"Oh, yeah, bitch, go for it, man, go for that prick! Always thought you was eyein' me for my cockmeat, and now you got it good and thick and hot between your motherfuckin' lips."

The things he was saying to her mother! It made Sharon blush violently just to hear them through the crack between the pane and the window. Another breeze rustled the leaves around her, and the young blonde trembled with fear of discovery. Again peering over one shoulder, she looked through the magnolia bushes behind her across the next yard to the Harringtons' house. The lights were still on in the kitchen and living room. What on earth was Mrs. Harrington like? What was she doing now, while Hank Harrington was here, fucking her mother in the mouth?

"Ohhhhh!"

Another sobbing cry from her mother. Sharon grasped the edge of the window with her trembling, slender fingers, as Janice moaned hotly. Her mother's eyes were wide, glazed over while… oh, God, while that man had shoved all his cock down her throat! Yes, yes, her mother had it all, all ten inches of it in her mouth. Sharon's nostrils flared, her throat tightened again, and a strange kind of tension rippled through her belly and chest. She could see a funny kind of bulge just at the top of her mother's throat. Mr. Harrington's cock. Yes, it was his prick down there, throbbing and jerking against Janice's throat while his hairy groin rubbed back and forth against the older woman's flattened nose.

"Man, oh, man, ain't had head like this for a long time. Jesus Christ, woman, you sure know how to move that fuckin' tongue around. And you're tellin' me you ain't never given some skull?" Harrington laughed, his fingers tightening around the back of her head. "Man, if you didn't, you're sure a quick study."

Sharon felt another blush of shame, as if he had been insulting her. That was her mother, the woman who had raised her. And there she was, naked, hot, doing things to a man she hardly knew!