It was wonderful, and she squeezed and sucked her vaginal and rectal sheaths hungrily at the driving shafts, wanting desperately to milk them of all the hot male cum they contained.
Her head was twisted to one side, her vision a blur of passion, but through it all, she recognized her daughter standing near, and she wanted to bring her into the wonderful pleasures too.
"Sheri, darling… come here. Come quick, baby!" she groaned at her naked daughter. It was all the encouragement the young teenager needed, and she was up on the bed, spreading her legs out wide, her burning cunt close to her mother's full sensual lips. Donna was like a wild animal, anxious to lap up the sexual juices that flowed hotly from her daughter's freshly flowering cunt, and her tongue snaked out into the thin, blonde-fringed vaginal slit like a hot electric probe, sliding smoothly up and down the quivering valley until it found the clasping opening of her burning vagina. Quickly then, licking around the tight, little hole, she drew all the excitedly seeping pussy fluids hungrily into her mouth, then groaning and stretching her tongue out its full length, she thrust it deep into the smooth steaming pussy flesh between her seventeen year old daughter's widespread legs.
"Oooohhhhh, yessss… suck it like that, mother! Suck it!"
It was all there, and Donna couldn't think of anything that had ever made her happier. She was lost in a swirl of sexual happiness she had denied herself all her life. Until now she had never fully realized her sexual needs, but filled as she now was with her family and new-found lover, it was all perfectly clear. At last she had acquired the taste and scent of a wild rutting animal and at the same time she felt a new and unbelievable motherly passion of love for her children, and she knew she would soon feel it all culminating together in both her liquid smooth cunt and tightly burning rectum. It was complete fulfillment, and she was straining to reach its mysterious peak.
Trapped between the three nakedly aroused bodies, she seemed to churn with sexual energy, pulling and sucking with curious force at all the sexual probes within her. Her motions acted as a trigger for the releasing of all the grinding passion that had become electrically charged as one. Kevin moaned as he slammed his blood-filled cock into the farthest depths of his mother's hungrily rippling cunt, and the moment it began spewing its hot white cum, Ward increased his strokes into her greedily milking rectum, his mammoth cock expanding rapidly, then exploding in a rocket-like searing release. Both cocks, buried deep, now spewed fiery blasts of sperm far up into her crazily jerking belly.
"Aaaaaaaggggghhh!" Donna's all-enveloping climax was groaned out into her daughter's fleshy, quivering cunt as she trembled with the glowing pleasures of the heated sperm being pumped into her rectum and greedily contracting cunt. She heard Sheri moan too, and suddenly her mouth was busy sucking in the climactic juices she so hungrily wanted. The four nakedly connected bodies, mother, son, daughter and daughter's boyfriend, jerked and bounced together for indeterminate time, and when they finally collapsed in an exhausted, sweat-glistening heap, it was only the beginning of a long, lust-filled night.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was four in the afternoon, and the last day of school before summer vacation. It was smoggy and overcast, and Donna was hurrying. She took one long, last look around the classroom before turning off the lights, then stepped into the corridor and closed the door, but she did not lock it for she no longer had the key. The familiar corridor was quiet as she walked briskly toward her car.
Almost six months had passed since the Christmas vacation at Yosemite, and thanks to Ward Murdock and her son, she was a totally different person. Perhaps her family was different from most, but at least they knew and understood what was important to them. Most significant to Donna, however, was that for the first time in years, family love was more important than the mere support of it. Comfort and happiness came first and foremost now, and she finally realized these difficult commodities were not achieved by simply making money.
It usually took her fifteen minutes to drive from school to her Pasadena home, but tonight she cut the time to a little over ten. Tonight there was no daydreaming, just simple expectancy, and when she swung into the driveway, the narrow crotchband of her panties was damp with moisture. The car stopped with a jerk, and she was out and up the walkway almost before the engine sputtered to a stop. Her mouth opened and words rushed out the instant the front door was open: "Kevin…? Sheri…? Ward? Anyone home yet?" she cried expectantly.
"Mmmmmmmm… in… here," came the muffled cry from the back bedroom.
"We… couldn't… wait…"
She didn't bother to answer, but headed toward that voice, leaving a trail of hastily removed clothing.
For better or for worse, Donna Murdock had arrived!