“I’m not done yet,” Tom said, pushing her back down onto the table as he continued to saw his cock in and out of her ass. “Your mother is one of the world’s great fucks,” he panted, smiling at John. “She’s beautiful and all three of her holes love cock. And she can cum like nobody else if you know how to stimulate her the right way, like this,” he said, grasping her clit between his fingers and squeezing and pulling on it.
And indeed John watched as his mother writhed on the table as an orgasm swept through her body. He could see her pussy juices flowing from her gaping hole down to coat Tom’s cock as it slid in and out of her ass.
“Oh, god, no,” Karin cried as her orgasm controlled her body, Tom’s cock relentlessly sawing in and out of her ass.
“Here, John, you do this for me,” Tom panted, releasing Karin’s clit.
“Oh, god, no, please,” Karin cried as she watched her son reach between her legs and grasp her clit between his thumb and index finger, squeezing it and sending her over the edge again in an uncontrollable orgasm while Tom’s cock continued to pump her ass.
John loved the feeling of rubbing his mother’s big thick clit back and forth between his fingers. It was soft and hard at the same time and deliciously slippery. He saw her hole drooling juices and without thinking slid his other three fingers into his mother’s pussy. He was surprised to feel her pussy grasp his fingers and literally suck them in. He could feel Tom’s cock sliding back and forth through the membrane separating her pussy from her ass and his mother was writhing on the table as she came over and over again. He began to plunge his fingers in and out of his mother’s pussy, finger fucking her while he continued to manipulate her clit.
“Oh, god, I’m going to cum,” Tom groaned, and John indeed felt Tom’s cock seem to get larger through the membrane. John felt Tom’s cock actually spurt as he began to shoot cum into his mother’s ass, then Tom pulled his cock from her ass and began to shoot his cum all over her pussy, covering John’s fingers as well. John continued to finger fuck his mother, rubbing Tom’s cum all over her pussy as her orgasm too began to subside.
“Put your fingers in her mouth,” Tom instructed John, a big smile on his face.
Reluctantly John removed his hand from his mother’s pussy, cum covering his fingers along with her copious juices. He moved to a position at the table where he was standing right next to her shoulder, seeing her head back, her mouth open as she gasped for breath, her breasts heaving with big hard nipples sticking prominently upright begging for attention. Tentatively John reached out with his gooey cum-covered hand and held it just above his mother’s open panting mouth. As he did so a gob of cum slid from his finger into his mother’s mouth. He watched as she closed her mouth, swallowing it, then opened it again as she continued to gasp for air. John lowered his fingers into his mother’s mouth, feeling her soft tongue meet them, then her lips closing on his hand as she sucked and licked Tom’s cum and her own juices from his fingers. With his other hand John reached out and covered one of her breasts, his fingers finding and squeezing her hard nipple as she sucked his hand clean.
“Maybe you’d better get that homework you forgot and get to school,” Tom said to him, shaking him out of his trance as he jerked his hand from his mother’s mouth.
John ran to his room, grabbed his homework and ran back to the kitchen to get to the garage and his bicycle. As he ran through the kitchen, he saw that Tom had moved around and was again feeding his cock to his mother’s sucking mouth. He couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed, and done himself. No wonder Kelly was the way she was, he mused, she was just like their mother.
He got to school in time to turn in his homework before the bell rang dismissing the class. He went looking for Kelly and finally found her in the cafeteria where she was sitting and talking with Becky Henderson. He couldn’t believe the coincidence. When Kelly saw the look on his face, she knew that something had happened.
“John, what’s the matter?” she asked, staring at him.
“I’ll tell you later,” he said, not wanting to upset Becky or give away their secret.
“It’s okay, tell me now,” Kelly insisted, not having any idea of what he wanted to tell her.
“Oh, I think it should wait,” John advised, glancing at Becky.
“Becky won’t tell anybody, will you, Becky?” Kelly replied, turning to her friend.
“I promise,” Becky agreed, crossing her heart.
“I don’t think you want to hear this, Becky,” John told her, noticing how nice she looked sitting next to Kelly.
“Well, if you can tell Kelly, surely you can tell me, too,” she replied.
“Well, it’s about your father,” John said in warning, both to her and especially Kelly.
He saw Kelly start when he said that and saw that she realized that maybe he shouldn’t say anything, but by now it was too late, Becky was insisting.
“If it’s about my father, I definitely want to hear it,” she insisted.
“You won’t like it,” John told her flatly.
“Well, that’s a chance I’ll take then,” she decided, frantic now with her need to know what John thought was so serious.
“Well, I warned you,” John told both of them, staring at Kelly and slightly shaking his head from side to side.
“Maybe he shouldn’t tell us,” Kelly said, suddenly not sure that she wanted Becky to hear what John had to tell her.
“No, if it’s about my father, I have a right to know what it is,” Becky insisted, starting to become mad.
“Fine,” John agreed. “But I warned you, remember. When I went back to get my homework, I saw your father’s car at our house.”
“So what? He works with your father. Is that so unusual?” Becky asked.
“Well, my father wasn’t home,” John replied. “But my mother was.”
“Well, he probably dropped something off,” Becky suggested.
“Yes, he definitely dropped something off,” John agreed, a smile on his face as he remembered. “But it wasn’t for my father, it was for my mother.”
“So what? What did he drop off?”
So John told them what he had seen, conveniently leaving out his active part in the fun.
“That’s a lie!” Becky shouted, jumping to her feet. “My father would never do something like that.”
“You think I make up stories about my mother like that?” John asked her, angry that she challenged his word. “I’ll bet he comes by every morning before he goes to work.”
“You’re a liar!” Becky shouted at him, tears forming in her eyes. “My father loves my mother.”
“I don’t think this has anything to do with love,” John said. “It was just sex.”