"Jeez," Amy said, feeling good, hot and sticky.

Carl's cock oozed thick cum that spilled out and down the stalk onto Janet's hand.

"Ooooh, he's gooshin', Mom!" Amy whispered, amazed at the thick river of cum that splashed out of Carl's prick.

"I know," Janet said. "He's a naughty boy. He needs a good spankin'."

"I know I do," Carl panted. "Naughty, naughty, naughty!" Janet cooed, pumping slowly on his huge prick.

"I want Amy to play with my prick, too."

"No way! You didn't say anything about that. You said just pictures."

"Please!"

"No, she's not gonna."

"I'll pay another five hundred." Janet looked at Amy. Amy smiled. "Should I Mom?"

"God, this is gettin' outa hand."

"Let her," Carl pleaded.

"It's up to Amy," Janet said. "Okay, I'll do it," she said. She was sizzling all over from the finger-fucking she'd been giving herself.

Amy went to the couch and sat down on the other side of Carl.

Here then was a man in paradise. Sitting between Janet and Amy, nude, his cock on the biggest hard he'd ever erected, mother and daughter in all their flaming beauty beside him, their sweet perfume making him light-headed, their fabulous bodies making him tremble.

"What should I do then?" Amy asked.

CHAPTER SEVEN

"You just grab it like I have," Janet instructed.

Amy reached over, placed her hand above her mother's on Carl's thick prick, thick like a rolling pin.

"Ah, yeahhhh." Carl yelped. "Wheewwwww, jeeeeeez, Mom!" Amy whispered. "It's squishin' stuff!"

"I know. He's a bad boy."

Thick, hot cream spilled onto Amy's hand. She looked at the head of his cock, the way it bubbled and fizzed, the way the cream poured out, almost like the Dairy Queen machine when she ordered a swirl top.