Recalling how lovely it'd felt when her ex-boss licked her rectum, Marge decided to pleasure Kenny that way. It was a terribly nasty thing to do, Marge thought, but he was her child, her own flesh and blood and, the mood she was in, nothing was too sordid for her now. In fact, the dirtier the better, for she was feeling incredibly dirty and sinful!
His tight anal ring clung to her brown-tinged finger as she backed it out of him. It was as if, now that she'd been jabbing it up him, his anus was very reluctant to let it go. It made a soft popping noise when the end of her finger broke free of his distended aperture.
"Oh, darling!" she crooned, and licked her parched lips as she gazed longingly at his winking orifice. "What a cute little asshole! Mother's going to kiss ittt!!"
She fingered his buttocks wide apart, pursing her lips, and planted a wet, loudly smacking kiss directly into his brownish buttonhole. An illicit thrill rippled up her arched spine.
"Jesus!" she moaned and, overcome with emotion, she extended her tongue and began slavishly licking up and down the sweat-dampened gorge of her little boy's held-apart bottom, the tip of her taste organ flicking his anus in adoration each time it darted past.
"Naaaahhhhhh!" Kenny cried with delight as he ripped his mouth from her juicy crotch and jerked his small fingers – he had two of them up her butt – from her rectum. "Lick it, Mama! Lick it, lick ittt!!"
Anything she could do, he could, too, couldn't he? Besides, wasn't her asshole better to fuck than her pussy? Hell, yes, it was, so it only stood to reason that it would taste better, too!
He pulled the smooth white moons of her luscious rump apart and stuck his face between them with his mouth wide open. Out came his tongue, its tip searching and finding its mark. With a groan, the lad pressed his lips to the crinkled brown skin surrounding his mother's anus and rammed his tongue all the way up her butt.
"Huuuu-aaahhhhhhhh!!" Marge screeched, nearly pissing, it felt so marvelous, and without the slightest hesitation, she returned his oral favor in kind, shivering with the double-barreled pleasure of having her butt speared with tongue as she shot her own taste organ up into the tart-tasting depths of Kenny's tiny asshole.
The boy had been wrong. Her butthole didn't taste near as good as her steaming pussy. But his tongue was full into her by the time he discovered this, and she seemed to like it so much – was doing the same thing to him and, man, did it feel great! – that he had no regrets. Actually, the inside of her ass had a tangy flavor all its own, which wasn't bad once the initial shock of it had passed. His mother was sucking his pooper now, plunging her tongue in and out of it, and he was more than willing to do the same, really wild-feeling things to her.
Mother and son clung to each other's buns, performing frenzied analingus upon one another, as their big dog, who was left out in the cold, trotted round and around their indecently locked-together bodies, yapping in frustrated desire. Bobo's long, slender red penis protruded from its furry sheath like an angry spear, its pencil-eraser head dripping canine precum onto the bedclothes. The big German shepherd was ready and eagerly searching for a hole, any hole, so he could bury his dick in it and get in on some of the action.
Because of the strain involved in his awkward position – hanging onto her thigh-elevated hips from below like a monkey – Kenny stopped eating his mother's butthole while she was still going strong on his. His neck was hurting when he let go of her feverish buttocks and allowed his head to fall back to the bed. He lay there whimpering with delight as her lips continued to suck at his tingling rectum, her long, hot tongue reaming rapid-fire into his pleasured anal canal.
Above him he could see her hairy slot fluttering and snapping with the intensity of her lustful desire. She was full of hot goo again. It was dribbling out over her swollen cuntlips in rivulets, stretching down from her crotch in silvery, sparkling strings that dangled obscenely between her thighs. Droplets of her over-abundant pussy juice pattered down like warm summer rain upon the boy's face. He opened his mouth to catch the glutinous strings of yummy woman paste oozing down out of her copiously secreting vagina.
Keep it coming! he thought. I'll drink all you've got! And don't stop sucking my shitter… ohhhh… whatever you do, Mama!
At last Bobo spotted a hole, two of them in fact, and the big German shepherd reared up pawing the air. His canine tongue was hanging out when he mounted Marge's kneeling body from behind, just as if she were a bitch in heat he happened upon some alley. The pointed tip of his turgid penis embedded itself in her spit-slick anus. It didn't matter a whit to the ruttish animal which of his mistress' holes he used. He wrapped his forelegs around her waist, and letting out a yelp, hunched every bit of his long, tapering prick into her defenseless anal aperture.
"Nnnaaaaahhhhhhhh!" Marge squealed, her head flying up and back with her mouth agape.
It felt like at least a yard of red-hot dog cock had been rammed up her cringing asshole. But she wasn't complaining, even though it took her breath away. This was what she needed now – a good, stiff dick to ream her ass deep and hard.
"God… ohh, gawd!" she groaned, when Bobo started hunching his dog dick to her with a flurry of motion, his back arching swiftly to drive his red prong like a piston in and out of her gripping, fluttering brown anus.
What his penis lacked in girth – and it was bigger around than Kenny's at the base – was more than made up for by its length and hotter-than-human temperature. Marge thought she would faint, it felt so unbelievably good! Bobo's plunging pecker was packing her feces back up her colon. Evidently the pointed tip of his rod had speared the lowest turd, for she could feel with every jangling nerve in her pleasure-soaked body the fat, hard plug that was bobbing up and down in her anal canal at the end of the dog's furiously thrusting organ.
"Oh, my stars!" she trilled, shuddering ecstatically as the lewd bliss of it bombarded her lust-enslaved brain. "Jesus… ohhhhhhh… oh, sweet Jesusss!!"
"Hump it to her, Bobo!" Kenny cried excitedly. "Mama likes it up the ass! Cornhole her good!"
"Yes, yes!" Marge agreed, her hand shaking like a leaf as she reached out for the cucumber Kenny had had waiting for her when she came in the door. "And you," she gasped, handing the phallic-shaped vegetable to her son, "Can shove… this thing up… my cunt… and fuck me… with ittt!!"
"You bet, Mama!"
It sounded like a great idea. Kenny wasn't about to give her any argument. He took the long, fat cuke from her trembling hand and worked its smaller end into the quivering gap between her legs. Since it shut off the fascinating view of Bobo's tapered peter pistoning into her expanding and contracting brown rectum, the lad wasted no time getting the cucumber into his breathless mother. He captured the rear of it in his right palm and, with a single forceful push, skewered it swiftly in through the stretchable, secretion-slick outer folds of her hairy crack, making her cunt take the whole thing in one quick, flesh-straining gulp.
"Nnaaaa-gggaaahhhhhh!" Marge croaked, as the rounded end of the cucumber crashed against the tender neck of her uterus with a jolt that jarred her teeth.
But, again, she wasn't complaining; for although the rough penetration had caused her a certain amount of physical discomfort, the vulgar thrill of having the large cuke stuffed up her seared her intestines with a fiery blast of unadulterated carnal pleasure. She sucked air gaspingly, her perspiration-sheened body shivering and shaking rapturously as her big dog continued to drive his pecker a mile a minute into her tremulous bowels.
The shape of Bobo's driving dong – about the size of a pencil eraser at the tip and flaring back to a base slightly larger than the circumference of Kenny's penis – kept Marge's nerve-laden anus opening and closing around it several times per second. Each time he hunched it to her, it was like being penetrated for the first time all over again. The German shepherd was going like sixty. He clung to her feverish torso with his forelegs, his tongue hanging out, dripping saliva on her back as his arching spine kept his rear end flying back and forth.