Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 20

Jessica started to sink down on Peter’s prick, taking the throbbing meat up into her fuck hole inch by inch. Her pelvis twisted, grinding. Her inner rings clamped to the contours of his cock, contracting up the stalk, molding her cunt sleeve to his outline.

Peter moaned. This lustful lady had a cunt like a squeeze box, he thought. Like a suction cup. Her cunt was sucking his cock just as her mouth had done, swallowing his prick in like a secondary maw.

She dropped down the final inch, taking all of his towering prick into her pussy.

Her cuntlips were plastered to the hairy hilt of his cockshaft and his balls were cushioned under her ass. Milky cunt juice was oozing from her well-stuffed pussy, turning her groin to a creamy paste.

She held the full penetration for a while, savoring the sensation of having her cunt stuffed to the hilt and letting Peter thrill to the feeling of having every inch of his hot cock buried in clinging fuck hole.

Then she began to rise up and down on his prick.

Her hips pumped like pistons. She went up and down slowly and steadily, stuffing herself rhythmically on his looming cock. She twisted her pelvis she sank down, screwing her pussy down to his balls. Her cuntlips were clinging to his prick as she rose up, distending, her cunt almost turning inside out.

His cock hissed up her hot fuck hole and came out drenched with her pussy slime, glistening and steaming. He was humping up from the bed, meeting her cur as she dropped that soaking slot down to the root of his cock.

“Abbli! Shove it! Fuck me to jelly! Fuck my ass off!” Jessica wailed.

Her head turned. From the corners of her eyes, she gazed towards the watch hole in the wall, imagining how her son must be feeling, wondering if the boy was beating his meat yet or holding it back, waiting for her to finish before he hosed his closet wall again, as he must have done so often in his peeper’s past.

She sank down all the way and held Peter’s cock buried, grinding on it but no longer sliding up and down. She wanted to make this fuck last for a while. She fondled his balls, checking them to see how near they were to exploding. Her inner muscles were working like a wringer on his prick. More cunt juice, shot through with streaks of creamy pre-cum, oozed from her cunt.

Jessica figured that it was time to change the tableau. She had given her son and, her equally intrigued little girl, a good look at her ass as she fucked herself up and down on Peter’s prick. Now she thought that Jeff might like a full frontal.

Holding Peter’s cock enveloped in her pussy, Jessica began to rotate. She was turning her cunt on the spindle of his prick, never for a moment losing the penetration as she revolved. She threw her knee across and twisted through a half circle, so that she was facing the wall now, still mounted on her lover’s prick.

She smiled towards the shadows where her son was lurking, eyes narrowed, and tongue gliding across her lips. She arched her back and her tits loomed out. Her nipples were standing like rockets ready to be launched, like iron filings being drawn to the magnet of her son’s mouth.

She began to ride on the saddle of Peter’s loins again. She rose up slowly and sank down fast. Facing the wall now, she was presenting an even more fascinating sight. Her kids could see her big, swollen-tipped tits and watch Peter’s prick slip into the split of her cunt. Her clit was rubbing up and down on Peter’s throbbing prick.

Jeff was panting, longing for his voluptuous mother’s delectable tits and juicy cunt.