Double Coated : Mommy’s Threesomes 31

We like to do things as a family, but I think sex as a family was perhaps a step too far.  I’m helping my husband Clark paint the dining-room with our son Anthony, but in my short skirt perhaps I shouldn’t be going up the stepladder.

Clark pulls down my panties as a joke, but the joke soon turns naughty.  I’m giggling and embarrassed but the look on Anthony’s face has got me excited.  Clark thinks it might be time to involve Anthony in our sinful sessions, but that means Clark has to find a whole new hole to call home.  Read as I put them both inside me together and try it in the ass for the first time, discovering something about Anthony that not even my husband knew!

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“Go on,” I hushed.

I grabbed the hemming of my skirt and started to pull it up my thighs slowly.  Anthony watched it rise, revealing more and more skin until there was only one thing left to expose.

I felt the cool air from the open window catch against my wetness.  Anthony let out a breath as he spied my pussy, then he pushed his face forwards and put his mouth right over it.

“Fuck!” I cried, stumbling back.  I put my hand to the wall and felt the wet of the paint.  Neither of us cared that we’d made a mess of the job.  We were about to make a much bigger mess.

“That’s good, son,” Clark said, and when I looked back to him he had his hard cock in his hands and he was jerking it steadily.

Anthony’s eyes were closed, and he was licking at sucking at my pussy.  I put a hand on his head and held him there, messing his hair with white paint.

He tongued up into me and tasted my wetness and I moaned in response, begging for more.

“Eat Mommy’s pussy, Anthony, yes!  That’s it!  Yes!”

I threw back my head and grunted with satisfaction.  I pressed my tits together between my arms and pushed my crotch forward to meet his hungry mouth.  I could feel my nipples stiffening as Anthony went wild.

I gasped and moaned, torn between pleasure and disbelief.  We shared a lot with our son, but we’d never shared anything like this.

Clark jerked his cock and then stepped forwards, moving towards the scene of debauchery.  He stood close behind Anthony, watching as he feasted on me.

Then Clark leaned forwards over our son and he put his lips on mine.  We started to kiss, and I felt Anthony leave my pussy.  Clark gasped and pulled back.

I pulled away too, looking at the confused look on his face.  Clark looked down and I followed his bewildered face.

My husband’s cock was disappearing into my son’s mouth and I didn’t know quite how to react.  Clark had his hands at his side and looked as though he wasn’t about to stop anything.

“Feel good?” I asked after composing myself.

“Surprisingly so,” Clark said.

I leaned in and gave him another kiss as Anthony got him nice and stiff and ready.

“Seems we’re all discovering a few things today,” I hushed.

My husband and I kissed, and it was even more amazing now that I knew that he was being serviced by another man.

Eventually I pulled my lips off him and then I crouched to the floor with Anthony, watching close as his lips pushed over his father’s cock again and again.

“You’re good at that,” I told him, and I took a grip of his hair and moved his head back and forth.

“That’s it, Kate,” Clark said, watching me use our son.

Anthony’s head bobbed over Clark’s cock, and I moved a hand to check whether this had had the desired effect on him.  I placed it at Anthony’s crotch and felt the big, hard cock beneath.

“There you are,” I said wryly.

Anthony smiled, or at least he tried to.  His mouth was too full of cock to complete the expression, but I could see a sparkle in his eye.

I started to take down his overalls and push them down his body.  Anthony rose on his knees and I was able to work the garment under his ass.  Now I could see the size of what he had to offer, but it was behind the thin barrier of his underwear.

“You suck his,” I said, getting to the floor, “and I’ll suck yours.”

Anthony hummed excitedly as I pulled down his boxer-shorts.

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