Carter eased forward. The incredible tightness of his mom’s pussy caused him to slow down. June placed her hands on her son’s hips. Slowly she pulled him forward, grimacing as he began to fill her.
“How does it feel mom?”
Behind them, they could hear people laughing. The driving rhythm of Miles Davis’ “Witch’s Brew” wafted from the ballroom. Carter could feel his mom’s juices running down his balls.
“I just don’t…I don’t think….!” June Crafton shivered as a mini orgasm shot through her body, releasing a flood of juices, she felt her son’s cock slip farther into her, aided by her lubrication.
“Fuck me, darling, please fuck mommy!”
Carter drove his full length deep in his mom’s cunt, bottoming out against her cervix. He watched as her eyes rolled back in their sockets. Then she dropped her head to his shoulder. He drew out until just the head was caressed by her inner folds, then he slid slowly back in. He felt his mother shiver and her pussy spasm as another orgasm rocked her, flooding her pussy.
***
Tom Crafton stood and wiped the come from his mouth. He placed his hand on his son in law’s chest and pushed him toward the ballroom. “You had better get back in there before we are missed!”
Caitlin’s husband slipped off the edge of the desk. He leaned in and kissed Tom, tasting his come in his mouth. “But I didn’t get a chance to do you this time!”
“We have to be careful. You can do me next time! Now you go out through of the library into the ballroom and I will go out through the garden and come in the patio door!”
Johnny pouted, pulled his pants up and walked back into the ballroom. He saw his wife, walked over and embraced her. He leaned down and pecked her lightly on the lips. “Great party, dear!”
Tom walked out into the garden. He carefully made his way toward the patio door opposite the pagoda. A noise caused him to freeze. He listened intently. He was probably safe but he did not want to take any chances. The sounds appeared to be coming from the rear of the pagoda. It sounded like someone fucking. He smiled and turned toward the patio door. He stopped. Curiosity got the best of him. He tiptoed over to the pagoda and looked behind it.
He almost passed out from shock. He recognized his son from his costume. He also recognized the woman. He could see her sweating lust filled face. It was June, his wife and she was fucking their son.
“Harder, Carter, fuck me harder!”
“Say it again, mom, say it!”
“Please fuck me son, fuck mommy!”
Tom Crafton sank to the floor of the pagoda. Outrage mixed with humiliation filled his chest. His heart pounded in his chest like a trip hammer. He thought he was having a heart attack. His breath came in short painful gasps.
“Whose pussy is this?”
“It’s your pussy, Carter! Mommy’s pussy is all yours!”
Hot tears ran down Tom’s face. As anger replaced outrage, he started to stand. He would confront them now. Let them know he was no cuckold. Make them stop. He rose to all fours and placed one hand on the back of the pagoda. Then a chilling thought hit him. What if they would not stop? What if they laughed at him and kept fucking?