Mommy’s Threesomes 4-Pack : Books 81 – 84

The Mommy’s Threesome bundle features books 81 – 84 of the series, where naughty mothers enjoy their very first threesomes with every family dynamic you can imagine.  Read as moms go at it with husbands and sons, husbands and daughters, and sons and daughters!  These sinful stories are sure to satisfy.

Stories include: ‘Campsite Fever,’ ‘Swinging Daughter,’ ‘The Family Christmas Party’ and ‘The Family Tap-Ass.’

 

 

Read An Excerpt

His mouth clasped over the mature woman’s sex, and he tongued along the folds, pressing his muscle into her and sliding up towards Angela’s charged clitoris.

She shivered as he struck it, throwing back her head and moaning.  As she looked at the wooden ceiling, she tried to remember how the fuck she’d made it here.

Below the desk her daughter worked out of sight, sucking along Travis and jerking him.  Were it not for how hard he was concentrating on pleasing Angela, he might just have come right then and there.  But he had a job to do.

Travis channeled Captain Hogan, mouthing and kissing at Angela’s folds.  As her moans and joyous cries began to soar, he showed no sign of slowing down.  If anything, Travis ate more eagerly, keen to deliver a climax to Angela.  He knew how grateful women were when a man pleased them.  She’d be like putty in his hands.

“Oh, Travis,” moaned Angela, forgetting that her daughter was in the room.  “You’re going to make me come!”

Megan wanted to see it.  She didn’t know why, but Travis’s beautiful cock took second place now that Angela was writhing in the throes of passion.

Megan stood up beside Travis and stroked his back as he feasted on her mom’s snatch.  She looked at how his mouth pressed against her mom’s crotch and then bit her lip at her mom’s clear enjoyment.

Angela moaned down, her face contorted in pleasured anguish.  She glanced at her daughter and then let go, feeling the contractions of climax arrive at her core.

Travis felt them on his face, and he started to jerk his cock in response, turned on by Angela’s clear arousal as she came on his mouth.

Angela squeezed her own breasts, moaning over and over as the climax made her writhe on the reception desk.

Megan’s hand went to her pussy, and she began to play with herself too.  Something about the primal image of her own mom undulating in ecstasy did something to her that she never anticipated.  It turned her on.

Megan strummed at her pussy and Travis noticed.  He dropped to his knees and moved under her, lifting her leg so that he could get his face in there too.

“Oh, give her one too,” sighed Angela, sitting up and looking down.

Travis ate eagerly, locking eyes on Megan who stared down.

Angela sat on the reception desk, kicking her legs slowly as she regained her breaths and watched her daughter enjoy herself.

“Let me help,” said Angela finally, jumping off the desk.

She came around beside Megan and at first her daughter was cautious.  She found it hard to focus, but when Angela pressed her naked body against Megan’s back and teased her fingers down over her stomach, Megan started to realize that her mom truly wanted to help.

“Let go,” whispered Angela, and she pressed her fingers into Megan’s flesh, just above the top of her pussy.  She started to move the skin, jostling Megan’s clitoris by proxy and pulling back the little hood.

“Mommy,” hushed Megan.