"Awight," Terence groused, taking the camera from Toby. "I STILL don’t get it. How’s this thing work?"
While Toby pointed out the basics, Louise spoke to Beth, "Hon, you know what I want. I wanna look like I’m spitted clean through by two cocks. I want a pic of me kissin' Toby’s dick so you can see how godawful big it is, and another one of me with a throat full. Same kind of thing with Rick. I want it real clear that it’s me, with two big white dicks stuck into me. You understand why, I think…"
Beth muttered, "If this is for the group, I don’t think…"
"This is for ME, Hon. NOW do you understand?"
"Oh. I think so."
"I wanna know this is out there — a potential embarrassment — a hook — you know…"
"Yeah, I guess I do." Louise had hit on one of Beth’s prime drivers — yeah, she understood. The danger, the potential — or actual — humiliation — added spice to everything…
"How you doin', Boy?" Louise asked her son.
"I got it…" But Terence didn’t sound confident.
"Beth will help you — she knows just what I want — don’t you, Hon?"
"Yes." Terence’s height helped; under Beth’s guidance, he got side views of his mother with her lips pressed to the plum-like head of Toby’s cock with Rick’s cock buried in her pussy, and one with Rick’s barely penetrating, then a set with Toby balls deep in her mouth with Rick in either position. Then they took some other shots, from varying angles — close-ups of this or that connection, all with serious effort to make Louise identifiable. A dozen photos later, Terence grunted, "That oughta be enough…" He was clearly bothered by the whole thing.
"Beth, Hon, talk to him — I gotta fuck," Louise croaked. Something about the whole photo shoot idea had her hotter than a pistol! She dropped her head back and asked Toby, "Can you maul my nipples, Babe? Pinch 'em hard." Toby collected her somewhat saggy breasts in his hands and began crushing the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. "Yeah, like that. Uuuhhh! Rick, Honey, let’s fuck! Don’t stop 'til you shoot!" Rick grinned and put it in gear above her, sinking into her pussy with a steady stroke. Louise opened her mouth and hauled Toby in and conversation lapsed, replaced by soft slurping sounds and wet grunts.
Terence stood there watching, rubbing his forehead. Beth took the camera from him and put it on the mini-bar, then came back. "I don’t get it," he rumbled. "She’s acting like…"
"Like me?" Beth husked. "Sweetie, some of us like to be free, loose, out there, enjoying ourselves. And some of us like to be possessed, controlled, owned. The two urges go back a while, I think — and they go together, sometimes. For me, being owned means I’m not responsible when someone tells me to do something wild and slutty — and it frees me up to enjoy it without guilt. Your mother is having a wild time right now — and I think that maybe she’s not sure she’s ever going to be able to do it again. She wants something to remind her of it … And she wants something out there that endangers her, makes her vulnerable to control, because the danger adds spice to what she’s doing…"
"I’m havin' trouble with Mama the slut," Terence grumbled.
Beth pursed her lips. "That’s seldom a side of a mother that sons get to see," she said, "but you probably wouldn’t be here without it. Women who don’t like sex generally don’t have sons — but your relationship with your mother is not about sex, so it’s easy to ignore…"
"Yeah, I guess." Beth’s tits were there for the mauling. "I’m getting kinda worked up, watching her…"
"Do you want another blowjob?" Beth asked. "Or a fuck? Have you ever fucked an ass?"
Terence’s eyes popped. "An ass?"
"Uh huh." Beth nodded. "I’m clean back there — I took an enema before I came…"
"Ho Lee Shit…"
Beth took his hand. "Why don’t you bend me over the couch?"
Damian was seeing and hearing everything through a haze; Candace’s mouth and throat had him teetering on the edge, and watching the other wild stuff going on around him helped, but he just couldn’t seem to finish … He was starting to feel sorry for poor Candace, who was still sucking gamely. She rocked back and croaked, "Fuck?" Clearly, her mouth was gone…
"Yeah. Over the couch, too? What about you? Is your ass ready?"
"Yeah…" Clearly, from her sigh, she would take it, but that wasn’t what she wanted…
"Some other time. Spread your legs — I want that pussy."
Candace, barely in position over the couch back, felt Damian’s cock nosing between her droopy pussy lips with some relief — which quickly turned to gratitude and pleasure as his thick cock sank home in her. "Oh, Gawd, that’s good!" she moaned. "Fuck me!"
"I plan to," Damian’s voice hissed in her ear, and he set up a positively jarring stroke, going deep, his hands on her shoulders. To his left, Big Bro was gingerly forcing his rod between the chubby cheeks of Beth’s ass; she was grunting a bit, but she was taking it — and she was looking over her shoulder, smiling at Terence as he pressed himself into her. Bitch was game — you had to give her that … The bitch under his hands (Beth might not be a bitch, per se, but Candace was, for DAMNED sure!) needed to be rode hard and put up wet, and Damian was just distanced enough from the sensations of the fuck from the blowjob to be able to deliver! Besides, Toby had turned some switch in her head and she was sucking it up instead of dishing it out; if Damian could get her into the habit of doing that, she might be decent to have around…
Terence figured that somewhere, somehow, he’d won the lottery. Despite having dropped two loads, his dick was an iron bar, and a woman who had already delivered the damnedest porn video-class deep-throat blowjob he’d ever seen, never mind felt, was knelt up backing her asshole onto it! 'I musta been run over by a truck, ' he thought, 'and this is heaven… ' Assholes were TIGHT, too, for chrissakes! Holy shit!
"Easy, Sweetie!" Beth grunted. "Well, you can hurt me if you want, but if you don’t want to, then you need to go slow and easy, with short strokes, until you get all the way in…" Terence grimaced and lightened up, backed a bit, then pressed forward again. "We should have used lube," Beth grunted. "Can you spit on it, sweetie? Right there where you’re going in?"
Terence seemed to be bone dry, but he worked up a little something — and he missed, but he missed high and it ran down to the work area along her crack. The little pool was sucked up in no time, so he worked up some more and got more accurate. In the meantime, he got another inch or so in and worked it back and forth. Things appeared to be easing somewhat…
Candace looked up at Terence and grunted, "Hurt her … a … little bit. She … likes it…"
Damian, who had already made talking difficult for Candace by the simple expedient of hammering into her from behind, growled, "Shut up and fuck, woman!" and picked up the pace. Candace threw him a stricken glance, lowered her head and raised her ass…
Damian glanced around, expecting censure; he’d really wanted to say, "Shut up and fuck, Bitch!" but he toned things down at the last second, figuring that someone would call him down. Nobody did, though; Candace took it, Mama was too busy moaning around Toby’s cock, and Toby just grinned at him. Damian grinned back.
Terence bottomed out, finally, and started working his way in and out of Beth’s tight asshole. This was something…
It was for Beth, too; things were picking up rapidly. Terence’s balls were slapping her clit, making the whole thing bearable, if not pleasant, and the serious friction was easing. "That’s it, Sweetie, go get yours! My slut ass is all yours!" she encouraged him.
Louise was starting to shake like a leaf; you couldn’t really make any sense of whatever she was babbling around Toby’s cock, but she was highly excited, obviously. Toby and Rick shared a grin just as Louise wrapped her legs around Rick’s ass and went rigid, clutching him, screaming bloody murder around Toby’s cock. Toby doubled up on her nipples while she bucked and surged four times, then flopped back, then he let go and stepped back. It was time to go take a look at things upstairs…