Once he was satisfied that Cindy was doing a decent job, Josh took off his clothes, turning round ninety degrees so that his mother could see him in profile. But she wasn't looking at his face; her gaze was consumed with his massive erection. And not just with that. The sight of his ball bag hanging so low told her all she needed to know about the reservoir of sperm he had stored up - all for her!
How much she wanted to call him over and get to work on that cannon! The girl was doing an okay job on her pussy, but she felt so frustrated when she had such an expert mouth and such deft hands, and yet nothing to keep them occupied. But she knew that she must abide by the plan that she had hatched with her son. He would be angry with her if she let him down, and the thought of that she just couldn't countenance. In the end, she had to content herself with making faces at her son - grotesquely distending her mouth in imitation of the effect his monstrous love-muscle would have on it when she finally got to wrap her lips around it.
Whatever the obstacles she was facing in terms of Imelda's mind being on other things (
one
other thing, in particular), Cindy was assiduous in giving pleasure to her mother-in-law. The thought that she was preparing Imelda for her very own son to invade with his penis (the penis which she thought, despite her own infidelities, would always be reserved for her alone) had a terrible effect on Cindy. It made her literally tremble - so much so that Imelda thought that she was on the point of coming.
Although, on the one hand, the idea of such a disgusting incestuous relationship horrified her, on the other hand, she was becomingly tremendously excited. As she lashed out at Imelda's pussy with all the strength she possessed, she couldn't deny the fact that part of her wanted to see her husband pound his very own flesh and blood with an abandon bordering on the violent.
Not unpredictably, perhaps, this was exactly the image Imelda was using to bring herself closer to the orgasm which she desperately needed. The combination of Cindy's expert tongue work and the sight of her son masturbating madly, as he sought relief of his own, was in the event quite enough to push her over the edge - her cries triggering an instant response in her son, who didn't even bother to catch his sperm in his hands, so that it flew in a rainbow-like arc across the bedroom.
Determined not to be the odd one out, Cindy drove her fingers into her tiny snatch and climaxed powerfully - her cries muffled by the older woman's cunt, before Imelda slumped forward onto Cindy's belly, her mouth just inches from the girl's shaven slit, inside which her fingers still worked, if only perfunctorily.
The plan had been for Josh and Imelda to double-team Cindy (with the aid of Imelda's strap-on) at this point, but things were going so swimmingly that Josh was happy to tweak things a bit, even if it meant his own entry into the fray would be delayed.
"Suck her sweet cunt!" he urged his mother, aware that the position she had ended up in very much allowed for the possibility of a sixty-nine.
Cindy was content to be on the receiving end for a while, at least, especially given Imelda's top notch cunnilingus skills. Her father-in-law, Collin, was equally good in that department, which left Cindy wondering why his son (
her
husband) so often didn't seem to have his mind on the job. The answer wasn't difficult to see - literally; for Josh had walked round Cindy's side of the bed to get a better look at his mother's ass and her thick cunt lips, and Cindy could only watch on as he rubbed his cock with the aim of returning it to its former length and girth. Suffice to say, the process didn't take long.
Despite herself, Cindy reached out and took his penis in her hand, raking the underside with her nails the way he liked it.
"Yeah, babe," he purred, wanting to feed his shaft to her right there and then.
However, his mother had staked out her claim to Cindy and he knew he would just have to wait. But it gave him an idea. How he'd love his wife to give him a blowjob before he rammed his cock inside her tight pussy! When he thought of his mother, armed with her eight-inch strap-on dildo, crouching above him on the bed ramming her appendage inside his wife's dainty asshole, his cock twitched violently. It was immediately evident that the blowjob would have to wait.
Cindy had never let him take her there, so the idea of his mother taking her anal virginity turned him on something rotten. Little did he know that his father had beaten them all to it just a couple of months before.
Like the good sport she was, Cindy was soon doing her bit, chowing down once more on the lush folds she found so fascinating - so different from her own minimalistic architecture. By now, desperate to get involved in the action, Josh did his best to speed things up by running his finger up and down his mother's rear crack. Licking his middle finger, he massaged her anus for perhaps half a minute before pushing it inside her. His mother moaned and took out her frustrations on Cindy, bringing her to a climax, which she wasn't able to savor for even a few seconds. For Josh, like a director blocking a scene, was already getting everyone into position on the bed for what he intended to be the first feature of that afternoon's matinee presentation.
Lying part way up the bed, he told his wife to mount him in a crouching position. Pleased that Imelda appeared to be out of the equation, Cindy eased herself onto his swollen penis, looking forward to showing her mother-in-law the kind of pleasure she could give her husband.
Unseen by her, Imelda had crossed the room and extracted from her bag an equally monstrous black dildo, which she proceeded to attach to a black leather harness. Having applied a liberal coating of lube, she stood silently behind the unsuspecting Cindy, more turned on than she thought she would be by the sight of her boy cudgelling the blonde's tight twat.
She was on the point of entering the girl's similarly proportioned pink puckered anal opening with her fearsome weapon when she thought better of it, returning to her bag to fetch the lube. Squeezing a dollop onto her fingers, she rubbed it over the slattern's tight bud.
Cindy yelped theatrically and asked her what she was doing.
"Surely you won't deny me what you have already granted my husband?" Imelda replied.
Chapter Two
She thought back to the time a few weeks ago when she had forced a confession out of Collin after finding stains on the couch. She honestly believed her husband didn't have it in him. She had imagined that he had been masturbating to some porn while she was away on her photography course. When he had told her that Cindy had come over unannounced one evening wearing a short white dress and had started crying over problems she was having in her marriage, rather than feeling angry and betrayed, Imelda had felt incredibly excited.
She had to keep that excitement out of her voice, as she told Collin he must tell her all that had happened, if he wanted to save their marriage. And so out it all came: the fellatio Cindy had performed on him, the tittie play that had brought Cindy to a shattering orgasm, and the frenzied fucking on the couch, which had left the telltale signs.
Imelda wanted to fuck her husband so badly as she lay in bed listening to his confession, but contented herself with slipping a finger down onto her clitoris as surreptitiously as she could manage. Telling him as severely as she could that she would need time to reflect on their relationship going forward, she turned over on her side and switched off the bedside light. Rather than turning off the lamp on his side, Collin coughed nervously and told her there was more.
At first, Imelda thought he must have strayed with another woman. It was when Collin (somewhat incoherent in his embarrassment) began talking about being in the shower with "her" that Imelda realized he'd taken Cindy upstairs - to
her
bedroom!
"So you fucked her there too?!" she cried, scarcely able to control her emotions, caring little whether he would be able to pick up the vibrations of her finger violently massaging her swollen nub.
"Oh, darling! I'm so sorry," Collin was close to breaking down.
"But, no," he continued, pulling himself together. "I just washed her back."
"Oh, how caring!" said Imelda, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"At first, anyway," continued Collin. "But when she turned round, I'm afraid I lost my self-control."
