I could see him very clearly; he was only wearing his boxers now and hand was moving rapidly at his dick as he watched us fuck. I began pulling and twisting my nipples violently as I stared at him with my mouth open wide and an expression of shock and deviant lust in my eyes. My legs were practically behind my head and my heels were flailing in the air with each stab of my husband’s dick. In a moment of unbridled nastiness I stuck out my tongue and let a large blob of drool drain onto my tortured tits as I stared directly into my son’s horny eyes.
My son’s hard dick erupted in his hand, long strings of hot, white cum shot straight up to his chin and all over his chest until his whole torso was gleaming and wet with it. “OH GOD, FUCK YOUR MOMMA.” I screamed and came instantly and harder than ever before. My entire body was convulsing violently as my husband slammed his dick deep into my sloshing pussy. Wave after wave surged through me and the thought of what was happening caused me to cum over and over again.
With a growl my husband disengaged from my pulsing, squirting cunt to unload his sperm into my face. With my son still watching me, I opened my mouth and tried to catch as much of it as possible. “Oh God, Oh my GOD.” Was all I could mutter as I watched my son disappear from the door and I swallowed James’ sperm.
As we lay side by side in silence, basking in the endorphin high and catching our breath, my mind tried to get itself around the surreal experience that just occurred in our house. I slept like a rock that night and didn’t tell James that Mark had watched us until much later. That was our little secret.