Mommy’s Threesomes 4-Pack : Books 9 – 12

The Mommy’s Threesome bundle features books 9 – 12 of the series, where naughty mothers enjoy their very first threesomes with every family-dynamic you can imagine.  Read as Mom’s go at it with husbands and sons, husbands and daughters, and sons and daughters!  These sinful stories are sure to satisfy.

Stories include: ‘Selling Pantyhose With My Daughter, ‘Play Acting, ‘F’ing My Son & His Dad,’ and ‘Mommy Daddy Daughter Art Class.’

Read An Excerpt

“You’re incredible,” he moaned.  “But tell me: how far does your relationship extend?”

“What do you mean?” asked Helen.

“I think I know,” I said, and I moved away from them towards Mr. Crawford’s big desk.  I unfastened my shirt and then rolled down my pantyhose, taking my panties with them.

Both of their attention was on me as I undressed, but I felt more confident than ever.  I sat back on his desk and spread my legs wide, letting them look at just how wet I was.

“Mom,” Helen swooned.  “You look incredible.”

“Come and taste me,” I told her.

Their faces bore a look of disbelief, but Helen’s definitely belied a glint of excitement.

“Really?” she checked.

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

“You better do as the boss says,” Mr. Crawford said, and he stepped out of his pants and guided Helen towards me.

Mr. Crawford opened his shirt as Helen got into position.  She took a look back at him and then up at me.

“Are you sure about this?” she whispered.

“Put your face in my pussy,” I told her plainly, and even Mr. Crawford seemed shocked.

“You better do as she says,” he said.

Helen started to kiss at my knees, moving up inside my thigh.  She looked up again for a sign that I might want her to stop, but I didn’t.  She ramped up the intensity and licked her way upwards, finally landing her mouth right on my pussy.  I closed my eyes and let my head drop back.

“Good girl,” Mr. Crawford encouraged.

He was immediately enjoying the view.  When I saw him again he was jerking his cock and watching the incest unfold before him.

I reached out for him and he came within my grasp.  I took a grip of his shirt and pulled him towards me, then we kissed as my daughter continued to feast.

The smacking of two pairs of lips could be heard now in his resplendent office.  The sound bounced off marble and hard-wood.  The whole city sat beneath us, oblivious to the depravity occurring in that high-rise office.

Helen knew just how to work me.  Her tongue slipped up and down my groove and she’d envelop the whole of my pussy with her mouth, sucking it into her and tonguing at my clit as it swelled and stiffened.

It got so that I could scarcely concentrate on Mr. Crawford, but I don’t think he was too concerned.  He was happy to watch the spectacle.

Helen ate feverishly and Mr. Crawford opened my shirt wide, squeezing at my big tits.  He pulled down a cup of my bra and went straight for my nipple.  With his mouth on me too I started to lose it.  I could feel the bubbling climax arrive inside me.

“Yes!   Yes!  Don’t stop,” I whimpered.

“She has no intention of stopping,” Mr. Crawford said.  “Make her come, Helen.”

With his permission Helen raced her tongue all over me, driving a finger up inside me and licking the cum off of it.  She poked right into my honey-pot and tasted what I had to offer, and when Mr. Crawford’s mouth returned to my tits I lost it.

“Yes!” I gushed, feeling my muscles turn tense.

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