Mommy’s Threesomes 8-Pack : Books 33 – 40

The Mommy’s Threesome bundle features books 33-40 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: ‘F Club,’ ‘I Showed My Voyeur Daughter How To F,’ ‘Carnival Fever,’  ‘My Cellmate Is My Own Daughter,’ ‘Spying On My Son And His Girlfriend,’ ‘The Guy That Joined The Threesome Is My son,’ ‘Lesbian Sex With My Daughter Until A Local Joins In,’ ‘and ‘Three In The Bed And One’s My Son.’

Read An Excerpt

“Nate,” I said, taking off my belt and then unfastening my pants.  “Come here and lick Mommy’s pussy.”

Nate bit his lip and looked back to Carter who was still in a state of delirium.

“Nate!” I asserted.

He waddled to the car, his sweatpants around his ankles.  He quickly started to unfasten my pants and wriggle them down over my ass, keen suddenly to be my favorite.

“Good boy,” I said.

He seemed appreciative of my plaudits.

Carter came to his side to watch as he pulled at my pants, then he started to help.  He unfastened my shoes and took them off.

Nate wiped at his mouth and looked at my panties.  I kept my knees closed for now, pretending to be coy.

“You gonna let me do what I do best?” Nate said.

“What you do best?”

“You’ll see,” Nate said confidently.

He pushed my knees open and then gripped the top of my panties.  He pulled them down and I lifted my knees, feeling the cool metal of the car’s hood against my bare ass.

He took them off my ankles and then handed them to his brother.  Afterwards he parted my knees and moved his face closer to my pussy.

I held my breath and looked down.  It wasn’t right to see my son’s face so close to me, but I wanted it bad.  Maybe they got their naughty streak from me.

“Oh, Nate,” I moaned, pushing my hands through his hair.

He dropped his face to me, and I let out a soft moan, but he didn’t yet connect.  Instead, he kissed at the inside of my thigh and danced around my pussy, raising the excitement even more.  My pussy was weeping its juices before he even clamped his lips over it.

Eventually his winding tongue found its way to my folds and slithered up towards my clit.  He wriggled the skin aside until he was rolling his tongue right over my sensitive pearl.

I burst with a moan and fell back against the hood, pushing my pussy up against him.  Nate gripped underneath my ass and squeezed, mouthing and tonguing me beautifully.

He started slow, French-kissing me passionately.  Gradually he built his pace and fervor until he was sucking noisily on my sensitive flesh.

“Yes!” I gasped.

I didn’t know what Carter was up to, and for the moment I didn’t care.  Perhaps he was watching his brother and getting a few pointers.

Nate’s lips came off me and he kissed around my pussy again, leaving it exposed.  Eventually he found his way back to me and I pushed my hands through his hair again.  He felt ever-so-slightly different.

I opened my eyes and looked down.  Carter’s face looked back.  He was between my legs and only his eyes were visible.  They held a smile in them.

“Oh, boys,” I whimpered.

Now Carter tongued me, showing me that he was just as adept at pussy-eating as his brother.  He drove me right to the edge of climax.

Nate came around the car and stood on the opposite side.  He reached over and started to unfasten the buttons of my police uniform.

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