Stanley Thompson was right on both counts. Of course he was responsible for what was happening and indeed it was being done to his wife Evelyn at that...very moment. She was in what was fast becoming familiar territory. On his back and with his erect penis thrusting up and into her vagina was the original pig himself, Gary Wilson, while behind her and getting the treat of his fifteen years George, James Wilson's young son, was thrusting his thin 7-inch cock into her bottom. And of course James. I'm on the couch and she's on the floor in front of me, legs curled under herself. I make no attempt to hide my appreciation of her form as she works. She finishes, and stretches her arms back and up. I can see her nipples have gone hard in the blouse. She rests both hands on the floor behind her, and raises one leg, forming a triangle up her skirt. What looks like a white lace thong is on show. Her skin above the holdup stockings is white and inviting. "What if your wife were to walk in right. There I was, sucking my son’s dick feverishly with abandon. It was the naughtiest and most forbidden thing I thought I could do, but somehow, I didn’t care. I did not even feel bad, shameful or guilty. All I wanted was to suck this beautiful rod and wait for the tasty prize that I was working it towards. All this while, my free hand was stroking my enflamed clit, my juices flowing like a waterfall onto the floor. “That’s it, Mary.” I heard him groan, “Suck it hard. You know you want that spunk.. .. fuck yes.. oh fuck!" She yelled.I took hold of her hips and started thrusting up into her. When I was fully buried in her pussy, she was shaking as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. I did not stop and kept thrusting into her harder and harder. She could not believe how much I was making her cum as I fucked her. I rolled us over onto the seat, I began pounding downward into her, slamming her into the seat hard and ramming against her cervix. " Ooooohhhh." Jamie moaned as she nuzzled into.