"Oh, my God!"

Arlette whispered out her disbelief once more, finding it difficult to stand. She gripped the molding, still keeping one hand moving back and forth over her cunt bush. She could feel her moist, soft pussymeat trembling with excitement, could feel her outer cuntlips swelling up with excitement as she watched her mother being degraded. Fucked in the mouth! Really fucked in the mouth! She saw that Monica was enjoying this. She heard the moans and knew instinctively that they were sounds of delight, not horror. And her mother was swallowing even more of his prick. Nearly three-quarters of it had disappeared between her lips, and Jack was throwing his head back, demanding that Monica take more.

"Come on, baby, take the whole thing. Sure you can do it," he panted, shaking his head violently to rid it of the sweat, then opening his eyes and cupping both hands behind her head.

Monica stopped for a moment, her eyes rolled up at him. Jack grunted out something, then tensed his leg and thigh muscles. There was a moment's hesitation. Then he shoved forward, burying all his cock in the blonde woman's mouth.

"Mmmfmmfmmfffff!" she choked. Arlette watched her mother's body stiffen, watched as a bulge appeared in her throat. Monica was making strange, strangled sounds while her body jerked and twitched spasmodically against the squeaking bed. Her cheeks reddened and beads of sweat dotted her wrinkled forehead. Monica's fingers straightened, tensed, then curled, clawing wildly at the headboard. She was making strangled sounds as her eyes bulged and her nostrils flared.