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Sharing a MILF with her Son

Later that week we finally got together again. This semester, we had designated Thursday afternoon as pizza on campus day. I had an afternoon Chem Lab but everyone else had evening classes so they came early and I arrived when I could. I was late, later than usual. Annie called me while I was walking to the pizza parlor to tell me that Sid was leaving Sunday. She sounded wistful, like she wanted to talk but I was on a mission and had no wish to discuss it with her. I would think about it later. Most of the pizza was gone by the time I arrived, the assholes. They offered to order one for me and I let them. I had had nothing to eat all day and was famished.

We had all talked during the week but seemingly by some mutual understanding, the taking of Annie had not been part of our hurried conversations. No one mentioned her, her fantasy or fantasies to be accurate or the pact taking her implied. She had served her purpose. We did not discussed what it was like to share a woman, to be inside her while she took cocks in her other holes. We acted almost like nothing had happened. We joshed and bantered till my pizza arrived and then Landon sat down on the chair like a normal person and everyone followed. He usually sat on the back of a chair with his butt on the back and feet on the seat, balancing. Everyone but Brent and I were following suit. The wait staff glared at us but we did not hurt anything and were generous with tips so they usually left us alone in our remote corner of the mostly empty room. We met around 4 before the rush and before class. The assholes came early and ordered and ate before I arrived. Now I understood why.

"Sonny, we got to talking before you arrived." Landon began.

For a moment apprehension tightened my stomach.

"Last Sunday, was, fucking phenomenal!" Landon spoke conversationally and thus somewhat incongruously. "Having Mrs. Kingston like that, well, it was great! You demonstrated a real talent in how you managed the whole scene. You have had all the MILFs and I wanted to get everyone together to make sure no one was having second thoughts."

"We aren't." Sammy said.

"Right. We aren't." Landon echoed. "In fact, if I would characterize the mood of the guys lined up behind you, I would say they are impatient. However, I have counseled them, based on your performance thus far, I have counseled to allow you to guide us to the promise land and not get freaky about things."

"We will not fuck anyone without your say so." Brent elaborated.

Landon nodded.

I pulled at a beer, thinking furiously. But my fucking phone rang. I answered and a breathy voice whispered into my ear. "Are you alone?" Alissa Honeywell sighed into my ear.

"Yeah, I am at the pizza place with the guys."

"Do you remember what I told you?" Alissa murmured. When I did not respond, she went on. "About being had on my back? I am inviting you to give me my fantasy now. Would you like that?"

"Sure, mom. I can pick you up in maybe fifteen or twenty minutes." I said. The funny thing was that I did need to pick mom up in twenty or thirty minutes.

"In twenty minutes, I will open the door to my garage. Park inside. Close the door. Take me, any way you want. Bye." Mrs. Honeywell clicked off.

I was left staring at the guys with my cock growing, a pizza slice in one hand and my phone in the other. Inspiration struck so hard I got hard.

"Got to go pick up your mom?" Landon said.

Something about the way he said it seemed odd. When I glanced at him, I could clearly see the gleam of lust in his eyes. I could not stall these guys off from the MILFs for long. But MILFs in the wild were dangerous and skittish and had to be handled with care. They had to listen. I grunted, put away the phone and continued eating.

"Anyway, Sonny, I just want to tell you, for all of us, thanks for getting us this far. Brent told us about how you shared your mom and Mrs. Wills with him and, fuck, that sounded great. But, Sonny, don't wait too long."

I regarded Landon with a stiff prick in my pants which was likely destined to go spelunking in a very willing cunt in a few minutes. His implied warning did not dent my resolve. "No worries, boys. But I will not make any MILFs before it is time. If you rush it, we may see it all come apart. MILF making is an art, not a science and the project plan is event driven. Just remember Sunday. I got us that far. Let me work out how to get us the rest of the way."

"You don't have a plan?" Brent asked.

I shrugged. "My dad used to say that he had lots of theories about how to raise k**s before he had k**s. Once he had real live c***dren, he discovered they did not know any of his theories. Same with MILFs. You might be able to make it a science, Brent, but I think my way will always be more fun for everyone. Let me do it my way and I think you all will be pleased, everyone will be pleased."

Brent held up a hand. "I know but, Sonny, I have to ask. Did you fuck my mom Sunday night?"

I goggled and hesitated. Brent did not seem to notice.

"When she got home, she was dressed in a long coat and a negligée." He looked at me out of the corner of his eyes. "Did she come home earlier? While you were upstairs?"

I nodded. "She watched us fuck Annie, saw most of it. So, yes, I fucked her before I had Annie suck my cock. Both times. Annie knew I was dipping my wick but licked me completely clean anyway."

"Fuck me." Sonny grunted. "It is raining pussy for this guy!"

Brent nodded. "Wasn't that the time to share?" He looked pissed and I understood what had happened. Landon had talked him down, likely all week.

I returned his baleful stare. "Brent, darling, I fucked your mother because you were not ready to do it yourself. She wants what Annie got. All of it and maybe more. Even you, perhaps, especially you. She watched Annie suck you and fuck you and all she wanted was cock. Mine was handy. The first time, with each MILF, they should be the main, likely the only attraction for us. That makes them feel at ease, without competition or challenge. Before we get them together as a group, they all need to have done their sons. You guys. That is a tricky dick for them, like taking your cock up the ass, Brent my dear, is going to take some doing and some woman is going to have to get brave before they get stretched. And loose because you will stretch her beyond . . . well, beyond. Otherwise you will be riding the narrow river or going down the throat. I am working on sharing the MILFs but this is new for them too. I think they will, I mean I think each will eventually do the Annie. But just because I think there is potential does not mean I know how to do them all today. Besides, no one wants to do them all today."

"I do." Sammy quipped.

I ignored him, but with effort. The fucker was funny and I did not want to laugh in front of Brent's . . . concern. "I did not go looking for her, she asked for it. When she saw Annie riding you, she demanded it. But Brent, once we were done with Annie, do you think we had much left to give mommie dearest?"

"But you did not tell us." Brent muttered.

"That is his call." Chris said softly. "We used him to get this far, you have no right to be pissed off if he keeps fucking your mother. Or mine for that matter. What are you going to do when you come home and catch them doing each other in the living room?"

"Good question." Landon said, looking over at Brent. "You did his mother and Chris' mother and did not bother to mention it and I do not care why or if Sonny suggested you keep quiet. Your choice and you did not say anything so your question is stupid. Cut it out. In the end, the whole issue is this, do you trust Sonny or not?"

For a moment no one moved. Then Brent nodded, flushing. "Of course." He looked at me. "I trust you, Sonny. Whatever that means, I think you are going to share the MILF list."

"Then what is the fucking problem, Brent?" Landon pressed.

Brent shook his head. "I don't know. I think seeing her sneak back into the house in nothing but a nighty shook me. The idea that my mother was out fucking around . . . I knew it was stupid but I felt it." He looked round at the rest of us. "You might too. If you do feel it, if you get pissed at Sonny or any of us, call Landon first and Landon, you can call me. We need to be careful and not run off half-cocked. It could be bad for everyone. Agreed?"

Everyone nodded.

"No jumping to conclusions without talking it over with someone else. It is easy to get irrational when it comes to mommie dearest." Landon said.

"And no jumping mommy without Sonny's approval." Sammy added. He looked like he thought he was being helpful.

I hated to crush him. Sammy was great at keeping everyone light and making a good time better but his common sense was rare. He helped us not take ourselves too seriously and we kept him from ever taking himself seriously while directing him in the ways he should go. I shook my head and held up my hands. "Wait a minute, right there. Let's be clear. If anyone has a shot at mommy or any of the MILFs, be my guest. I have had them but they are emphatically not mine. My objective is to move the sharing along. If you have an opportunity, grab it."

Everyone nodded.

Brent looked at me with an intense gaze. "I think seeing her dressed like that, it made me wonder if she was really fucking around. I guess I feel relieved that you were doing it and thought I was angry with you. Now that I know it was you, I guess I am relieved. The idea of her hunting for cock on the open range sort of rattled me. Sorry, man."

I nodded but I was distracted. The germ of the idea I had earlier had grown and now it bloomed. "Sammy, when is your class over?"

"Usually around eight unless we get to talking. Existential philosophy does not obey something so mundane as a clock with a sweep hand." Sammy said with a grin.

"How about digital?" Chris said in his quiet voice.

I ignored him too, though I was surprised at him; Chris was usually not given to sotto voce humor. "Doing anything after?"

"No plans."

"I might come by later. I have to run and get mom. See you guys later. We straight?"

Everyone nodded and we banged knuckles and I whipped out of the pizza parlor. At my car, I verified that the two scarves I had borrowed from Mrs. Wills were still in the backseat. I d****d them over the passenger seat and went to meet Mom.

I cruised by the entrance to the mall and Mom opened the door and got into the car. "Mom, are the girls home?"

"Tawny is I think. Georgia and Dalia will be home for supper."

I pulled one of the scarves loosed from under her shoulder and d****d it over her shoulder. "You won't be. If you need to call anyone to let them know you are going to be late, do it now."

Mom stared at me and then nodded. She opened her phone and made two calls, canceling her evening, clearing her schedule. She took the scarf in her hands as I drove. "Where did you get this?"

"Take off your bra." Mom wore a brilliant white turtle neck, tight, snug about her body. Her tits looked huge, like mounds of ice cream or mountains in a topsy turvy world. We traveled several blocks before she pulled the shirt loose from her pants, reached behind her and unhooked the bra. She then did the 'take off the bra without taking off the shirt' trick and held it out to me. I tossed it into the back seat. "I know a place that is empty and I can get in. But I do not want you do know where you are. I am going to take you there and take you there." I pulled into a church parking lot. "Turn." I pulled her round so her back was to me. I rolled the scarf into a band and tied it snuggly around her eyes. "You are going to be fucked blindfolded." I said softly.

I took a confusing path out of the mega-church's parking lot so she could not keep track of my direction and drove directly to the Honeywell residence. It was the house with the open garage door. I pulled inside and turned off the car. "Wait here, till I come get you. I need to make sure no one is home."

I got out and hit the button to close the garage door. A car eased bye out on the street but I do not think they noticed or cared what was about to happen. I went up the steps to the kitchen door of the Honeywell house. It opened into the kitchen. It was around five and the sun was already fading, giving the place that brassy glint that late afternoon sun creates, tinting all the colors with shadows and shine.

My first instinct was to call out but I had a feeling I knew where I would find the erstwhile Mrs. Honeywell. I walked through the kitchen and living room back through the house to the master bedroom, the door was ajar and a wavering golden light shone beyond the slit. I gently pushed open the door and my imagination meshed perfectly with reality. Alissa lay on her belly on the bed. Naked, with her hands shackled above her head.

"Sonny? Is that you?" She whispered. She shifted so she could look over her shoulder at me, raising her bare ass a bit.

My cock was already hard from having my mom give me her bra. This sight did nothing to reduce inflation. I knew what Alissa wanted. Beside the bed, on the nightstand was a smooth paddle. Beside it was a bottle which, as I approached the bed, I could see was lubricant. I smiled. I should go to Vegas. But this woman was in for a huge surprise. Maybe two.

I bent over her chocolate body and kissed each cheek of her ass at the inflected curve.

"Ohhhhh Sonny! I have thought of nothing but you since you took me last."

I stepped away from the bed and unbuttoned my shirt.

Alissa lay her head on her upper arm and crossed her ankles. Her eyes watched me as I pulled the shirttails loose and shucked the shirt onto the floor. I unbuckled the belt, unfastened my pants and slowly drew my zipper down over the arch of my stiff prick, careful to keep my hands out of her line of sight.

"Sonny? What are you doing? Why are you in my bedroom while I am naked like this?"

"I am going to give you something the like of which you have never seen." I muttered, peeling my tight jeans down my thighs. Once again, the fucking genius forgot his shoes and I had to stop and untie my running shoes to get them off. Weak ankles. Then I took off my jeans. I just needed practice and by far, this was the most fun sport I could practice. I just needed repetition to polish my performance. Alissa did not seem to mind watching.

When I got my pants off and only had my briefs on, I stopped and approached the woman. Her eyes were a bit below my arching cock but never left it. Close to her face, right at the edge of the bed, I pulled the briefs out and then slid them down over my cock, revealing head and shaft in a slow unveiling, rather like the fan dancer of legend. Oh, how times had changed.

"Gawd, Sonny!" Alissa breathed. "I am so wet for you."

"I am going to tease you, Alissa. I will fuck you, but you have to promise me to be completely silent or I swear I will gag you."

My words registered and worked confusion into the expression of lust on her beautiful face. She lifted her head a little to look more fully at me. "What do you mean? Be quiet?"

I dropped my shorts and stepped out of them, naked. I climbed onto the bed, planting my ass on her upper thighs and leaned forward to grasp the cuffs which hooked her to the bed. In that position, my cock fell neatly into the crack of her ass, snuggling into her cleft with loving memory. I glanced at the clock on the far side of the bed. I had time, but I needed to pace myself to make this all work right.

I unhooked the first cuff and pulled it through the lattice of the headboard to the other hand and freed her. "Turn over."

"Why? What about . . .?"

I kissed her on the lips to silence her. I did not want her demanding her fantasy. That is not how the best fantasies happen, by surprise and without expectation. They come to you, drifting out of the unseeable future like a single snow flake settling down onto your tongue the day before Christmas, an harbinger of a fulfilling fantasy. I had figured that out. Besides, what was about to happen to her was going to exceed her fantasy by several orders of magnitude . . . I hoped.

"Turn over." She did so that I was sitting across her hips, my balls dangled onto her bare crotch and my steely cock bobbed over her belly button. She stared down at me.

"Gawd but I want you right now." She hissed like it was an imprecation rather than a plea.

I reshackled her arms and arranged the four pillows so she was sitting up with her arms comfortably shackled to the sides about even with her ears, forming comfortable L's. "Mrs. Honeywell, have you ever watched another woman be fucked?"

Alissa's eyes bulged and her mouth opened in surprise. She shook her head.

"She is in the garage. In the car, and I am going to bring her in here and fuck her while you watch. She is blindfolded and will not know you are there unless you make a sound. Do you think you can keep quiet or do I need to gag you?"

For a few moments, Alissa merely stared at me. Then her risk assessment brain took over. "You cannot be serious! You cannot bring another woman here and fuck her. She'll know I am here."

"Not if you keep quiet." I responded.

"It is too risky. What if she figures out where she is? What if she recognizes my house?"

"That will not matter, trust me. You will see but I think it will be much more enjoyable if you keep quiet and just watch. When I am done with her, I will take her away. I will come back and ask if you want her to watch while I give you what you want. If you do, I will and she will. If you don't, I will take her home and then return to finish with you. Will you be alone tonight? Do you have time?"

Alissa shifted around to get comfortable against the headboard and pillows. "Sam is away. But Sammy's class is over at 8." She smiled. "I have a business trip tomorrow and will be gone till Sunday. I thought I would be more focused if I . . . . " She stuttered to a stop.

I smiled. "Had me?" I prompted.

"Got you out of my head, off my mind." She looked at me then, a nervous, oddly shy smile on her full lips. "If I got what I wanted," she whispered.

I leaned over and kissed her. The urge to caress her body nearly unhinged me but I wanted her untouched till later, piqued with desire, anxious for what was coming. I wanted her ready for anything. She kissed me back with a surging passion. My cock pressed against her soft belly and bent between us. Her hands pulled at the shackles, making them clink on the metal.

I broke the kiss and sat back. "I think you will enjoy this but you have to be quiet or, well, things might get complicated." Complicated in a good way, I hoped.

Alissa's eyes got wide and she gasped. "Ohhhhhhh! I understand! This is that 'other woman'? You want to . . . are you going to show me off? Do you want her to watch us? To keep her from, a, from crowding you . . .?"

"You mean 'stalking me'? Sort of. You'll see. But you must keep quiet or you will lose the option to say 'no' and she will know you are here. That could ruin everything." I did not think so if I knew my own mother beyond just the Biblical way the Puritans referred to so quaintly.

Alissa nodded, happy, proud and naked all at once. "I promise. I will be quiet. I promise."

Then I did something that surprised even me. I parted Alissa's legs and entered her, pressing my cock into her sopping depths. She grunted in surprise as I bottomed out in her cunt and then sought to kiss me but I was already retreating. My cock popped free of her clasping cunt with a wet cluck and I was getting off the bed. Alissa's eyes were closed but her hips were pumping up and down on the bed. Not furiously but languorously, like she was savoring the moment just passed. I stood beside her and kissed her again. "Quiet, now, right?"

She nodded, only opening her eyes to look at me after her hips stopped moving. "Gawd, Sonny! I am so turned on! Did you see the . . . "

I kissed her again. And then withdrew from the room, leaving the door ajar. The candles which lit the dim room flicked with my passing and the light heaved. I padded, naked through the Honeywell house to the kitchen. I guess I got over my reluctance to be naked in someone else's house. Sammy had a pair of flipflops by the door which I slipped on to go into the garage. My mother sat in the car, illuminated by the diffused light from the garage window but nothing else. I padded around and opened her door.

"Sonny?" She asked, turning her head towards the sound.

"Yes. This place is perfect for what I have in mind."

"What took you so long?" She put out her hand and encountered my bare leg. "Oh. Oh!" She said and smiled. She moved a hand over towards my cock and I backed away. I was going to let her taste another woman on me but I realized soon enough that it would ruin the surprise. Surprises. All of them. I pulled away from her and helped her out of the car. I pressed her against the car and grabbed the red scarf from the seat. I wiped off my cock with it.

"Come with me, Mom." I said softly. "Have you ever been fucked blind folded before?"

She shook her head. Her breast bobbed like billowing sails in a gusty wind under the tight, white sweater. I caressed them for a few moments then closed the car door and led her by the hand to the stairs.

"Mom, we cannot use the bed or anything. I am going to do you on the floor of someone else's house. Suck me till I come, then get me hard again and I will fuck you. Okay?"

She was speechless, panting with anticipation but she nodded.

I led her carefully through the house, down the hall to the door to Alissa's room. I pushed it open. Alissa sat on her bed, staring at me. I moved to the side and let the light from the candles and the dying day fall on my mother's face, watching Alissa.

The black woman's face expanded with shock and something else which I chose to call lust but I could not be sure. She was naked on the bed, shackled so the gasp that cut the atmosphere was surely unintentional.

"What was that?" Mom asked.

I kicked the door. "Nothing. Come on." I maneuvered her into the room and closed the door, the 'clunk' echoed. Mrs. Honeywell sat completely still on the bed. I led my mother to the space between the bed and the vanity dresser and stopped her. The dresser had a small stool. I moved it away and then turned to my mother and kissed her. Her arms went around my neck and she kissed me back. Her body seemed alive with tension and arousal. Her hips slapped at me like lapping waves, easy, calm but insistent and constant. Her lips were soft and luxurious and the moment I felt them part and the tip of her tongue touch me, I lost track of where I was. One hand clinched her ass and I turned her so her back was to Alissa. My other hand ran under her white sweater and onto the cool skin of her back.

Mom sighed into my mouth. I continued to kiss her, sucking at her lips and running my tongue against the roof her mouth. She grunted when I squeezed her ass cheek. I caressed her bare back inside the sweater till I broke the kiss. She was panting and I was breathless myself. I took hold of the sweater and pulled it up her body, hooking for a moment on her boobs before shifting it around them. Her arms extended up, giving me the pose I needed to remove it. I moved her around to face the bed and bent to kiss her right breast. She moaned as my lips feathered along the slope of the breast. I circled and then found her nipple and gently lapped at it with my tongue.

"Oh Sonny! Oh gawd, Sonny, how you make me feel! Oh yes, suck it please, suck it!"

I didn't. I moved to the other and repeated the performance. Mom's body swayed. I straightened and looked over at Alissa. She was staring at us, her hands completely limp in the shackles, her hips flexing up and down in a slow, measured rhythm. Her eyes met mine and she swallowed. I returned to my mother's tits, this time kneeling and kissing her tummy and up between them before finally tonguing her nipple again. Mom grunted and pressed her body at me but I moved to the other breast and immediately fastened my mouth over the nipple and sucked it hard.

"Aaaaeeeeyaaahhh!" Mother cried. "Oh, Sonny!"

I sucked her hard and she nearly fell. My hands were on her hips and I steadied her. Then I put my hands to her hips and pulled her pants down, a pair of purple sweat pants together with the panties underneath them. I pulled off her sneakers and socks. Then she was naked. I stood, still with the red scarf around my neck and moved behind Mom. I pulled her hands back and began to tie her wrists.

"Sonny, what are you doing?"

"I am going to tie you up." I said.

"Oh." She said.

I had expected more reaction, more objection but she said nothing. I wound the soft cloth as I had done with Annie, around her wrists and forearms and tied it off below her elbows. I glanced behind me and saw the stool and my plans all changed. I moved close to my mother, hands on her hips and began to kiss her neck.

She crooned. "Gawd, Sonny, I love it when you kiss my neck. I am so wet. I want you inside me immediately." She arched her back and her ass caressed my crotch and cock. We were both bare and my drizzling cock painted the cleft of her ass. She shuddered. I ran my hands around her and then clasped both breasts and she shuddered again, more intensely.

On the bed Alissa's head was sagging but her eyes remained on us. Her hips continued to hump the dry air. She lay back on to the pillows and the bed creaked. She froze.

Mom did not react except with a grunt when I pinched her nipples with both hands. Her head dropped back onto my shoulder, her fluid body coating me like paint.

Alissa opened her legs wide and I could see the glistening film on her bare pussy. That pose, however, proved unsatisfying to her and she closed her legs and began to rub her thighs back and forth together, seeking some stimulation beyond what her eyes and ears afforded her. She lay back and watched as one of my hands eased across my mother's belly, down into the mound above her pussy till a finger grazed her clit. She yelped and jerked in my arms. I ran a finger up and down the lips of her pussy. She muttered in the daze which enveloped her, talking to her passion and bargaining with my teasing fingers. Her hands and arms were behind her, clinched between us but her ass continued to grind against me.

I pulled away from her, leaving her writhing in the room's cooling air. For a moment I thought she would bend over right there and I would have to mount her. But slowly, carefully, she got to her knees, almost losing her balance a time or two. Then, she opened her mouth and became still.

I moved close and pivoted her a little so Alissa would be able to watch my cock enter the open maw that would suck me. I was shivering with excitement. Alissa's eyes were glazed with arousal and she kept licking her lips while her thighs massaged her pussy. I took light hold of my cock and painted Mom's lower lip with it. She touched her tongue to the end and then flattened it and held still. I lay my cock on the tray of her tongue and her mouth closed.

Alissa groaned on the bed but Mom groaned at the same time so she did not seem to notice. Mom sucked me into her mouth, pulling at my cock till it was half its length past her sealing lips. She laved my cock with her tongue and then pressed her head forward and my cock slipped all the way down her throat. My mother exhaled and pulled back, letting my cock free of her sucking mouth. She licked and kissed at it, careful not to lose contact. She did it all by feel and without hands while she teetered on her knees. I steadied her a time or two before bending a little to grasp one of her nipples and squeezed it hard. She sucked me fully into her mouth again and this time she blew through her nose and swallowed around the end of my cock lodged in her throat.

On the bed, Alissa was motionless, staring with rapt attention and frozen delight.

Mom began to furiously suck at my cock, blowing and inhaling through her nose as she sucked at me and then the orgasm flickered near me, a blinding crash which closed my eyes and then it flashed and I was coming. I gripped Mom's shoulders and pumped my cock into her mouth and throat. She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, massaging my cock with her mouth and throat with such pleasure she must have extended my climax. Finally, the jerking in my body stalled and Mom relaxed her hold on my cock enough that I could pull free of her throat and mouth. I picked up her sweater and swiped her mouth and tits, removing the gobs of liquid that had bubbled around her lips and run down her chin.

My mother sat back on her heels. Alissa was grunting on the bed and Mom was turning her head as though she were listening. I waved at Alissa but her eyes were closed. "Mom, that was great!" I said. I helped her to her feet. She swayed and pressed her boobs against me, sighing with the contact. "Now for something completely different!" I muttered.

"Anything, Sonny. So long as you mount me soon. Gawd, I am gushing. I am going to stain the carpet."

"I doubt the owners will mind much. If they catch us, you have to fuck them all."

Mom merely moaned at the thought as I turned her around and pressed her to her knees again. I pulled the vanity stool in front of her and tossed her sweater over it. "Lean over this, Mom. I have a surprise for you." She felt the square, four-legged stool with a plush cushion under her belly and bent over it. She found her balance and then lifted her ass. I think she anticipated something besides what was coming. I stepped to the nightstand and picked up the paddle.

Alissa hissed on the bed, gasping and then sank back into the pillows, the chains clinking with her movement.

"What was that?" Mother asked, turning her head.

I stepped to her ass and brought the paddle down hard on one cheek. "Our audience."

Mother shrieked, as much from surprise as pain. "What the hell, Sonny! What are you doing?"

I struck her again but this time she did not scream. I was gentler perhaps so all she did was grunt. "You remember I told you about fucking Mrs. Honeywell?" I struck my mother's ass again.

She hissed and then dropped her butt, laying fully on the stool now, her hands pulled up and out of the way at the small of her back.

Alissa stared, her face a mask, so far beyond shock that it seemed to be pulled out of shape into something without expression, unresponsive but conveying her astonishment now repeated anew. She was far past her normal capacity for wonder, affected in another fashion beyond the sight of a man getting his cock sucked by his naked mother on her bedroom floor while she watched naked from her own bed.

I struck my mother's ass again and this time she moaned. "Alissa told me something that fascinated me. She wanted me to spank her ass and then roll her onto her back and fuck her with her ass steaming hot from the spanking." I struck my mother's ass again, but harder.

"I have never beaten a woman's ass. Or fucked her after she was spanked, for that matter. I thought I would do that for her. I wanted to practice on someone and Mother . . . . " I bent down and kissed her straining back, on the shoulder blade while caressing her breasts. " . . . I thought of you." I struck her again, very hard this time.

Mother shook when the blow fell. The paddle made a satisfying 'thwack' on her ass, like the crack of a shot. "Mom, have you ever been spanked and then fucked?"

Mother shook her head. I struck her again. "Mother, have you ever been spanked and fucked?" I struck her again.

"No. No. NO!" Mom cried. "I struck her again. "Oh, gawd no!" She screamed. Her body seemed to quiver and then her torso lifted and dropped and her hips hammered downwards. "Sonny, please touch me. Fuck me, Sonny! Oh gawd I never imagined!"

I struck her ass again. "Neither," I struck her again. "Did," I struck her again. "I," I struck her again, harder each time. Then I dropped the paddle, got behind her, dividing her legs and pulled her ass higher. My cock found the gushing entrance to her pussy and I shoved into her, sinking a few inches before her spasming pussy stopped my descent into the depths of her pleasure.

"Gawd, gawd, gawd!" Mother chanted. "Come, come, cumminnnnnnggggg!" She shrieked. At the end of her chant, she gasped for air and I shoved forward, entering her tight, wet pussy further. Mom grunted and dropped her head and her body quaked, jerking and shivering, balanced precariously on the little vanity stool. "Oh fuck me, Sonny!" She entreated. "Jam your cock all the way into me. I want to feel your prick pierce my body!"

I pulled out, SOB that I am.

"Oh gawd!" Alissa groaned from the bed.

"What?" Mom said, trying to focus through the throes of ecstasy.

I waved a hand at Alissa and moved away from my mother's parted thighs. I struck her ass an awkward blow and she merely grunted. "Oh gawd, your cunt is great. I am going to turn your ass red and then fuck you on the floor."

"Yes. Beat my ass red." She echoed airily, intoxicated by this encounter with the boundaries of her own sexual arousal.

I struck her ass, very, very hard. My mother screamed a real scream of pain but laced around the 'yesssss' which was her intended meaning. "Mrs. Honeywell would like to try this." I struck my mother's ass with the paddle. "Do you think she would like it?" I moved the paddle to my other hand and struck her cheek with my open hand. The smack was different and my mother's ass rose with the impact. I left my hand on her skin, caressing her for a moment. I could see liquid flooding her thighs.

"I, I, I . . . ." Mom grunted. She was lying full on her belly which made everything difficult including talking and breathing.

I struck her ass with the paddle, then with the open hand. She groaned.

"I think, I think she will, will love, love it!" Mom managed.

I struck her with an open hand. Then again, once on each cheek.

Mother grunted.

"Oh Christ!" Alissa whispered.

"Christ, oh Christ!" I echoed. I struck my mother with the paddle, once twice, three times on the same cheek and then equally in quick succession on the other cheek but not hard. Then as hard as I could with one hand on each cheek.

"Aaaaiiiiiiiahhhhhaaayaaaahhh!" Mom screamed when my palm struck her ass.

I massaged her flesh. It was warm but not hot. I glanced over at Alissa. She had her head back, eyes closed and her hips were flexing and her thighs clinching. Her lower lip was caught in her perfectly white teeth and she was making little grunting noises. I struck mom with the paddle hard several times till she began to wail. Then I danced over to Alissa and pinched her nipple till her eyes opened. Her eyes were glazed with lust. I put a finger to my lips and she simply shook her head. A sigh whistled past her lips but mom was still squealing.

I returned to Mom's ass and beat her several more times till she was crying continuously. She either could not hear or did not understand that Alissa was grunting and whimpering on the bed. But while I beat my mother's ass, Alissa avidly watched, her head turned, eyes opened while her body twisted and twitched.

I pulled my mother to her feet and she staggered. I unfastened her arms and pulled her down to the floor, first to her knees. I got behind her and entered her. She screamed but pressed her ass back against me, sheathing my cock in her pussy completely in a single stroke. Mom grunted and came as soon as I was securely socketed in her. A secure socket, the phrase suddenly had a whole new meaning for me.

"Back. On my back." Mother muttered, her head down between her arms. I withdrew from her pussy. Her ass was shining scarlet, mottled and hot. I rolled her onto her back. She shrieked when her ass made contact with the carpet. I pulled her sweater from the stool and found her ass lifted above the floor so I easily slipped the sweater under her. I pushed her legs apart and she lost strength and her ass dropped, contacting the floor again. I mounted her then.

My mother screamed the whole time my cock was sinking through her boiling flesh, pinning her burning ass to the floor. Once I was firmly seated in her cunt, she lifted her legs and locked her ankles around my waist and began to hump up at me, pistoning my cock in and out of her or body with incredible speed and skill from her position on her back.

"My gawd!" Alissa said, staring down at us.

I bent forward over my mother's body and began to kiss her breasts. I marked each one with a large bruise which made her roil through another orgasm. Mom seemed to be flowing with them, a river of pleasure, broken with rocks of climax which frothed the flow and made her shudder with pleasure. I found her lips and the kiss we shared stilled us both for a time. Balanced on my elbows, I kissed her tenderly while Alissa watched. Mother's legs remained up and her ass was slightly lifted off her sweater. When I realized she was sparing her ass, I lay down fully on her and clasped her ass in both hands and began to fuck her.

Mom exploded. She screamed. She pleaded. She begged. She cursed. She came and came and came! Then finally, in the wash of her constant orgasm, I came also, filling her completely, pounding her pussy over and over again with load after load of my come. Then exhaustion took hold of me at the same time Mom relaxed. Her legs fell, her arms released me. I pulled out of her and rolled to the side. She pulled the blindfold back into place.

"Gawd, Sonny! What you do to me!" She wheezed. "I do not know what to think. I never imagined . . . I never imagined!"

I helped her to her feet and then walked her out of the room. Watching my cum ooze down her legs, watching the rolling of her hips made me want her again. My own mother! Very few guys are lucky enough to have a true MILF much less actually get to give her the fucking finger of fate like I just did. In the garage, I pushed her down onto the hood of our car and entered her again. She moaned as I pumped into her. After a couple minutes I pulled out. "I need to get our clothes. Stay here." I said.

"Like I could move." She responded.

Certain things just catch the imagination and you pursue them till reality smacks you in the face or, or, or till something else replaces it. When I presented my well-coated cock to Alissa, she tasted it with just the tip of her tongue then closed her eyes and licked me clean. Then she sucked me into her mouth. She sucked me part way and then sucked hard, trying to satisfy the longing in her loins by proxy. She failed, released me and looked up at me.

"Fuck me. Please Sonny, I need it. Now. Put your cock in me."

"Do you want an audience?" The question was calculated to break the fuck trance which controlled her and it did, at least in part.

"Please, enter me. Mount me, Sonny! She is your mother! That is your mother, you just fucked!"

I glanced at the clock. Seven ten. I got between Alissa's legs and slipped my cock completely into her wanton, grunting body.

Alissa sighed and started to lift her legs to lock me in place.

I pulled back and out of her. "Mom is in the garage. Do you want an audience or not? If not, I have to go."

For a long minute, Alissa stared at me. "You fucker. What sort of situation is this? Audience and have your mother know I am a twisted, desperate woman fucking her son or wait here, shackled and hope you get back before my own son comes home and finds me this way? You are not going to release me in any case, are you?"

I smiled. "When does your plane leave?"

"Nine tomorrow morning." Mrs. Honeywell said.

I shrugged. "Before then. So? Decide."

Alissa's eyes left me and pointed into an unseen distance. "I want you to invite your mother to watch us. She already knows. About us, I mean. I want you to bring her in here and fuck me, hard."

"No. But eventually. I'll be right back. Eventually. If she wants to return or I will take her home if she is done. Either way, I will be back." I walked out to the garage. Mother lay placidly on the hood of our car. She turned her head towards me as I descended the stairs. I helped her to stand up. "Do you want to go now? Are you done or do you want to continue?"

Mom turned her blindfolded head several times, listening. "We were not alone in there, were we?"

My mother was no fool. "No." I said.

"So someone just watched you spank then fuck me, right."

"Right."

Mom nodded. "We must be at Honeywell's house. You said this was Alissa's idea."

She got all the clues just right. "Right. She is shackled to the bed. I need to get you home or we need to go fuck her right now."

"We?"

I removed Mom's blindfold. "We. I will fuck her. Well, I may have time to eat her first and then I will fuck her. Once I have filled her up, I want you to go down on her."

"Alissa? You think she will . . . ."

I walked towards the steps and went up a couple. "Coming? I am going to go give the poor woman some relief."

Mom nodded and followed. At the bedroom door I hesitated. Mom bumped pleasantly into me. I moved into the room, going immediately to the bed and bending to kiss Alissa on the mouth. She kissed me back, straining at the shackles. I backed away and got onto the bed. "I think you need some relief, Mrs. Honeywell." I began by kissing her neck and down to her breasts. I took each one in my mouth and sucked on the nipple and sucked lightly on it.

Alissa groaned and arched her body at me, sliding and slumping down till her hands were suspended well above her head and she was prone on the bed.

"Mrs. Honeywell, I understand you have been fucking my son." Mom said behind us.

Alissa's head snapped up. I moved out of the way. Then I resumed kissing her body, sucking on the other nipple while she tried to talk.

"Hello, Cici. Oh, oh, ohhhhh." Alissa moaned as I sucked her breast into my mouth. "Yes, I am your son's woman. Aaahhhh." I kissed her other nipple again and this time I bit down on it and Alissa yelped, her whole body flinching, dislodging my cruel lips.

"You just watched him fuck me." My mother asked.

"Yessssssss." Alissa moaned while I sucked at her breas. I released it and moved down her body. "I watched him spank your ass till it was bright red, too." Alissa said.

"His cum is dribbling down my legs." Mom said.

"Uuugggghhh." Alissa responded as my tongue swabbed her bare crotch. The knot of her clit scrapped along the surface of my tongue. I felt the earth move and looked up to see mom sliding onto the bed from the other side. She bent over and kissed Alissa on the lips, a light, gentle kiss.

"Alissa, what are you going to do for me if I let my son fuck you?" Mom whispered, a stage whisper but still a whisper but one I could clearly hear.

I moved to the chocolate and cherry pussy and ran my tongue down the center of her pink, protruding lips. Aliss'a whole body lurched.

"Alissa! Alissa, look at me." Mom was proving a fun partner.

"What?" Alissa almost shouted.

I pressed my tongue against her lips and entered her as far as a tongue would go before curling it up towards the top of her entrance, searching for the g-spot.

"Alissa, what will you do for me, for us if Sonny fucks you?"

"Anything." Alissa said biting the word off just before screaming at the top of her voice when the very tippy tip of my probing tongue touched the rough skin of her tender g-spot. Then she was coming into my face. I had prepared, wrapping both arms around her thighs so I could ride the wild pussy with my mouth. I clamped down on her spasming cunt and sucked and she quaked, slamming up at me and trying to dislodge me from her tender, sensitive pussy. I sucked and Alissa climaxed, three times; each time her body arched and lifted my body and soul off the bed where her flesh shivered and quaked before dropping back to the bed. The first two times her ass merely bounced up again. With one hand I found her clit and twanged it with a thumb which might have helped. It did not distract her from her orgasmic trajectory. I was so proud I could hang on. I felt like a bronc buster walking away from the encounter with my cowboy hat still on.

The third orgasm left Alissa sated and compliant. She lay still as I untangled from her heaving body and sat between her open legs.

"Alissa?" My mother persisted. "You said anything but I cannot think you mean that. What would Sam think?"

Alissa's eyes were closed. "We are separated. He found a little white girl to fuck." She pulled at the cuffs and the chains rattled. "He packed to be gone a while when he left this time. We talked once but only agreed to take some time. He told me to get laid, said that was what he was going to do. I called Sonny." Alissa opened her eyes.

My mother bent over her and kissed her on the mouth. The kiss became passionate; my mother put a hand on Alissa's breast and Alissa arched her torso into the contact. My mother broke the kiss. "Fuck her, Sonny." She was looking back at me. She bent and kissed Alissa's breast, pulling at the nipple with her teeth then went to the other and did it all again. Alissa made a choking noise deep in her chest and arched under the woman's attention. Alissa shivered with arousal, quivering as we touched her body. She pulled her legs up and parted them further, the invitation in the action as clear as pleading words could be. She opened her eyes and gazed down her voluptuous body at me. "Do as your mother says." She said to me.

I shuffled forward and hooked a finger into her pussy. With the other hand I positioned the cock head at her entrance and bore down. I glanced past my mother's naked back at the clock. Eight o'clock. I had to hurry. I had no more than 30 minutes. Sammy was a creature of habit.

I plunged my cock into Alissa's pussy and its reaction changed my thinking considerably. I needed to stall and the way she was kneading my cock, I would come long before Sammy arrived to find his mother helplessly bound on her bed.

Alissa grunted. Her ass punched up at me and my cock knifed into her furrow to the core of her quivering body. "Oh gawd!" She proclaimed. And then she screamed and her body jerked, the new cock-driven climax controlled her, possessing her body and soul for several minutes while I ploughed her relentlessly and steadily. Her head rolled and whipped about. When I rose up on my arms or sat back on my haunches, my own mother would swoop in and suck at Alissa's tits making the poor woman gasp in the middle of trying to catch her breath. I lay down on Alissa's body and grasping her ass, began to pound into her cunt with increasing ferocity and force. She responded, hunching up at me with remarkable synchronization so that we pounded together at once and pulled apart, titillating the tip of my cock with the rim of her trough for just a shuddering moment at the apex of each stroke before slicing into her convulsing pussy as our bodies slammed together again. We assaulted each other, toiling at our individual passion with complete devotion.

"Ohhhhh fuuuucccckkkk meeeeeeeeee!" Alissa sang as I pounded her. Her body flexed and arched and my climax erupted in me. I felt my mother's hand on my ass, fingering my ass hole again. If she pierced me this time, I thought my head would explode. My body was quaking and jerking as the climax rifled through me, rippling and twitching. Alissa lay beneath me panting and praying to Dionysius or Aphrodite or whoever could help her breathe. I rolled between her and Mom. Mom immediately descended and took my flagging cock into her mouth. She licked the effluvium from it and roused it when I thought it would dissipate completely but I could not get hard again right then. She abruptly pulled her mouth from my cock and climbed between Alissa's legs, pushing them roughly apart.

I glanced at the clock. Eight forty. My how time flies when you are having fun!

"Mrs. Honeywell, my son has a fantasy. You have a fantasy. We think a trade is in order." Mom bent and ran her tongue up the cleft of Alissa's pussy. The black woman convulsed like she had touched a live wire. Her eyes flew open and her hands strained at the chains. When Mom's tongue left her flesh, Alissa's body relaxed.

"A trade?" Alissa muttered. "It is hardly fair to negotiate when I am shackled by chains and lust. Can't we discuss this over wine after you eat me?"

Mom descended again but this time ran her tongue to the top and thence searched out and sucked on the poor woman's clit. Alissa screamed and her body bucked with passion, shaking as she came just a little. Mom released her and sat back again. My cock was fascinated but still seemed lethargic.

"My son wants to make you airtight. You know, mouth, ass, cunt. You want to be spanked and fucked. I propose a trade. You make yourself available to be airtight and we will give you the beating of your life."

It was at that precise moment that I remembered that she had specifically asked for a belt. I rose from the bed and pulled my broad, black belt from the loops of my jeans. I doubled it and slapped it against my hand so hard it stung. "But no paddle, or at least, not just the paddle, Mrs. Honeywell." I muttered. Her eyes fixed on the belt. Alissa Honeywell shivered.

Mom lowered her mouth to the woman's cunt and began to feed. In moments, Alissa's ass was bounding about on the bed. Mom discovered the same thing I had and resorted to a similar tactic, wrapping her arms around Alissa's thighs. My mother proceeded to suck on Alissa's pussy, drawing out the elixir Alissa and I had mixed together there. Alissa grunted.

"Airtight?" I prompted.

"You and who else?" She said, trying to focus on the mouth at her cunt and talk at the same time. She looked at me without turning her head, pulling her eyes high in their sockets.

At that moment, I heard the sound of the car arriving in the drive. I brought the belt down hard on my mother's ass and she raised her head and screamed. I moved to Alissa and kissed her. "I have to go to the car to get something. I'll be right back."

I hoped neither woman had heard Sammy arrive. I got to the door before he did and opened it. His face was so comical when he saw me naked, I felt I might going to giggle myself to death. But I could not even crack a smile. Instead I put a finger to my lips. "Hush, little baby." I whispered.

Sammy glared. "What the fuck, Sonny? What are you doing in my . . . . " He slapped his forehead. "Oh, duh!" He grinned. "I am not the brightest star in the firmament, am I?"

"Just the luckiest." I whispered. "Take off your shoes and be quiet. Go look in your mother's bedroom. I followed Sammy, several steps behind him. He crept back to the door and peered in. The look he gave me was priceless, like a Jewish-Protestant k** first realizing he gets two holidays!

"Holy fuck!" He mouthed, barely making a sound. "What should we do?"

"You should walk in there and fuck my mother. I have. Then fuck yours. I did. I'll be back in a minute." I was high. I scampered out to the garage and retrieved my phone from the car. I called Landon. "Buddy, tomorrow, ten o'clock. Sammy's house. Bring your cock and cancel the rest of the day."

"Tomorrow? I can't I have . . . "

"I do not care if you have a meeting with God, Landon. Ten tomorrow morning." I waited.

After several beats, he said, "that soon." A statement.

"You said don't be slow."

"That is not slow, certainly. Do you want me to call the other guys?"

"Sure. No need to call Sammy. Make sure everyone is here."

"I think maybe Brent has a big test tomorrow."

"No worries, tell him to come when he is done. He got the pussy the whole time last time. We are going to do the Annie but not with Annie."

Again, Landon hesitated. "Mrs. Honeywell?"

"Ten o'clock." I hung up.

By the time I returned to the bedroom, Sammy was fucking my mother. Mom was still wrapped around Alissa's legs and from time to time she would suck on Alissa's pussy but mostly she was chanting about the cock in her pussy. I arrived just about the time Sammy began to pick up speed, his tight black ass blurred as he pounded my mother. She laid her head on Alissa's thigh and held on till the man who was planted in her pussy orgasmed. Sammy wobbled and fell over onto the bed like a felled tree.

Mom crouched between Alissa's legs for several minutes, resting or thinking.

I walked into the room, still naked but aroused from watching my mother get fucked between a shackled woman's legs. I moved to the head of the bed. Sammy rolled to his side and looked up at me. I was so glad we had been naked with another woman before now. He did not look at me for long but resumed studying my mother and his, switching back and forth like he was looking out a train window on a foreign country, afraid he would miss something. I looked down at Alissa, shackled to her own bed. She looked back at me.

"My son just mounted your mother." She said sotto voce.

"I have a favor to ask of you." I said, equally softly. "You are going to be gone, right?"

She nodded.

"Do you mind if we have a party at your house tomorrow, during the day I mean. Just the five of us." I lay a hand on my mother's head, gently stroking her black hair now tousled over her face. She roused a little. "And my mother." I finished the thought.

Mom roused more and sat up. "A party? I have to get to work tomorrow."

"Sick day, Mom. I am going to give you to my friends tomorrow." Now Sammy sat up, well, his eyes opened really. The rest of him remained in the lethargy of a post-orgasmic haze.

Mom, surprisingly, nodded just a bit then actually sat on the side of the bed. I pointed at Sammy. "Take him over to the chair over there and suck his cock. His mother and I have some unfinished business and then we need to go home. The girls will worry."

My mother looked over at Sammy and then nodded, still not talking. She stood up, finding her sea legs or giving them back, maybe. She wavered and balanced like the ground was moving under her then tottered around the bed and rolled Sammy onto his back. She pulled her hair back and kissed him soundly. His cock jerked and began to rise. Mom released his lips and said, "Care to come sit in the cocksucking chair?"

Sammy got up surprisingly slow; his cock beat him upright by several seconds. Mom took him by the hand and placed him in the chair on that side of the bed. He sat forward till she pushed him back into the chair. He understood and slouched. She parted his legs and eased into place between them, took hold of his cock and licked it, the cock so lately planted inside her hallowed grove. She licked and liked and then gradually fit her lips over the head of his cock and it began to disappear into her mouth.

I finally broke my gaze to look down at Alissa. Her eyes were fixed on her naked son and his disappearing cock. I caressed her hair and after a few moments she looked up at me. "Don't worry, Alissa, your turn is coming. But now, we have some unfinished business."

For a moment she did not seem to understand but then her eyes blinked and the light went on. She nodded, though it looked like she could not breathe. I unhooked her arms and she rubbed them then rearranged the bed and lay face down. She grasped the headboard again and I hooked her up again. She moaned as I kissed her bare shoulder. Her ass rose and fell a time or two and then she was still.

I looked about the room for the belt and found it hanging on the foot of the bed. I picked it up and cracked it across my hand. Sammy's head came up. I stared hard at him for a moment and then turned my attention to his mother. "Say it, Alissa." I whispered. But she was too slow. I lifted my arm and the belt whistled through the air and cracked onto her raised ass. Alissa moaned and buried her head between her arms. The cuffs were not far apart but high enough to hold her arms up but left her elbows planted on the bed to cradle her face. I struck her ass again.

"Hey Sonny, what the fuck?" Sammy grunted, trying to set up. Mom sucked hard on his cock just then and he groaned also.

I ignored him. "Say it, Alissa." I whispered again.

She lifted her head and turned to look over her shoulder at her son, or perhaps at the woman sucking his cock, I could not tell. "Sonny, whip my ass with the belt. Make me scream and then fuck me on my back. For that, you can have me as you like, as you said, give me to your friends as you wish. I agree." She turned and dropped her head back into place. The belt fell again and her ass pressed down onto the bed.

Mom came off Sammy's cock. "A pillow." She said, panting, clearly out of breath. "Put . . . a . . . pillow under . . . neath her." Then she put her lips onto Sammy's cock and sucked him out of sight again. Sammy groaned again, the exact same sound and his head dropped.

I retrieved a pillow from the pile beside Alissa and patted her ass. She grunted and lifted and I slipped it under her crotch, propping the cheeks of her ass higher than the rest of her body. When I struck her again, she moaned. The second time, her ass flinched downwards. The third time her head came up. She was panting, blowing her breath out in huge puffs. I struck her ass again and she mewed deep in her throat. I struck her ass again and she turned her head to look at me.

"Fuck me." She breathed.

I struck her ass again. The flesh quivered and her legs went wide then back together.

"Touch me." She muttered.

I struck her ass again.

Alissa groaned loudly this time, so profoundly that Sammy raised his head but his eyes did not open. Mother's cheeks were dimpled and then she blew out and sucked down hard on the cock in her mouth again. I struck Alissa's ass hard, harder than before and she wiggled, twisting her body as though to avoid the next blow. I waited till she lay still and flat again and then I struck her again.

"Eeeooooowwww!" She cried out.

Sammy's eyes did open then.

I moved to the head of the bed. "Get to your knees, Mrs. Honeywell."

Alissa lifted her head and looked through her tousled hair at me and then struggled to get to her knees. The belt descended and she wailed then for I put force and effort into it and the sound of the impact on her hips was loud and sharp.

"Again." She grunted. "More." The words barely eased out of her throat, nearly sticking to her lips. Her hands clung to the metal lattice of the headboard. Her breasts hung below her body. I took the opportunity to pinch a nipple. I pinched it hard and then twisted it, harder. Alissa grunted and spread her legs wider. "Fuck me, oh please fuck me." She groaned.

The belt whistled through the air and then again and again. I fell into a rhythm and soon Alissa Honeywell was yelping at it struck her, then crying out with each blow; 'yes' or 'more' or 'fuck' by turns. Mother rose up from her knees and sat back down on the cock which had been in her mouth, fitting it into her cunt and sinking down onto it without hesitation. Sammy struggled out of the slouch and held her hips but all she did was make little twisting motions while he dried to lift her but did not have enough leverage to accomplish it. Finally he put his hands on her breasts and twisted her nipples. Mom's head snapped back and cracked Sammy on the nose, not hard but enough to give him pause about making surprising moves in that position.

The blows to Alissa ass were increasing but still she chanted. I increased the power and she went silent and then finally began to wail, 'fuck' with each blow till she was screaming the word incoherently. I halted, got on the bed behind her and entered her. Her ass was on fire. I slammed into her and she shoved back, pressing her seared flesh against my belly and thighs. She sloshed when I hit bottom, her liquid gushed onto her legs and mine.

"Oh gawd, sweet mother of gawd, please fuck me, Sonny. I will do whatever you want, just fuck me. On my back . . . now."

I pulled free of her cunt and got to my feet. Much as I wanted to do what she asked, I pointed at my mother. She nodded and made preparations to dismount. I had Alissa freed of the cuffs by the time Mom was standing, holding to the foot of the bed, swaying. I pointed to Sammy and his eyes got wide but then sobered and nodded. He struggled to his feet.

Alissa was on her knees and elbows, her head between her arms on the bed. Her body seemed to quiver. I put a hand on her side and pushed her gently onto her side. She flopped over like a pregnant horse, like a falling house viewed in super slow motion. I rolled her the rest of the way onto her back. Mom came around the bed and stood beside me. I pointed at Sammy and he moved to the side of the bed. Alissa opened her eyes then and looked up at her son, her eyes glistening with the tears the belt cost her. For a minute they watched each other but then she put out a hand, grasped his and pulled it to her breast.

Sammy moaned.

"Fuck me, please." Alissa whispered.

Sammy nodded but did not move.

I pressed mom to her knees and she took my cock into her mouth, sucking me fully down her throat and gagging for her trouble. She came off of is and choked, coughing.

I pointed to Alissa's pussy, lifted high off the bed so her burning ass would not touch. "Fuck her, Sammy." I said. Mom sat on her heels watching them.

Sammy got onto the bed, crawling over Alissa's spread legs. She held his hand the whole time till he knelt at the V of her body, his cock wet with Mom's juice. Sammy took his cock in his hand and placed it at the entrance to Alissa's pussy and pressed forward. It disappeared with a sharp inhale from her and then he was falling forward onto his elbows and knees. His weight contacted her body and his cock sank completely into her steaming depths. Alissa groaned and arched her body, tipping her head back and closing her eyes. Her arms stretched above her head and grasped the metal bars of the headboard. Sammy bent forward and kissed one of her nipples.

"Bite her, Sammy. The pain makes her come."

He took her nipple into his mouth and Alissa shrieked. Her ass fell to the bed and immediately rebounded. Her whole body formed a bow on the bed for a moment then collapsed. She grunted and groaned. Sammy moaned as her body melded to his.

"Mom, are you okay?" He asked.

For a moment neither of them moved. Then Alissa released the headboard and found his face, turned it to hers and kissed him on the lips. The kiss was curiously chaste but the effect was instantaneous. Sammy's black hips rose up and pounded Alissa to the bed. She pulled at his face and the kiss changed. Her mouth opened and his did and they were kissing like lovers. Alissa broke the kiss.

"Fuck me, Sammy. Fuck me hard and fast and come in me. I want you to come in my cunt. Fuck your mother, Sammy. Fuck me now!"

Sammy, the gentleman that he is, did as requested. He put an arm under his mother's shoulder and grabbed her ass with the other hand and proceeded to piston his cock into his mother's puss