Seconds later, her pussy contracted with savage warmth. She looked through the blue-black brush of crotch hair, at the glazed expression on her husband's face. Mike looked so much like his father, it could easily have been him lying there. Suddenly, her ecstasy boiled.

"Aaaaaghhhh!" she screamed, burrowing into his crotch like an animal.

"Jesus… fucking Christ," Ron gasped. His jism was practically yanked from his balls. At first he felt numb, then sensation exploded with brutal pleasure. "Suck it, bitch," he growled, first rolling quickly to his side, then squirming over onto her body.

Like two cats on a fence, Gina thought. There is no affection here. There is nothing but a big, cum-filled cock blasting into icy throat. Flesh is molding into flesh.

She was, glad her mouth was full of hot, pulsating prick, for she screamed out her son's name as another molten orgasm clutched her insides. She jabbed her nails into the taut flesh of Ron's ass and crushed him harder against her face.

"Take it, cock sucker," Ron gasped, plowing in and out of her mouth, his entire body flexed like a cat ready to spring. "Suck it in and eat… Christ, eat it down, whore."

Gina gobbled furiously on his cock, and as the lava-like juices erupted into the back of her throat, her mind seemed to melt. It was Mike's cock in her throat also. And she loved it! Relief swept over her like a warm tide.

"Oh yes, all of it, baby," Ron grunted, spilling the last of his cum between her lips. He crushed his full weight against her face and gyrated his ass. "Just… like that, baby. Lick, suck…"

As his words trailed off to a whisper and a stilled groan, Gina continued working his cock. The steamy juices filled her throat, seemed to filter into her very brain. She experienced another climax, but this time it was sweet, long lasting.