Her mother was choking to death, unable to draw in a breath because of his big prickhead lodged down her throat! And Jack was still flexing his asscheeks, fucking Monica down the throat, then rotating his fat prick around and around so the woman could feel it more. Arlette was on the point of screaming out something to stop this horrible ordeal when she heard Jack let out a sigh, then saw him pull his prick slowly from Monica's mouth.

"Ooooohhhh!" the woman sighed.

"Nice, baby, nice to feel my cock down all the way," Jack whispered, wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand.

He pulled back slowly, stopping at midpoint and giving Monica several quick thrusts before withdrawing a little more. In what seemed an eternity, Jack now had only his double-lobed prickhead between the woman's lips. Even from where she stood, Arlette could see her mother's lips working, gumming his cockhead, sucking at it as her tongue moved back and forth over the sensitive groove just under the knob. Jack liked it! Yes, Jack really loved having his cock sucked this way. And for one mad, utterly insane moment Arlette envied her mother. Standing there, rubbing her fingertips over her juicy cuntcrack, feeling the ticklish hairs under her fingernails, Arlette wished she could be tied up there on the bed, her head tilted back, her mouth filled with that hunk of cockmeat.

"What am I thinking of?" she whispered to herself, closing her eyes and biting down hard on her lower lip. She had to regain control of herself. No, she would never let herself become as humiliated as her mother. Sucking a man's cock! Jack was right. There was no better way to control a woman than having her take that degrading pose. Arlette shivered, rubbing her fingertips over her clit, then curling them in and sliding them over her cuntlips. Control. Control. She had to regain some control over what she was thinking and feeling!