nude marge

When Carol opened her eyes and looked my way, I waved my stiff dick at her and mouthed the words “Suck my cock.” She smiled, slid across the bed and wrapped her lips around the head of my throbbing dick. She loved watching my face as she gave me the first blow jobs of my young life. “Ma, I gotta go, the guys are waiting.”

“Good boy, Brucie! Good boy!” I encouraged him, ruffling his neck. “Mommy's turn this time!” And with a tongue-lolling doggie grin, he finally made his move, jumping up onto Mom's back and starting to thrust himself at her. She gasped in some combination of surprise, doubt, and fear, and I took her hand in mine, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “Try to get a little lower, if you can,” I advised her. “If you let him get all four paws on the ground he'll be way less likely to scratch you with his claws. It'll feel better, too, if you give him more leverage for thrusting.” She did as I said, lowering her hips and pressing those huge, hanging tits firmly into the carpet, her eyes clenched closed as she waited for it to happen. Bruce was having a little trouble finding his mark, as he always did, so I reached in under her with my other hand and spread her thick, meaty lips with my fingers. That got it done, her eyes popping wide as that hot doggie cock finally slid inside. His claws scratched at the carpet as he tried to reposition himself, giving himself one more deep, forceful drive into her depths.

“Aww, sorry to hear that, baby,” Her dad replied, but she was barely paying attention. He’d started to rub up and down her back with his big warm hand and her stupid horny brain was getting excited again.