"Uhhhhhh…"

Hank was going down on her mother now, sliding his knees between Janice's and pressing hers farther apart. The bed groaned under their double weight, the headboard still banged against the rear wall. Janice let out a shuddering breath through the jockstrap, her eyes shutting tightly as a barely visible tremor rippled over her white, glistening flesh.

"Ohhh… mother!"

Sharon's eyes were wide, focused like those of an eagle on what was happening only a few feet from her. She watched as Hank's purple, fat, greasy prickhead began brushing ticklishly through her mother's blonde, frazzled cunthairs. Sharon found herself moaning as softly as her mother, feeling her thighs tingle and itch while Janice squirmed her asscheeks over the wrinkled top sheet.

"Yeah, baby, come on, move it, move it for ol' Hank the way you've moved it for me before. Yeahhhh," he sighed, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

Sharon could see her mother was fully aroused now, moving her thighs sensuously back and forth in spite of the bonds holding her fast. Yes, those ropes, those bonds were doing something to her, arousing her! Sharon rubbed her fingers sensuously along her arms, almost able to feel the restraining touch of that silken bathrobe belt, the pull of those twisted pantyhose holding her mother's wrists and ankles tightly together. For a wild moment, the frantic teen wished she could be on the bed there, bound like a stave, a helpless victim under that awful man with his lovely, long, thick cock!

"Uhhhhhhhh…"

Hank was pushing the underside of his prick into the yawn of Janice's cunt so her juices would soak his rod.