His face went slack, his eyes wide. His gaze swept up and down her supine, writhing form. He saw the way Dalton's big hand covered one of her firm fits and rolled it on her chest. He saw the way his mother's slim fingers were cupping the other one and squeezing it full of tingling sensation that made-her nipple stretch from the tips

Roger blinked and shook his head as if some realization were trying to penetrate his mind. That was his mother lying there, pleading for help and moaning with desire at the same time.

That nipple sprouting towards him was the same one he had suckled nourishment from and pawed with tiny fingers. He could remember doing It could remember the sweet warmth spraying into his mouth from it.

He licked his lips and had a terrible desire to suck her nipple into his mouth again. Her torso twisted and flexed, and he shifted his gaze to her hips, the rounded line of her smooth butt cheeks.

He saw Dalton's head bobbing between her thighs, and then he watched the big tongue lick up the wet, satiny groove of his mother's cunt. Roger stared and sucked in his breath. The dark blonde fuzz was matted and wet and hiding nothing.

The puffy cuntlips were bloated and pink and spread wide by the tongue massaging them. The meat inside was slick and red. Roger watched it quiver with sensation. He watched Dalton's fingers pull the pussylips far aside to open her cunt hole, and Roger's cock throbbed with the strange passions running through him.

He'd come from that hole. He'd kicked and twisted around inside it, as if fucking her with his whole body, and he felt a terrible need to fuck as much of himself into her pussy again as he could.

Vera moaned with shame and bliss at the same time. Dalton was spreading her cunt mouth wider than it had ever been before, and he was plastering his thick lips over her wet ones to suck and draw and pump his tongue into her box.