Mom held tightly to the base of his cock, I could see from the doorway how hard she was squeezing. She let him extend himself up, tightening his ass around her finger and then she bobbed her head a few times before he relaxed and went down to the bed, only to repeat it again after a breath or two.
Terry's cries of protest and pleasure were muffled to unintelligible moans when Connie re-positioned herself higher on is torso, lowering her pussy on his chin. His hands free, terry reached out and grabbed moms hair, trying to hold her head while he tried to fuck her mouth, but Connie ground into him, covering his mouth and nose as she fought for her orgasm. Terry, if he wanted to breathe, had to abandon mom to whatever she wanted to do, and grab his moms ass, trying to control her body enough to get a breath. Connie was aware of what she was doing, I realized that both moms knew us as well or better than we knew ourselves.
"Lick your mothers pussy now Terry." She coaxed. "make me cum baby and all will be forgiven. Oh yeeeeesssss!" she moaned.
I could see mom using her formerly free hand to finger herself and decided it was time to take a more active role. I went to the end of the bed and knelt behind her, first kissing her still red and bruised ass then caressing her with my hands. I lowered my face and kissed her moving fingers. She did not stop sucking Terry' cock, but I heard/felt her moan deep in her gut as my tongue followed her finger up and into her wet, dripping pussy. I dreamed about it, never thinking there was ever a chance that I would be able to breath in her intoxicating scent. I licked and nibbled at her lips and clit after she moved her hand, then knelt closer to her, placing a palm on top of her clit, and put two fingers deep inside. I rubbed in circles and slipped my fingers in and out, corkscrewing slightly as I did so. I had always focused on Connie, thinking my mom was off limits, but after having her, knowing how good she felt, I looked at her differently.
She was beautiful. Her face, her body... Connie was grinding her pussy down in Terry's face, and my desire for her had not waned, but I had a new appreciation for mom now. She looked so happy, so much younger than I remembers, her blonde hair flying as she bobbed up and down , sucking Terry's cock. She pushed herself, trying to get more and more in her mouth, fighting to get past the gag reflex. Terry was in heaven I knew. His hands held the ass I had dreamed about for years, squeezing and kneading, his body stiffened and I heard him yell, muffled as it was, then mom gagged and choked, pulling her mouth off of his spurting cock. Cum poured out of her mouth as quickly as it shot from his dick. Jizz covered his crotch... covered her face. She coughed, gasping for breath as her own pussy gushed and exploded around my fingers, my hand as wet as if I had stepped out of the shower. Mom's face was planted on Terry's belly, her hips working hard to ride out her latest climax. My fingers had curled around and were pressing on her g-spot. I had read enough about it, that when I felt it, I knew I had found it.
Mom slumped down, her face once again covered in cum, my fingers and palm continued to work, slower, until she moaned, "no... no more".
Connie climbed off Terry's face, glistening hairline to neck, covered in his mother's pussy juice. She turned and knelt beside him, leaning over him and started licking cum off of his stomach and mom's face. I licked my fingers, making eye contact with Connie.
"That was hot as hell." I said. She smiled and kept licking. She kissed mom and licked cum off of her cheek and eyebrow. "Did he finish you?" I asked her, she smiled and shook her head "no", slurping up another string of her son's fresh spunk. I moved around towards her and she knee walked around towards me, still kissing and licking, not wanting to miss a drop or glob. My cock was still worn down, but my tongue was alive and well, I came up behind her, kissed the cheeks of the ass I had dreamed about, I massaged her thighs and spread her open, exposing the flower of her womanhood, and the pink rosebud of her asshole. Her red hair set off by the alabaster white of her Irish or Scotts heritage was my best guess of what heaven on earth could be. I applied my best effort, learning as I went. I found that a good grope of her ass or dragging my fingertips pressed hard into her ass cheeks elicited a particular moan, vs when I played my fingers deep in her pussy.
Mom and Connie continued to kiss and fondle, licking each other, and Terry, clean of his cum. Mom then sat up and moved to were she could add her fingers to mine in driving Connie closer to release. Mom spanked her on the ass, once, then again, the first time a sharp chirp of a cry escaped, but the second, unexpected slap saw a deep groaning, yearning, growl come up to the surface. Mom raked her manicured nails leaving red streaks down Connie's flanks. Terry, who had been kissing his mom, enjoying her passion and the way she played with his still limp cock, yelped as she moaned, worried because what has started as a friendly caress was rapidly turning into a death grip.
Mom whispered loudly into my ear... "She really loves to be spanked as much... more really than she likes to spank", and then, nibbling my ear and reaching for my cock, "but then that is true for both of us."
Mom rolled onto her back and scooted under me, sucking my half alive cock into her hungry mouth.
