"Mona baby, you're lovely… the loveliest fuck!" Carl grabbed his sister's wide hips and rooted to the hilt. From the squishy, slurpy sounds Vicky could almost imagine the slickened head of his prick rubbing and pressing in the deep folds in her aunt's body. What did that feel like to a woman anyway? Vicky's only experience was her own finger and she was certain that a man's prick could fill a girl's clasping tube much better.

"Carl… Carl… Jesus God in heaven!"

Mona's back was sharply curved now, arched down as she lifted her quivering ass high to make room for the gouging, ramming cock. Carl held her cheeks firmly as he fucked in and out with savage movements of his body. It was getting good for him, too. Vicky could tell.

"Are you getting it good, Mona?" he gasped, biting his lip. His gray-flecked hair was mussed and there was a patina of sweat on his forehead. Mona pounded the surface of the billiard table weakly and seemed to be choking. But Vicky knew that she wasn't really choking at all.

"Carl… Ohhh I'm going to come! I am… I am my darling! Now-ow-ow-ow! Unhhhhhh!"

Carl seemed to come unglued. Vicky's mouth fell open as she watched him almost climb up Mona's back, his muscled ass plunging wildly now, going at her aunt's ass from every angle, every speed. Then he held himself as deep as his shaft would fit and it seemed like Mona had gone into convulsions. She flopped belly down on the table, her breasts popping from the tennis blouse she wore. Vicky saw that they weren't as firm as her own young tits, but for a woman of forty-five, they looked fantastic.

"Yesssss, Carl… Ohhhhhh!" With a shriek, Mona seemed to tremble all over and collapse. But her ass was still dipping and dancing and making quick little circles around the plunging movement of Carl's cock. His shaft was shiny and dark with trapped blood. And now Vicky could see something oozing down the underside, dripping down to his balls. As he fucked with animal fury, the droplets splatted to the rug, darkening it noticeably.