«Baby,» his old man panted, «no matter how many different chicks I put it to, yours is still the best cunt anywhere around. It's hot and tight and clinging, and you do so many wild tricks with it. Angela, baby — I wish I could take you with me on every trip, so I'd never be out of reach of this fabulous cunt.»
Staring avidly, Jerry saw his mother wheel her ass and lift those long, supple legs high so that she could wrap them around the small of his old man's heaving back. She rolled up on her shoulder blades then, holding onto her husband's shoulders, gasping as his prick hammered steadily into her tremulous hole.
«Then you might not get to sample all that young pussy you run into,» she said throatily. «I wouldn't want to deprive you of that new stuff, honey.»
Jerry blinked; his mother was telling his father that she knew he was screwing other women, and not only that — Angela sounded as if she approved. What the hell did that mean? But he didn't hold to the puzzle long; his mind was feverishly holding onto the picture he was watching, the slippery, voluptuous plunging of a hard prick into his mom's enchanted pussy.
«Oh baby,» Mack grunted. «I wish I could screw you forever. I wish I didn't have to catch that damned plane — and I wish you'd be more careful about fucking around with guys in the neighborhood, especially the married ones.»
«Stick it to me,» Angela hissed, wheeling her trim ass in hungry circles and bucking her pelvis against her husband's crotch. «Stick it to me deep and strong, darling — oohh! That's the way — that's terrific! Ahh — honey, sweet man — I'm coming, coming!»
Jerry clenched his fist around his tortured prick as he saw his old man's cock blur back and forth into the heaving, steaming pussy. Mack's balls seemed to twist and to leap upward, hnd Jerry realized that his father was coming, too, that he was shooting off inside the magical slit of his mother's scorching pussy. Man, oh man, he thought; how would that feel, to squirt come up inside that velvet sheath, to pump all that hot, sticky fluid into her blazing cunt while she moaned and wiggled like that, riding the meat even as it continued to spit and foam?
They hadn't taken as long as they usually did; most times, they screwed for what seemed like an hour or so, playing around a lot before they really went at it, then making the bed squeak and rattle while they whispered things to each other about what good screwing it was, and softer things that Jerry couldn't always hear.
He was thrilled to have seen it, at last, but he was also a little disappointed, because it was over so quickly. That was because the old man had to catch the plane, he thought, and had hurried through this goodbye piece of ass in order to get to the airport on time.
Sighing, Jerry kept his eyes fixed on them as they lay on the bed, bare-assed and locked together, his dad's shaft still buried all the way up into his mom's golden cunt. He began to stroke his own aching cock, moving his hand slowly and teasingly, and wondering where he was going to deposit his load of semen. He might let it go into one of his mom's fuzzy slippers, hoping that she wouldn't put it on for days, or at least until the stuff had dried.
Horny as he was, turned on so powerfully by actually seeing them fuck, Jerry still took it slow, making it last, because he also had to wait until they left the bedroom before he could sneak out and make it to his own room. On the bed, his old man backed the reddened cock from the soggy clenching of Angela's inflamed pussy lips and rolled over to lie flat upon his back, the small shaft softening perceptibly and dipping the shrinking glans over to one side, a droplet of creamy semen still dripping from it.
«It's always fantastic,» Mack sighed, «and maybe someday, I won't have to keep running off on business.»
Angela sat up, her full tits swinging, the nipples still enticingly hard, and a sheen of sweat golden upon her belly. «But until then, you don't want me tangled up in any more divorce actions, right? Damn; who would ever have thought that Marcie Smith would get so uptight, just because Kent and I balled a few times? She could have divorced him without getting all our names in the papers.»
Mack patted his wife's damp pussy. «You know I'm all for you getting the cock you need, baby, and I think I have the solution. It's going to be one hell of a surprise for you, I know — but don't let it shake you up too much. just remember that I'll be a lot easier in my mind, if I know some jealous wife isn't going to be having another summons served on you.»
What was the old man talking about, Jerry wondered, his hand slowing the caressing of his hard and hungry shaft. Had mom really been laying other guys around the neighborhood? Maybe that was why she kept sending him off to movies in the afternoons.
Jerry's head was spinning; it was weird to hear his mom say it was okay for his dad to fuck other chicks while he was out on the road, and even freakier to listen to his old man talk about her screwing other guys. But they had always been different from most moms and dads he knew, more open and up front about a lot of things. He just hadn't included swinging sex, when he'd considered that difference.
Now his prick was threatening to blow off on it's own, and he choked it down, taking a deep and steadying breath. Eye to the crack in the closet door, he watched his old man climb off the bed, and thought he would never be able to leave that lush and lovely body so quickly. Jerry ran his eyes up and down the supine form of his beautiful, sensuous mother, drinking in the shapings of her firm tits and flat belly and the magic compulsion of her golden-haired mound, the lips plain now, inflamed and dripping from the fucking that marvelous pussy had just received.
Then his view was cut off by the hulking shadow of his father's nude body. Was the old man approaching the closet — this closet? He wasn't supposed to; the other one was his. Jerry tried to shrink back among the silken hangings, tried to make himself very small and hide against the far wall, just in case.
When the door creaked, Jerry's heart hammered like a drum gone crazy, and in blind, panicked reflex, he pulled his robe tightly around his body. Light flooded in on him, and he curled into a ball. But there was no real place to hide, nowhere he could run, and his body jerked uncontrollably when the big hand reached down to fasten in his robe and lift him to his feet.
His legs wouldn't work, and he sagged in his father's grip as he was hauled out into the glaring light of exposure. Eyes squeezed shut and trembling, he waited for the stinging slap of that big hand, but worse than anticipation of the pain was his embarrassment at being discovered.
«Easy, kid,» his old man said from somewhere high above him. «Just take it easy; nothing's going to happen to you — nothing bad, that is.»
Angela's voice came shocked from the direction of the bed: «Mack — what was he doing in there? How did you know — why — «
Jerry felt himself being lowered to the bed, and hunched miserably there, his eyes still shut.
His father said, «He's scared out of his mind right now, but take a look at that tool, baby. Even when it's dooping like that, it's big as any stud horse's. How'd I know the kid was hiding in the closet? Because I shut that door when we left the room, and noticed it was open a little when we came back. Besides, I saw Jerry jacking himself off the other day, when he didn't know anybody was around, and couldn't get over the size of that cock.»
Jerry felt his shaft shrinking, folding in upon itself, even though it had been so thoroughly aroused only a minute ago, and ready to loose a spitting load of heavy semen. Now it was shriveling trying to crawl back up into his belly.
His mother said softly, «Wow; I would never have believed a cock could grow that big. Mack, do you mean for me — is that what you have in mind, to keep me out of trouble in the neighborhood? You want me to — to ball our own son?»