Her head was feeling so buzzy that the room seemed to be spinning around and around crazily! Crying out softly, Arlette closed her eyes and breathed hard, trying to catch her breath as the tension grew more and more intense. It was a fiery butter melting between her legs, making that itchy pulse down there even worse as her mother continued to go wild in front of her.

"Oh, yes, yes, let me suck your prick!" Monica cried in a frenzy of lust. "Oh, yes, oh God yes, let me take your cock in my mouth!"

Jack laughed softly, bending his knees a little more, while fanning out his fingers behind the woman's head. Monica was beyond anything called reason. She wanted his cock any way she could have it. The nylon cutting her ankles, the awkward tugging of those bonds against her legs, the ropes chafing her wrists – everything was driving her insane with lust.

"Then take it!" Jack sneered.

He was rubbing the tip of his prick over her lips. Monica moaned, closing her eyes. Arlette stood there, licking her lips, wondering what something like that would taste like if pressed against her mouth.

Opening her mouth, Monica felt his smooth, silky cockhead pushing over her tongue, filling her mouth, making her cheeks puff outward. This was something that she had needed for so long, so very long! She was a woman once more, desired, sought-after. She prayed this would never end. And, unknown to her, Arlette was almost praying the same thing, less than ten feet away, as she watched with growing arousal.

CHAPTER TWO

"Ohhhh, yeahhh, move your tongue around my prick like that, baby, get that hot suckin' mouth to work on my cock!"

Arlette watched as her mother sucked his ten-inch prick, her cheeks puffing out, her lips stretched thin around his poling cock while spittle oozed from the corner of her mouth. She felt sick at heart as she watched Monica's head bob back and forth, her blonde hair falling over her narrow shoulders. Jack was flexing his thigh muscles rhythmically now, his fat balls squeezing up against the woman's chin while he pistoned deeper and deeper down her throat. The pantyhose cut hard into Monica's ankles, and her arms tugged backward with every jerking motion she made.