I was on fire with a passion I knew to be taboo, but my wide eyes were glued to her sexy, slinky motions. She ran small fingers through mountains of coal-black hair, teasing it into a jumble of black rope. Then she licked her fingertips, sucking each one sloppily into her red-rimmed mouth. Each one disappeared up to the webbing and emerged glistening and enticing. My young cock had sprouted and was now poking through the loose folds of my robe, bulging pink with spidery blue veins, The head was bulbous and blue, swaying like a cobra to the flute. I could no longer think of her as my mom. She was Mother Circe, and I was her captive. And she was enchanting me with her thrilling gyrations. I was spellbound, entirely enraptured.
Her hands glistened as they played down her voluptuous body. The red robe parted at her throat and dreamily widened as I ogled the sweaty, deep cleavage. As the small doughy crest of her belly came into view, I saw her bejeweled navel and the curly triangle of her wiry, ebony pubic hair.
As I gaped at the forbidden region dancing lustily before me, the silky robe slid from her pale, perspiring body. And there revealed to my astonished eyes, and in all their glory, were her bouncy, tan-nippled boobs. She continued to softly dance bare-footed and stark naked right infront of her only son. When her thickly muscled thighs parted or dipped, I saw the forest of moisture-rich curls reaching from her vulva to her ass. And when she bent her knees, I caught my first glimpse of mother’s pouty outer lips. I watched in sublime satisfaction mixed with wary temptation as my mom performed this erotic come-on. My own body was drenched in sweat and my frame felt too tight for the rippling sensation under my skin.
I was so caught-up in this exotic strip-tease, that I failed to readily notice Queenie’s hand now clamped tightly around my throbbing erection. My own grandmother was slowly and steadily stroking my solid, straining cock to it’s fullest dimensions, as I watched enthralled, her daughter undress for me. Her thumb flicked daringly around the soft, fleshy rim of the gigantic, mushroomed head. Her other hand, moistened by her serpentine tongue, briskly rubbed the length of my swollen prick, and deftly tickled my full ball-sac. The silky touch of Brea’s fingers over the exposed, blue veins of my cock, brought my engorged piston to a fevered pitch.
I lost track of the music or of any other of the group’s members. My twisted emotions and volcanic cock were wholly centered on the erotic manipulations of my grandma’s hands and my mom’s tits. Brea’s quick, rough agitations on my cock brought things to a boiling point and my body squirmed in my seat, because I knew it was ready to explode.
Brea’s eyes widened when she noticed the same sensation, and I saw her usually sullen demeanor break into a full-toothed smile. Then she did something even more odd. I saw her nod and wink to my mom, whom I had nearly forgotten was in the room like all the others. The dungeon-like chamber was now in total shadow, and my mother appeared in a reddish glow, kneeling between my legs, naked. With her mother’s hands still gripped tightly around my trembling pole, her lips parted hungrily and she sucked-in the domed head of my cock just as I spilled my seed.