and out of his mother's squishing cunt. Then he upended the bottle and took a big slug of the rotgut it contained before he returned his attention to the docile woman.
Disentangling his fingers from her hair, he rasped in a whiskey voice, "Okay, baby, you're on your own. Get with it. I want Kenny boy to see what a greedy cocksucker his mama really is. Take me all the way and I'll let you drink the gravy. That's what you want, ain't it, hot ass? A big mouthful of cum?"
"You're awful!" Marge whined, throwing Frank an imploring glance. "Do you have to make it sound so nasty?!"