The paperboy's prick was as stiff as it had ever felt, and his balls felt like lead. He panted as he fucked Karen's gripping asshole as hard as he could. "Gonna cum," he moaned softly. "Oh shit, Mrs. Douglas… I can't hold it… your asshole sucks my cock!"

"I'm cumming too, Ricky!" Karen screamed. She whipped up her lithe hips in a frenzy of desire, fucking her pussy with her fingers and pounding her ravaged asshole back to meet the strokes of Ricky's prick. "Yes Jesus, fuck meeeeee! Cumming, lover, cuuummmiiinnnggg!"

Ricky quivered lasciviously as her cumming, puckering asshole sucked tightly around his fucking cock, milking the bone-like hardness at the center of his prick. With a satisfied moan he fell on top of her, fucking his throbbing prick all the way into her pulsating ass.

Then Karen squealed in ecstasy as she felt his hot jism squirting into her ass, soothing the burning walls of her asshole with thick, gushing cum.

A lewd smile spread across her lips as she felt the paperboy's prick cumming inside her. She flexed her ass-muscles around his squirting prick, letting her asshole milk out every drop.

CHAPTER THREE

"I wish I could at least get out of bed by myself," Phil said helplessly. Karen's tall, muscular, eighteen-year-old son, her youngest boy, shook his head as he watched her soap his leg. "It's really embarrassing having you do this for me, Mom. I feel like a little kid."

"There's nothing wrong with feeling like a kid every once in awhile, darling," Karen cooed. Sitting beside him as he lay on his back on the mattress, she dipped the washcloth into the bucket of water and soaped farther up his thigh. "Even your father lets me mother him every once in awhile. Now you just relax and let me do the worrying, okay?"