Not surprisingly, Jeremy found that watching his sister come all over their mother’s face was fucking hot, and after his nap, his balls were fully loaded and ready to erupt after only a couple minutes of being balls deep inside his mother’s tight, wet pussy.
Diane’s orgasm was also rising at an exponentially fast rate, meaning it was accelerating as it raced towards the finish line. She came up for air from the heavenly hot box between her daughter’s legs and begged, “Yes, you mother fucker, pound your mother’s pussy, hammer Mommy’s cunt and breed her with your biggest load!”
“Shoot your load inside Mommy’s cunt, big brother!” Christy added, her orgasm fading, but still delivering aftershocks of pleasure.
“Oh, yeah Mom, do you want to be your son’s three-hole fuck-toy cum bucket?” Jeremy demanded, fully committed to his own sexual adrenaline rush.
“Yes I do, son, you nasty mother fucker,” Diane moaned, for some reason that wicked term really turning her on, and enhancing the growing euphoria inside her. “Come inside all three of Mommy’s fuck holes whenever you damn well please, give me the pleasure I haven’t received in years, and treat me like a cheap cum slut.”
Both Jeremy and Diane were about to erupt even before Christy added, “Fucking fill Mom’s cunt, you dirty mother fucker!”
Christy was so turned on from watching her mother getting fucked, and even more so because of the nasty words guttering out of her formerly prim and proper Mom.
“Fucking here it comes!” Jeremy grunted, reaching for her mother’s hair and tugging it back roughly as if he were attempting to rein in a runaway filly, while he spewed his load deep into his mother’s pussy.
Feeling her son’s load filling her wanton womb, the load exploding inside her triggering her own much-needed orgasm, Diane screamed, “Merry Christmas, you fuckers!”
“I fucking love watching our Mom getting railed while she spews out filth like a nasty porn slut,” Christy exulted, still turned on even after her orgasm.
“Get used to the new normal,” Diane said, as her orgasm ricocheted around internally, as if a pinball were careening around inside her and striking every erogenous zone she had.
“You get used to it: you’re going to be our fulltime Mommy cunt-licking, cock-taking pet for the rest of our visit,” Christy assured her.
“It’ll be tougher to get away with once Maggie arrives tomorrow,” Diane pointed out, still within the rapture of her unbridled taboo lust.
“Fuck,” Christy replied.
“We’ll just have to be discreet and sly,” Jeremy suggested, as he continued slowly and sensuously fucking his Mom long after he’d finished depositing his load deep inside her.
“The bottom line is I’m your cum slut come what may, you two,” Diane pledged, living in the now, and not in some future where she wouldn’t still be experiencing all this intense…taboo… surreal… unbelievable… life-changing… pleasure.
“We could just move her to LA,” Jeremy suggested, pulling out of his mother. “It’s not as if we can’t afford it.”
“We could, actually,” Christy agreed.
“You could?” Diane asked, finding the idea surprising and yet appealing in her flushed, post-orgasmic state. Yet truth was, she’d lived here for her entire life… not in this house, but in this town… and she couldn’t imagine living somewhere else… especially in a huge, crowded megacity like Los Angeles. Yet these past few hours had awakened desires in her she couldn’t imagine suddenly doing without again.
“What’s keeping you here?” Christy asked.
“It’s complicated, and we’re not going to resolve this in an instant. So let me finish getting dinner ready, and then we can chat about it,” Diane said, this topic cooling off her fire. The question was a fair one, and not simple.
“Sure,” Christy said, hopping down off the counter. “What can I do to help?”
“Mash the potatoes,” Diane said, having put milk and salt and pepper into them just before their second sexual rendezvous had begun. As she stood up straight, she felt a little cum leaking out of her pussy, “Fuck son, your firehose shoots massive loads!”
“I know,” Jeremy said smugly.
Fifteen minutes later, all three of them once again dressed in their festive seasonal attire, were sitting together at the kitchen table enjoying a great meal, all of them needing some sustenance after their two intense fuck sessions.
“So seriously, what about your moving to Los Angeles?” Christy asked, a little surprised to be asking a question she’d never imagined asking. Of course she’d never imagined sitting on her Mom’s face either.
“I don’t know,” Diane said unsurely. “I need to think about it, but let’s talk.”
“What’s left for you here, Mom?” Jeremy asked. “You’re retired and an empty nester.”
“Nothing and everything,” Diane answered.
“What do you mean?” Jeremy asked.
“Yes, your father is gone, and you two live in Los Angeles, but all my friends are here, and this is my home,” Diane explained.
“You’ll meet new friends out there,” Jeremy said.
“Will I?” Diane asked. “And even if I do, they could never know me like Pam, Jane and Eleanor do. Our friendship goes back to when we were all kids.”