He licked and sucked on my nipple, making me cum with a sudden rush that I screamed in delight. I pulled him to me, kissing him hard and passionately...on the lips. I rolled on top of him, feeling his hard cock pressing between my legs.I sat in his lap, his cock kissing my pussy lips. Slowly I rose my hips and together we watched the head of my son’s cock enter my motherly pussy, both of us gasping in pleasure. My pussy began to take his full hard length into it, moaning louder as I took him. I blinked my eyes open.Everything in my vision was hazy as shit. I could barely see anything in front of me. Looked like a white-ish ceiling though.Fuck man, was I dead?Wait... No, I was still kicking.I looked down to see a heavy blanket covering me. A hospital respiratory mask was strapped to my face, fogging up whenever I breathed. I pulled my arms up to see tubes and wires sticking out of it. A heart monitor nearby gave a steady beep to let me know it hasn't flatlined yet.Yep. Still alive.. Bev ate out the wet slit and with me pounding her faster from behind forcing her face more into Helen’s cunt. Helen screamed out as her cunt squirted out her love juices all over Bev’s face and into the hot tub and I pulled my cock out and had it by Helen’s open mouth and streams of warm come hit the back of her throat and she nearly choked on the load I was giving her.Ian had finally finished fucking Wendy and with more come dribbling out of her now expand love hole she got up and checked out. I moaned, almost terrified at where this was going, but was excited anyway. He nibbled on my ear, and his hands came around to start unbuttoning my shirt, which he then threw on the floor. He was now making quick work of my bra, and soon that joined my shirt. I gasped as the cool air danced across my breast, and my erect nipples stood hard on top of my DD breasts. He trailed his kisses down, and I closed my eyes in pleasure as he took one of my tits in his mouth, flicking the bud with his.
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