The Ultimate Sacrifice

[Tibxo]

Greg

He feels her squirm slightly as he digs his fingers between her thighs. His cock painfully aching in his own jeans.

Man! This is so hot!!!

Then he feels something touch his leg. It only takes him a moment to realise it is his mother's hand.

What??? Ohhhh!

He holds in the gasp as he feels her find and firmly grab his large tent.

Jeez!

"I want... " He hears her say quietly.

"Want? What do you want, Sylvie?" His father asks, still watching the baseball.

"I want... for us all to watch a movie together tonight. I'll make popcorn and we can snuggle up and be cozy."

"Erm... Yeah!" His father replies, "That would be....THAT'S IT!!! and he is again shouting at the television.

This gives Greg a chance to glance as her face only to see that she is looking back to him.

"Would you like that, honey?" She asks and still holding his cock, she gives him another squeeze.

Ohhhhh! Fuck! I want to fuck her so much!

In response, he starts to squeeze her crotch.

Jon continues to be absorbed with the game, not realising what is happening under his very nose as his wife and son look lustily at each other, their hands busily working away under the table...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

For all outward appearances...

it seemed an ordinary night in the Harrison household. Dinner and the washing up was long over and so was the ball game. Jon had settled in with his newspaper and was reading quietly while Sylvie and Greg finished up a game of Parcheesi.

"Cheater! No one is that lucky!" Sylvie exclaimed indignantly as Greg moved his last man "home".

"Skill. It's all skill," her son retorted with a grin. "You know you can't defeat me. I'm the Champ! Do I get a prize now?"

The sexual tension between the two had been rising all evening, and the implied meaning of Greg's desired reward wasn't lost on either of them. Jolts, like electricity, had been shooting through Sylvie's body at the merest accidental touch of their fingers across the game board. She had been squirming in her seat since dinner and she had noticed that Greg had adjusted himself more than once over the past couple of hours.

"Prize? Prize?" Sylvie chuckled, unsuccessfully trying to lighten their mood. "Tell you what, Boyo. I'm going upstairs to get into something comfy and then I'll make popcorn. Why don't you do the same and I'll meet you back here in ten. Jon? You can pick the movie. Greg, you can put the game away in the meantime." Not waiting for her husband's reply, Sylvie headed for her bedroom to put on a nightie and robe.

Once there and undressed, Sylvie's hands wandered over her breasts and down her body as she stood before the mirror. She wasn't bad, but she was certainly not a pin-up. Could it be true? Could Greg really want her as much as she wanted him? Like a man for a woman? There was a nagging fear in the back of her mind that made her wonder if it was all just hormones, and she hoped beyond hope that it was not.

Sylvie was tempted to touch herself, needing to ease the sharp ache of wanting that had been growing ever stronger since she and Greg had made love earlier that day. The teasing touches hadn't helped either. Her hands slipped downward, over her belly...

"Sylvie! Where are you? It's getting late here!" Startled by the sound of her husband calling out, Sylvie slipped her nightie over her head and grabbed her robe.

"On my way, Jon!" She hurried back downstairs and into the kitchen to make the popcorn. Maybe the movie would distract her. Maybe.

 

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Greg

Shit! I can't go down like this!

Standing in front of the mirror in his bedroom, Greg stares open-mouthed at the humungous erection sticking out his flies of his boxers.

He has no problem with his mother seeing him like this.

Oh Fuck! I want her to see this!

But definitely not his father.

Behind him, the door opens.

"Come on, honey. Your father is.... ohhhh! Look at you!" His erection thickens even more at the sound of her voice. Turning, he faces the door and his wide-eyed parent.

"God, sweetheart! I can't believe that you have such a monster." The throbbing increases. "Does it ever go down?" She giggles like a small girl.

A mixture of embarrassment and incredible arousal grips him as he hears his mother's lewd comments. He has never seen her like this before.

"Not with you." He breathes lustily, wishing that she would close the door so that they could go again.

"You are a naughty boy! You had better get a move on. Your father is waiting." She turns and walks out, taunting him with her ample bottom.

"Oh!" She says, pausing as she look at his condition. "You had better wear your thick bathrobe. I don't think your father would appreciate it if you came down showing that!"

Popping into the bathroom, Greg dons on the his bathrobe (ensuring that it firmly secured as not to show off his endowment) before heading downstairs to his parents...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Popcorn made and drinks poured...

Sylvie made herself comfortable on the sofa beside her son while Jon fast-forwarded through the previews on the tape. She always watched them, but he never did. "Waste of time," he said. "How else will we know what else we want to see?" was her ready reply. Even so. That was the way of it. There was no changing Jon's ways and Sylvie was here to bear witness to that fact.

She drew one leg up under herself, the way she always did and settled in to watch the film. The Castle, it was called. An action adventure of sorts, it was the only kind of movie (besides westerns and old reruns of Perry Mason) that Jon would ever watch. No soppy movies for him. No sirree! Frankly, most times he fell asleep watching anyhow, so Sylvie didn't rightly see why he was so particular about the genre.

About halfway into the film, Jon gave a sound that indicated he was snoring happily away... diligently watching from that wide-angle screen behind his eyelids. Sylvie and Greg looked at each other and chuckled. They both knew that he would wake up the moment one of them tried to turn it off with a loud protest that he had been watching that.

"Hand me the quilt, Greg, will you?" Sylvie said with a gesture toward the far end of the sofa. She kept her eyes on the television as he gave it a tug, causing it to unfold over himself as well as Sylvie when he moved closer to share the warmth of it. Besides, they often snuggled together when watching a film.

Her skin tingled at the nearness of him. She'd been doing pretty good at controlling her emotions since the movie began, but there it was again. Sylvie could feel the heat rising between her legs as she shifted her body to make it more comfortable for Greg as he leaned against her.

Stop those naughty thoughts of yours, Sylvie! she chided herself. Jon is sitting right across the room, hussy. Somehow that thought only served to arouse her even more. She wanted to touch Greg so badly now it hurt. But did she dare?

Under the pretense of adjusting the quilt over her son's shoulders, Sylvie slipped her hand underneath and caressed the outline of Greg's burgeoning erection through his robe. "Help me," she whispered. He untied it surreptitiously, letting it fall open so that she could get at his cock more readily.

 

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Greg

The boy had been waiting as patiently as possible. Knowing that something could happen.

Then he hears it, the tale-tale sound of his dad snoring.

"Hand me the quilt, Greg, will you?" His mother asks him. Finding his hands shaking, he quickly unfolds the quilt, pressing his body next to hers as he covers them both. All the while, making quick glances at his father to make sure that he is asleep. Already he can feel his stomach churning and his erection growing with excitement as he feels her body move against him.

The both of them keeping a covert eye on his father, he feels his mother continue to adjust the quilt before a hand moves underneath, causing him to gasp slightly as it touches his erection.

"Help me," she whispers as she keeps glancing at his father. His heart is thumping wildly as he carefully pulls open the robe under the quilt. Immediately he is rewarded with a soft hand over his naked cockl.

"Is this big thing for me?" She whispers harshly, looking at him with a strange smile. The look almost makes him cum. He cannot believe that this hot woman is his mother. The same woman who had been crying earlier that day about what they were doing.

He gasps again as he feels her hand start to work up and down his cock. "Do you like that?" She whispers again as she strokes him. His looks of pleasure is her answer.

Suddenly, he feels her letting go. Thinking that his father is waking up, he quickly looks over. only to find that he is still asleep.

Then why...?

As if in answer, his mother moves her hand from under the quilt and takes his, before pulling it inside.

"I am not doing all the work here." She whispers and she guides his hand down...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie guided Greg's hand...

to the damp nest of curls that covered the entrance to her femininity, trying hard not to gasp aloud as his long, slender fingers parted her cleft. She was wet and aching for release and couldn't help wondering if Greg knew just how much she wanted him. Craved him.

As Sylvie continued to stroke her son's full, throbbing erection, she finally realized why this had never been enough for Greg. His touch was heavenly as his fingers slid through the sleek wetness of her. His thumb rolling over her clit as he probed further, deeper into her body.

She ground against his hand as her own thumb spread slick precum over the head of his cock. She could picture it in her mind's eye, a swollen purple helmet, as smooth as its shaft was not. It twitched and he moaned softly as her fingers worked their magic, sliding down to encircle his girth yet again.

Sylvie was unable to close her fingers around his thickness, yet she was afraid to move so that she could add her free hand to the task. She could feel his driving need as his hips rocked in rhythm to her stroking and knew this would not be enough. No. Not nearly enough.

"Momm... " he whispered ever so quietly, his fingers delving deeply into her. A sharp intake of breath let her know that he was close and her own body began to respond in kind.

 

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Greg

Greg starts to buck his hips against his mother's stroking hand even as his own fingers probes his mother's cunt deeply.

A part of him, the rational side, still cannot believe what is happening, with his sleeping father only feet away. He looks straight at his mother, his hips moving in rhythm to his questing hand. She is staring at him, her eyes wide, shining. Her full lips, open...inviting.

Before he knows it, his has pushed himself against, his mouth attaching itself to her while his tongue slides in deep.

"<ummmph>!" Mumbles his mother as he slides in a second finger, forcing her sex to stretch to accommodate even as she starts to move against him.

Slowly the two of them move in heated rhythm...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie arched against...

Greg's hand as he devoured her mouth with his own. She couldn't stay silent and found herself moaning softly, begging for more.

A volley of nasal grunts and snorts from Jon caused the two to jump apart nervously. Her heart was pounding wildly as she looked and then looked again to make sure her husband was still asleep. Seeing that he was, Sylvie knew they couldn't risk being caught out here in the living room. She didn't care so much for herself, but she did care for her son.

"Come on" she whispered, suckling his earlobe for a second. Pushing the quilt aside, she stood and held out her hand. Greg glanced at his father and without another thought followed where she led him. Up the stairs to his bedroom.

Once inside, she pushed the door closed and clicked the lock. "Now... " she purred. "This is much better."

 

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Jon

"Yer going down, muthafucker!!!" shouts the actor on the TV as he then proceeds to blast everyone to Kingdom Come. The noise instantly shocks Jon back to consciousness.

Vacantly, he watches the actor as he steps over the bloody bodies to get back into his car.

"Dammit! I've fallen asleep!" He says to no-one in particular.

It always happens to him. He sits in his favourite chair to watch a good movie and, bang, he is out. Grumpling to himself, he turns to where his wife and son are sitting and find they are missing.

"Mebbe that are in the kitchen?" He wonders.

Fancying a coffee anyway, he gets up and goes into the kitchen.

No Sylvie.

No Greg.

"Where are they?" He freezes as the thought strikes him. He had almost put it out of his mind. Swallowing deeply, he quietly walks out of the kitchen and goes to the foot of the stairs. There he listens.

Nothing!

Slowly, as not to make a noise, he climbs the stairs. All the while his heart hammering in his chest and he feels like his suffocating. Then he realises he is not breathing. As quietly as possible, he exhales and takes a few deep breaths.

On the landing, he sees that all the doors are ajar. All except for his son's. Feeling pins and needles shoot through his fingers, he moves towards the door and places his ear against it.

He can hear voices. Sylvia's and Greg's. They are giggling and laughing.

Why is she in Greg's bedroom?

But he knows.

"Ohhhh, Mom!" His son's voice groans.

Why did I ask her to do it???

Angrily he backs up to the top of the stairs and shouts out.

"Sylvie! Greg! Where are you guys? You are missing a great film!"...

 

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Greg

The boy had been disappointed when his mother had pulled away which quickly turned to delight as she led him upstairs.

"Now... " she says as she locks his bedroom, locking them both in. "This is much better."

Eagerly they take each other in their arms, their mouths coming together as their tongues rejoin their jousting. Mother and son grapple with each other in the middle of the room, their hands exploring each other's bodies under their robes.

Greg still cannot get over the feel of her. Her soft skin, her heavy breasts, the thick hard nipples.

"You like my breasts, don't you?" His mother breathes as their lips break apart for a second.

"Yyeesss!" He gasps as he brings his mouth down on her neck.

"Naughty boy!" She giggles in return as he feel her tightening her embrace. "But I can be naughty too."

"Ohhh, Mom!" He gasps loudly as he feels her hand on his aching erection.

"Such a big naughty boy." She says again as she pulls slightly away before attacking his mouth.

"Sylvie! Greg! Where are you guys? You are missing a great film!"...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Jon's voice calling jolted Sylvie...

back to reality, and not for the first time that day. Her instinct was to go to her husband, but her desire made her hesitate. She looked up at Greg, noting the longing in his eyes. Perhaps it was just a reflection of her own, but there was no denying their hunger for each other.

"Your father... "

Emboldened by his need, Greg took a step toward Sylvie. "But momm... Remember what you and dad promised?" There was a challenge in Greg's eye and in his voice that demanded an answer. There was that, of course, and her own selfish wanting, Sylvie thought as she tried to pull away, but he held her fast.

"I have to at least answer him, Greg. Now let me go." Her voice sounded harsh to his ears, but they both knew that he had won. Slipping from his arms, Sylvie unlocked and opened the door just a crack. "I'll be down in a moment, Jon. I'm just... " Greg had moved directly behind her and was rubbing his erection between her legs.

"I... see... " Jon eyes wandered from his wife's flushed face to their son's, which was just as red. At least he has the sense to look sheepish in front of his own father, Jon thought with a harumph. "Well then... I'll leave you... "

He turned away quickly, his temper threatening to get the better of him. He had only taken two steps when the door slammed and the lock clicked. "I should never have asked her to do this. Never!" he grumbled.

"Ohhh!" Sylvie moaned as her son grabbed her hips from behind, impaling her on his straining shaft with one incredible lunge, barely waiting for the door to close.

Jon turned back when he heard Sylvie's alarmed cry, but thinking better of it, returned to the living room where the movie was still playing. "I should have never... "

 

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Greg

"Ohhh!"

Unable to hold his urges any longer, the horny lad grabs hold of his mother's hips and shoves his body forward. Immediately, he is rewarded with the feeling of her hot tight snatch sliding over his pulsing rod as he slides fully into her. Once his loins are pressing against her full arse cheeks, the lips of her sex stretching obscenely around the root of his tool, he then bends over her and starts to remove her robe even as she struggles to lock the door.

"Gregory!" She gasps, turning her head towards him and he quickly reveals her naked body to his lusty stare. "Your father almost caught us there."

"I love you." He says huskily as he pulls off his own robe. Both naked, he reaches down again, his hands finding and grasping her milky white breasts, his palms pressing against her engorged nipples.

"I love you but you have to...ooooh." Her feels her stiffen as he flexes his love muscle deep inside her...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Greg's hands cupped...

the warm, heavy weight of Sylvie's breasts as he pressed forward, forcing the breath from her lungs. She stiffened, their wanting once again becoming reality as she felt him throb within her passion-moistened depths.

She cried out at the blatant aggressiveness which drove her son as he ground his body into hers and arched to meet his next powerful thrust. Fast and frantic, they moved together in a frenzy of yearning. There was no tenderness in their joining as Sylvie's cunt surrounded Greg's bulging shaft and they moved together in hot, wet abandonment.

The smell of sex permeated the air, urging them, driving them onward as did the sounds that their bodies made when they collided. Wet. Hot. Slurping. The slapping of their bodies slamming against one another. All punctuated by cries and whispers of love, desire and the need for fulfillment.

 

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Greg

Pulling away from her, he lengthens his thrusts even as he slows them. Almost pulling entirely out of his mother's cunt before slamming back in. Keeping a good grip of her squirming buttocks, he looks down between, watching his thick cock sliding out of his mother before going back in.

He can see their actual joining. The thick rubbery lips of her vagina stretching tightly, possessively around his swollen flesh, leaving a wet sheen on his penis. The sight and the sound of their bodies smashing together hardens him even more.

"Do you like this?" He gasps again as he hammers back and forth.

"L-like?" She gasps back at him.

"Me fucking you like this." The words causing him to move faster.

"Oh yes." She replies.

Suddenly there is something he has to ask. Has to know.

"Is it...>ungh<..better...than Dad?" There! He has said it...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"Is... it... better... than... Dad?"

Each word was brazenly punctuated with an almost violent thrust as Sylvie fought for breath, her arms against the door were the only thing keeping her from being knocked over by the sheer force of her son's strokes.

Do I answer? Should I? She'd never had to answer anything like this before. But she knew the answer. Yes. She knew. Her reply was a deep groan of surrender, as Greg buried every straining inch of his shaft into the moist heart of her.

""I'm sooo... ready... ohhh... "

The stretched walls of her pussy tightened around the rippling muscle that filled it, undulating with molten caresses. Her breath caught as her body tensed. Sylvie couldn't believe how quickly she had peaked. The expectation of the fiery, cataclysmic response of her body to his was a far better answer than any verbal one she could ever utter.

"Yesss... God help me... Yesss!"

 

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Greg

"Yesss... God help me... Yesss!"

His mother's admission and the sudden tightening of her channel around his tube causes the boy to come to boiling point. With one violent thrust, he sinks himself into her up to his balls. His mother taking every thick inch of him.

Holding on to her shaking body, he feels himself swell up even more as something starts shooting up his stalk.

"Oh fuck!!!" He cries as he literally starts to squirt deep inside his mother's body, causing her to cry out as she feels the strong injection of young potent sperm.

"Oh my God! I can feel you...oooohhh" She gurgles...

 

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Jon

He feels himself welling up as listens with his ear pressed to the bedroom door.

Greg: "Is it...>ungh<..better...than Dad?"

Sylvie: "I'm sooo... ready... ohhh... Yesss... God help me... Yesss!"

Greg: "Oh fuck!!!"

Sylvie: "Oh my God! I can feel you...oooohhh"

Unable to hear anymore, he moves away. His legs feeling like lead. Unable to sit downstairs while Sylvie helped out their son, he couldn't resist coming back upstairs to listen what is going on. But the sounds he hears did not sound like his wife merely relieving their son.

They are doing it! They are actually doing it!

In his mind's eye, he can imagine them, together, naked, locked together. Sylvie telling the boy how much better he is than his father. He feels the bile raising up his throat.

Bastards!

For a moment, he wants to rush in there and break them apart. To hit them. To kill them!

But he instead he quietly creeps back downstairs...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie held back as she felt Greg...

pause and tense. So close. Sooo... close... She could feel his cock swelling, throbbing and then suddenly... Something burst inside of her. A white hot eruption of cum that rocketed into her very depths in staccato spasms.

She cried out in blissful agony as he emptied himself, climbing the glorious peak to her own final shattering release. Each shuddering, clenching spasm milked her son's seed from his pulsating cock as she convulsed against him.

A harsh groan of satisfaction rumbled from deep within Greg as he held Sylvie tightly against himself. Completely spent, they revelled in the small after-tremors of their orgasms and remained joined, allowing his overflowing juices to mingle with hers.

 

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Greg

Afterwards, they lay on his bed. Their naked bodies cuddling together as they gently kiss.

He still can't believe that he has his lovely naked mother in his arms. Gently he runs a hand down her neck, along her arm until it finds its way onto a generous breast.

"You like my breasts, don't you?" She sighs and he starts to stroke the nipple.

He nods, feeling himself starting to lengthen. He gasps as his mother finds it and starts to stroke him.

Again they kiss, this time, more ardently.

"I do love you, mom. I wish you were my wife." He whispers, his mouth rejoining hers...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie knew she should go...

downstairs when she and Greg were finished, but she just wasn't ready to face Jon just yet. There had been something in his eyes. Maybe it was just her imagination, but she couldn't be sure and she didn't want to spoil the lovely feeling that followed their lovemaking by walking into a possible confrontation.

It didn't take much for her to allow Greg to lead her to his bed and pull her down to lay beside him. She never realized how wonderful it could be to lay with a lover after having sex. With Jon it was always back to business as usual, albeit that usual normally meant sleep. It was never anything remotely close to this, she thought almost begrudgingly as she felt herself surrendering to her son's tender kisses.

Sylvie traced idle patterns down Greg's arms and across his chest as he in turn cupped a plump mound, tweaking its tiny pink buds into hardened peaks. They whispered, as lovers do. Joking about his fondness for her breasts. The force of their kisses intensifying as she felt his penis stir against her leg.

He was growing hard again already! She couldn't imagine Jon ever going for 'seconds', it all seemed like so much effort when they... No. No thinking about that now, she nudged herself as her hand moved lower.

They chuckled naughtily as their hands bumped, it seemed they had the same idea, or should she say desire? No matter what, Sylvie wanted Greg as much as he did her. And for the moment that was enough. More than enough.

She gasped aloud when his fingers parted her slit and began to swirl through the telltale residuum of their union that was slowly seeping from her pussy. The fact that Greg was spreading his cum over her vulva excited her as much as the feeling of her juices on his cock. It throbbed at her touch, growing thicker and harder with every stroke of her hand. Gods how she wanted him. Needed him. Again and again.

Sylvie was wondering if he felt the same, when Greg whispered, "I do love you, mom. I wish you were my wife."

She knew she should protest. Say something. But she couldn't. He had silenced her with a kiss as his body slipped over hers and he claimed her yet again, sliding his hardness into the delicate softness of her womanhood.

 

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Greg

He feels his mother open out underneath him as he once again slips into the harness, his fresh young hard on tunnelling deep inside her.

They both sigh at the complete penetration, their patches of pubic hair now intermingling as one while his large knob lays inside his mother's very womb, the place of his origin.

He feels a hand on the back of his neck, caressing. Looking at her face, he sees her looking back at him with an almost vacent expression. Her eyes shiney.

He flexes his love muscle, bring a gasp of surprise from her.

"Ooohh! I can feel that." She beams.

In answer he flexes again...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

There was something about...

the feeling of Greg's cock flexing inside of her that drove Sylvie wild. For the first time in her life she felt powerful. In control of the lovemaking. Greg was aroused by her and she had finally come to the realization that the smallest word or the gentlest touch could make him want her again and again. Want her as much as she wanted and needed him.

For Greg, it was a combination of playfulness, possessiveness and a need to see the reaction on his mother's face. He wanted her to know how good it felt to be buried in the hot, sweet pleasure of her pussy, how much he wanted her for his own and to see those emotions reflected back at him.

Sylvie lifted her legs and wrapped them around Greg's waist, pulling him closer and deeper as she combed her fingers through his hair. Could she ever get enough of him? She had become a baccante, a wanton. She wanted to scream out her passion using the words she once considered 'dirty' but now seemed only to accent her desire.

Sylvie wanted Greg to fuck her, and without thinking she blurted out the words. "Gods, baby... Fuck me! Fuck me hard! It... feels... so... good!"

All the barriers were gone as they thrust wildly against each other. Sylvie's body arched and writhed beneath Greg in a torment that could be eased by him and him alone. Their joining was hot and molten as she sheathed every incredible inch of his fiery brand.

Hot. Wet. Abandoned. Greg pounded into Sylvie over and over, raising her against himself as he thrust. Harder. Deeper. She thrashed beneath him as their bodies collided together frantically in a primal rhythm as old as time.

 

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Greg

"Gods, baby... Fuck me! Fuck me hard! It... feels... so... good!"

Hearing his mother, a woman who has never sworn in her life, saying the 'F' word sends a delicious shiver down his back.

Suddenly he is consumed with the hunger and he starts to hammer into her hard, slamming every thick inch of his big cock into her tight wet sleeve while he could feel her thrusting back, both gasping with the effort. The bedsprings under them groan with the movement as they slam together again and again.

But it is not enough!

Almost pulling out, he suddenly stops.

"Huh?" Moans his mother.

Leaning back, he grasps her stout thighs and in one swift movement, pulls them over his shoulders.

"Greg??? What are....arrrrggghhhh!!" She screams as he thrusts in deep, deeper than he has even been before...

 

[Tibxo]

(Glitch)

 

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Jon

His wife's scream almost makes him spill his drink of neat bourbon.

What is going on???

Running noisely up the stairs, he rushes over to his son's door and tries to open it.

Locked!

On the other side, he can hear something banging against the wall, accompanied by grunts and gasps.

"Sylvia! Are you okay?" He shouts.

The banging and grunting continues.

"SYLVIA!!!! WHAT IS GOING ON IN THERE???" This time he is banging on the door...