Dalton gasped and barked into Vera's thighs, making her pussylips flutter wetly with the expulsion of air. He slurped and sucked faster and began to pump his hips.

Sally moaned with uncertainty, as if doubting she would be able to take all his fire hose load. Yet her ass rotated and weaved around Roger's prick, and her pussy milked his cock.

Roger pumped and pumped, his balls swinging up under Sally's crotch and splatting against the sodden tissues there. He continued gazing into his mother's eyes, and he knew that they were thinking and feeling the same things.

Vera watched her son's pace quicken and grow ragged with the approach of his orgasm. She couldn't rid herself of the feeling that he was ready to come inside her. Her cunt stretched and throbbed, and a whimper of shameful lust erupted from her soft lips.

Orgasm burst upon her. Her hips lifted, and her thighs spread wide. Her pussy mashed shamelessly against the sucking mouth, and the muscles and tissues inside sucked around the prick that wasn't there and yet somehow was.

She saw her son's mouth open and his hips mash against Sally's butt cheeks. Their eyes remained locked, even as orgasm pumped through her starved body and expelled jets of thick cream from his prick at the same time.

Sally's butt pinched and weaved and sucked and pushed. She took Roger's load into her cunt again and squealed in the back of her throat.

It was a muffled sound, plugged by Dalton's heavy cock. He let out a roar like a bull alligator in rut and founted into her throat, spewing his big load there. Sally swallowed and gulped, but she couldn't keep up with the heavy flow.

Sperm squirted from between her lips and sprayed Vera's thigh. It dribbled down Sally's chin and ran over Dalton's packed balls, but there was a grin of accomplishment on the girl's face anyway.