With two fingers she parted the hair-lined lips of her pussy, the matted walls spreading wider and wider. She then placed his throbbing cock-head into the sensitive pink furrow, pressing it against her pulpy labes.
She now ran his pulsing prick-head up and down her slit. Her moans came steadily as she stroked the monstrous shaft with the smooth inner flesh of her cunt-lips, her running box trickling its hot juices.
Finally he was seduced into action. He carefully lifted his body, easing Melissa onto her back. With his own hand he now guided his iron-hard meat into longer and firmer strokes, grinding the blood-engorged tip of his cock into the raw, sensitive bump of her clit.
"Aaaaahhhh! Yes! God damn, it feels go good!" she cried, thrusting the silky triangle of her beaver harder against his scraping cock-head. "Now, Anita, sit on my face. Give me your cunt and let me suck you off!"
The older woman quickly obeyed. She straddled Melissa's face, lowering her cunt directly down on the girl's mouth. Instantly Melissa drove her hard tongue into Anita's hole, sucking and lapping at the juice as it ran from her heated, open gash.
The sight of his mother's shaking body and the sound of her loud, deep-throated sighs drove Bob even farther into his rising lust. His cock began diving deeper and deeper into her sapping sheath with each stoke, the warm depths of her cunt drawing him like a magnet.
"Give it to me!" Melissa gasped. "Give me your cock! All of it! I've got to have your cock in me now!"
Bob guided his aching fuck-pole to the juice-soaked mouth of her cunt. With one hard lunge he thrust his hips against her upraised crotch. His prick parted the soft, yielding walls of her cunt, and dove like a fleeing animal into the warm inner depths of her belly.
The fullness of his massive cock-shaft stretching her clenched cunt drove Melissa crazy with erotic delight. "God, it's good! It's so good. Fuck me, both of you. Batter me, smother me with your cunt, Anita. I want to fill you the way that I'm being filled."
Anita was being driven out of her mind by the talented tongue that reamed the far reaches of her pussy. It pulsed in and out of her like a miniature prick, stroking and caressing every inch of her tender hole. She moaned incessantly. Her hands grabbed at the bobbing head, jamming it harder into the burning channel of her snatch.
"Ooooohhh, Goddddd! Yes!" Melissa screamed. "Fuck me harder! Fuck my face! Fuck my cunt! Fill me with everything until I can't take any more!"
Melissa's hips churned frantically, flying up to meet each of Bob's savage thrusts. Deeper and deeper he sank his cock into her gorged hole, his balls slapping firmly on the rippling, upturned cheeks of her ass.
He could feel her cunt muscles contracting, milking and sucking at his tool as he humped it harder and faster to feed her hungry twat.
Suddenly Anita felt the juices flowing from her wide-spread pussy in giant flooding waves. Her body jerked frantically as one of several massive, trembling orgasms racked her body. The river flowed from her cunt to spill down and bathe Melissa's face as she gobbled greedily at the sweet passion-brew.
From behind her, Anita felt the sudden, warm embrace of her son's strong arms, her own shaking mingling with the forceful jolts of his lunges into Melissa's writhing cunt. His hands cupped and fondled her bouncing tits in their crushing grasp, pushing her over the edge into one giant, final blast of orgasmic explosion.
Melissa was delirious with the giving and receiving of so much pleasure. She stretched her thighs open to the limit, and rammed her boiling cunt over Bob's rock-hard tool as her head thrashed desperately between Anita's convulsing thighs. Her mouth worked passionately, sucking the woman's pussy as thoroughly as her cunt sucked Bob's cock. Bob screamed, his cock thundering deep into her cunt. Melissa cried out her encourage meat in an animal scream that lost itself in the pulpy folds of Anita's pussy. She writhed like a demon possessed under his frantic thrusts, her cunt clutching his cock with incredible fury.
Melissa could feel the raging lust of his rutting tool as her cunt suddenly twitched in a racking spasm that stiffened her body with its force.
"I'm coming!" she screamed. "Pour it into me! Give me your cream! Come with me, it's gonna blow me apart!"
Her voice was a piercing shriek as her orgasm struck her cunt and belly like a hammer. The juices poured out to flood over his rampaging cock as her body bucked spastically.
And now, it was Bob who stiffened, his balls erupting in a burning fire. He shook and trembled as his creamy, thick cum spurted from the hole in his cock-head to blast its way deep into Melissa's quivering cunt.
Her belly twitched with the scorching power of the sperm his jumping cock was emptying into her cunt. Their juices mingled and flowed out around his cock, oozing down to trickle across her nakedly exposed asshole.
At last the final shudders of their orgasms subsided. Each body unwound itself from the other to collapse in a heap at some nearby space of carpet.
"Now that's what I call being a close family," Melissa said.
The comment drew a round of exhausted laughter from the others, and more importantly, opened the way for them to talk about it.
For several hours Bob and Anita just sat unburdening themselves of the secret of their relationship. Years of having to hide their love now caused their story to flow out in one long torrent of confession. Melissa listened sympathetically, offering all the support she could.
Finally, when it came time to leave, she dressed quickly, and paused to return their grateful, embracing farewells before finally leaving. The ride home was dominated by her fond and detailed remembrance of the evening's activities.
She replayed it in her mind time and again until, by the time she got home, the only thing she could think of was taking a bath and going to sleep. She entered the apartment, bolted the door, and dropped her purse and coat to the floor. She was striding to the bathroom, her arms reaching out in one long, contented stretch when the voice came.
"Hello, super-star. Been out celebrating?"
Her muscles contracted, her startled body turning to face the unexpected guest as he emerged from the shadows of the corner.
"Murdock! You scared the shit out of me! What the hell are you doing in here?"
"Waiting… I been thinking about you all day, sweet-tits, and I kinda got it figured that you owe me something."
He had obviously had a few drinks, and Melissa could see a cold, sadistic, lusting glow in her eyes that left no doubt as to his meaning. She was frightened, but she could not let him know it.
"Look, Murdock, I don't know how you got in here, but if you aren't out in two seconds, I'm calling the police."
"Go ahead. Call them."
"You bet I will!"
With all the confidence she could maintain, she stormed past him. She was only inches from the phone, and questioning his passiveness, when suddenly she was rocked by the impact of his hammer-like fist on her head.
She crumbled to her knees, her eyes assailed by blinding white flashes as she fought to retain consciousness. The ringing in her ears served to drown the sounds, but somehow not the meaning of Murdock's words as he kneeled before her.
"Listen, cunt. You've been fucking me royal ever since you dragged your slutty ass into my office, and I'm sick of it. Now you're going to fuck me the way I want to be fucked."
"Murdock," she mumbled, her tongue struggling for speech, "I wouldn't fuck you if you were the absolute last ma…"
But she never got to finish. Murdock's hand crossed her face in a vicious slap that brought on another chorus of balls.
Now Melissa was only aware of movement, and the distant hum of his bitter oaths. He had her by the back of the neck, and was moving her along. She felt the hand release, and then something like the weightlessness of outer space, before she felt herself bounce to a soft landing on what she knew was her bed.