He held his cock, the head dripping, inches away from Amy's blonde bush. His prick squished. A hot hunk of cum spewed out and landed in Amy's wiry little fuzz box, clung there on her hair like a scab.

Janet reached over and slapped Carl's prick.

"I said no!"

"Pleeeeezzz!"

"Not my daughter, Carl. God, she's too young for this."

"Pleeeeeeez."

"This is not at all what we discussed," Janet said, pulling his cock away from Amy's cunt.

Amy was all splayed out on the couch, her legs apart, slid down obscenely, her pretty face full of passionate question marks.

"I said no, and I mean it!"

"Another thousand dollars if I can fuck Amy."

"No."

"Gawwwd!" Amy drawled.

Money made Janet re-appraise things. "No," she said again.

"Awww, jeeeeez, if he wants to Mom," Amy said.

"Huh-uh, no!"

Amy was figuring in her head – now they had seventy-five hundred dollars total. Half of it was hers.

"I wouldn't do it unless he gave us a full ten thousand dollars, Mom," Amy whispered.

Carl was up now, over loading another pack of film into his hi-tech camera, pointing the tripod at Amy.

"I'll pay it! I'll pay it!" he choked. "Are you sure, Amy?" Janet asked.

"Okay, Carl. But you have to give us ten thousand dollars for this whole deal."

"You got it!" he panted, going back to Amy, falling to his knees between her legs.

He fisted his cock and slished it into Amy. He stuck the big thick cock-head between her pussy lips.

"Awwwk, uuughhh!" Amy huffed. "Jesus, shit!" Janet whispered. Carl rocked in and out, punched two full, thick inches of prick into Amy. "Mom! He's screwin' me!"

"I know, darling. I know!"