"Oooooooh! Oh, yes, oh, yes!" Monica gasped, her face streaked with perspiration, her eyes closed while a pulse leaped in her throat. "Yes, when you touch me… touch me there… oh, God, I think I'm gonna die! Oh, yes, yesssss!"

Arlette dropped the glass of milk, shrinking, thinking the couple in there would hear the dull thud of the glass against the hall carpeting. But it would have taken a bomb to have aroused them. They were too intent on one another, too much involved in this sick little game to overhear something like the fallen milk glass.

"My God!" she whispered.

Arlette drew one hand up to her chest, fanning out her fingers and pressing them against her throat as she watched her mother grow hotter and more involved in this horror. Monica was like a writhing fish, her body snaking over the bed, her arms taut, the muscles and tendons pressing out against her flesh while the big, handsome stranger licked and slurping his way up and down the woman's cunt crack. That smacking sound! It made Arlette's flesh crawl with something she couldn't quite understand. Her knees were trembling, threatening to give way as she watched her mother go wild on the bed.

"Uuuuuuhhhh!" the woman growled. With one kick, Monica knocked off the covers completely, straining her head back, the cords bulging at her neck, her eyes glazed over and rolled back into her head. There were strange, strangled sounds coming from her mouth as her chest rose and fell mightily. The big stud was still between her shivering thighs, still slurping his tongue up and down, still holding her spread open with his big, paw-like hands. Arlette thought she would faint watching his black-haired head bobbing up and down, listening to that awful sound of his wet mouth against her mother's cunt.

"Fuck me… oh, God, fuck me good… ohhhhh, my God, fill me up! Oh, yes, yes, I want to feel your cock in my cunt!"