Then he looked at his mother's twisting, writhing body, the expression of astonished lust on her face, and he knew that she wouldn't want him to stop Dalton just now.

She'd been awakened. What Roger had told her he wanted to happen was happening. But all he'd really wanted was for them to get caught. Where in hell was the old bastard, anyway? Always tied up with his goddamn motels instead of being with his family.

Roger's pleading whimpers took on a different sound. He watched Sally's hand slide up and down his prick. He looked at the flare of her tight little ass, and he knew how he was going to get even with Dalton for fucking his pretty lady.

He whipped Sally around. He made her rest her chin on the couch. He held her butt in his hands and watched her wriggle it for him, as full of excitement as he was.

She thought he was going to fuck her pussy again. She was wrong. Roger looked at the slope of her back and the way she spread her knees on the floor, bracing them apart, opening her round cheeks and her pussylips for him.

He glanced at his mother. She was watching him. She wasn't really seeing him. Her eyes were slightly glazed, and a constant moan came from her lips as her body was tossed and rammed by Dalton's big fucking prick.

Roger held his cock in his hand and aimed it. He spread Sally's buttcheeks apart and put the tip of his prick to her asshole. Just as she was ready to vocalize her objection, he pushed forward, and the words merged together into a shrill squeal.

"God he's fucking my ass, Dalton! Ahhhhgh, it hurts, it hurts!"

Her asshole was tight, so tight he knew she was a virgin there. At least Dalton hadn't reamed his huge cock into her butt yet, or it would be stretched loose and flabby. Roger grinned tightly and fucked his prick fully into her bung, pressing his thighs up against her round, tight buttcheeks.

"Ahhhhgh, he's flicking it and fucking it, Dalton! Ohhhhh.