But, instead of pushing his prick into his mother’s cunt, Scott slid it along the cleft between her ass cheeks until it nestled against the dark rosebud of her asshole.
Moira wanted an incestuous ass-fuck. Her son was more than happy to oblige.
She braced her hands on the table behind her and settled herself on the dome of his cock. He put his hands on her slender back to support and guide her into position. Frowning in concentration, she relaxed the tight ring of her anus and slowly put her weight on his prick. After a moment’s resistance, his cock-knob disappeared into her ass.
“Oh, Lord!” Moira gritted her teeth and her eyes were round as saucers as she descended her son’s massive fuck-rod. “You’re killing me, you bastard,” she hissed. “You’ll split me in two.”
“You say that every damned time,” Scott snorted. He thrust his hips upward, drilling inch after thick inch of his prick into his mother’s rectum.
“And I mean it every time,” Moira gasped. “I’m not getting younger, am I?”
“So, whose idea is this? Perhaps we should stop.”
“Shut up and push!” Beads of sweat formed on Moira’s forehead and cheeks as she shoved herself downward. She squealed and moaned, impaling herself on Scott’s cock until she came to rest with her round butt on his stomach and his prick entirely inside her. The lines and furrows of struggle melted from her features, replaced by the most gleefully lewd grin of carnal satisfaction that Lindsey had ever seen.
Moira’s big tits jiggled and swayed as she raised and lowered herself on her son’s cock. He reached around to grab them, his big hands finding her stiff nipples, rolling and pinching them as he humped beneath her. Her ass shimmied sensuously as she rode him, panting and hissing as he slid in and out of her.
“That’s so awesome!” a voice behind Lindsey exclaimed.
She’d been so transfixed by the fucking mother and son that she’d not noticed a small group of spectators gathering at the end of the narrow boardwalk behind her. There were six or seven, apparently all resort guests, some dressed in minimal beachwear and a few naked except for sandals. The speaker was one of two young women who looked like sisters, holding hands with a stocky middle-aged man. Everyone stared in avid fascination at Moira as she bounced her ass up and down Scott’s cock.
One of the adult sisters was jacking the older man’s prick. “You want me to get you off here, Daddy?” she asked. “Or wait ’til we get to the beach and–”
“Awwh…” Moira’s ecstatic cries drowned out the rest. Far from perturbed by the crowd, she was putting on a show. She undulated her body and rolled her hips with the experienced polish of a stripper on the pole. It was probably a great way to attract more clients to her massage practice, Lindsey reflected, but there could be no doubt how thoroughly Moira relished putting herself on display. An exhibitionist, indeed.
Lindsey spied one woman, evidently inspired by Moira and Scott, who’d lifted and stretched one leg along the boardwalk railing like a ballerina at the barre. A young man who looked like a football player drove his prick into her cunt while they both watched the performance. The young woman who’d spoken moments before was on her knees licking her father’s balls. Not to be outdone, her sister licked back and forth along his cock like it was a popsicle.
The boldness of their debauchery stoked Lindsey’s lust to a white-hot fever. She had to be part of it all, somehow.
Moira’s pussy was such a pretty little jewel, with pale, narrow lips that unfurled to reveal the pink, wetly-glistening entrance to her sizzling depths.
So open. So tempting.
So empty.
Fairly floating over to join the incestuous mother and son, Lindsey levered herself up onto the foot of their table and bent forward to plant her lips on the apex of Moira’s cunt, drawing the brunette’s swollen clit into her mouth. She sucked the stiff little button avidly, bobbing her head up and down to follow Moira as she rode her son’s cock. Not having sucked a cunt in decades Lindsey expected to be awkward and clumsy at it. But, just like cock-sucking, it all came back to her quickly. Moira’s yelps and squeals of pleasure grew louder, and she gyrated her hips more frantically as Lindsey sucked.
The sisters had their father flat on his back out on the sand now, French-kissing and fondling one another’s pert tits as one sat astride his face and the other bounced on his cock.
The woman who’d been taking cock from behind was on her knees on the weathered wooden planking, holding her breasts together to make a spit-slick channel for her stud to fuck. “Come on Mommy’s face,” she pleaded with him.
Moira said with a wicked smile. Moira had said. The truth of it hit Lindsey like a wrecking ball. As much as she’d resented her mother’s campaign to “corrupt” and free her from her guilt and self-punishment, Lindsey had never been so excited by anything in her life than she was to be a part of this wanton, incestuous group rut. She’d spent a lifetime making a fortress of inhibition and self-denial. Now the walls were crumbling all to dust.
All Lindsey wanted was to fuck. She wanted to make Moira cum in her mouth. She wanted to fuck Scott again, and again. She wanted the strangers on the boardwalk to line up for turns at her hot holes–all three of them. She’d never been ass-fucked in her life, but she craved it now, with a desire as hot as the blazing sun over her head.
Lindsey gently finger-fucked Moira’s cunt while continuing to lick her clit, and was rewarded by pussy juice squirting over her hand and wrist. The brunette climaxed with a shriek, her cunt contracting and sucking at Lindsey’s fingers. Scott came at the same time, groaning and bucking beneath her, pounding his cock in and out of her asshole as he emptied his balls into her guts.
The two of them were made for one another, Lindsey could see as much. Any rules that would separate them couldn’t be right, could they? Lindsey wanted to trade places with Moira. To have a devoted young stud of her own who she could suck and fuck whenever she pleased.
“More! Give me more!” demanded the woman whose son was tit-fucking her on the boardwalk. He was cumming, long ropes of jism rocketing from the end of his cock to paint his mother’s fuck-crazed face and shoulders. She abruptly grabbed his ass, swallowing his cock-knob and dragging him toward her until his whole cock was down her throat, greedily gulping down all that remained of his ball-load.
Lindsey’s mouth watered. Seeing this, Moira climbed off of Scott and stood jerking his prick. “Care for another go?”
“Uh-huh.” Lindsey kissed Moira passionately and turned to do the same to Scott. “I most definitely want more. But not here.”
“No aphrodisiac like the lure of what’s most forbidden. ” So Moira had said.
To the surprise of both her new-found fuck-mates, Lindsey got dressed and hurried away down the boardwalk.
Her breathless pleas nearly triggered his orgasm. He fought it off. He didn’t know how long they’d had been locked together, fucking like animals in heat. A long time, but not nearly long enough. He never wanted it to end. His grandmother was the most fantastic fuck he’d ever known.
Granted, he didn’t have a long list to compare with. But it was hard to believe that many women possessed either Elaine’s deep well of sexual lust or her vast range of experience. She was, by her own account, utterly promiscuous. She never passed up an opportunity to get naked and fuck with either men or women. She exuded sexuality from every pore, and so such opportunities were frequent.
“Not…yet…” he grunted. “Don’t wanna.” He slid his hands under her girlish ass and lifted her off the mattress.
“Don’t be silly, dear.” She squirmed delightedly as his cock hit new spots in her pussy. “I learned long ago not to resist what the body wants. And the sooner you give me what I want, the sooner you’ll find out all the other nasty things I’ve learned for getting you hard again in a hurry.”
With that, she snapped the hot velvet trap of her cunt tight around his cock and held him in place. It was like she’d pulled the pin on a grenade. Matt erupted with a yell, pouring his ball juice into his grandmother’s sucking sex hole.
“That’s it,” Elaine soothed, trembling through another orgasm of her own. “Good…so warm and so good. I love it.”
Matt lowered her to the bed. He withdrew from her cunt and sagged to the mattress next to her, exhausted. She snuggled up against his chest and fondled his softening prick.
“What a man you’ve become, Matt. With such a cock. A perfect cock, for me.”
“Oh, is that why you love me, Grandma?” Matt teased her.
“You can’t think that, dear. It’s the fact that you’re you, and my own flesh and blood, that what makes you so perfect.” She licked one of his nipples. “That’s why I wanted this time alone together, with you and your mother. It’s not like I lack for casual sex, after all. I’m a lucky woman–I can pick up my phone and with a couple of texts I’ll have a man or two between my legs any time I want.
“But that’s not enough anymore. Oh, I still get hot and I holler with any man inside me, and the orgasms are better now than ever in my life. But since Ross died I’ve been missing someone special in my life. Someone who truly cares about me for reasons other than what a great piece of ass I am.”
“You know I do.” Matt was spellbound to hear his grandmother confide this way to him, of all people.
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