Roger's head tipped. His neck corded. His hips strained upward as he fucked his cockhead into her throat. He growled mindlessly for a moment and then let out a sharp cry.

'Yaaaagh! Take it! Swallow it! God, I'm coming!"

His eyes opened, for just a moment. He turned his head and looked straight at his mother. Then he writhed and bucked as if being tortured to death, and his cock exploded.

Sally squeezed his balls in her hand and shoved two fingers of her other hand up her cunt and sucked strongly. Her throat worked and gulped as Roger pumped jet after jet of cum into her throat.

She couldn't take it all. It backed up and ran from her lips, drooling from her chin onto his balls as she rolled them. She moaned and cooed and shook her ass with a tiny orgasm of her own, but she sucked until the last spurt shot out of his balls.

Vera stared with utter shock. She felt like fainting, as if that could make the whole unbelievable nightmare go away. She stared at her straining, orgasming son and the drooling evidence that he wasn't faking any of it.

He'd flipped. He'd gone stark mad. There was no other explanation for what he was doing. When Paul walked in the door and saw it, he would absolutely murder Roger. And there wouldn't be anything Vera could say in his defense this time. She wasn't sure she would even want to by.

A guttural sound made her jerk her head around. She stared at Dalton and saw that he was now edging around the table after her. He'd unzipped his pants, and a huge, bowing cock was bobbing from the gap, heavy and dark and dripping clear fluid from the horrible eye.

"Dalton, don't…" Vera whispered, her voice ragged with fear. "Roger lied to you, Dalton. I'm not his sister. I'm his mother, and my husband's due home any moment now. You'll both be in big trouble, Dalton, unless you leave now."

He stared at her naked tits and licked his thick lips. His face was flushed with heat. "I want my turn," he said huskily.