I could see past my mother. Melody was on her back at the edge of the bed with her head hanging over. Hank fed her his c**k. Anna had her mouth on her mother's p***y, and Deuce was f*****g her.
"Oh f**k," I growled. "I am now, Mom." My climax roared through me and deep into my mother even before I'd finished speaking.
"Oh, Bob!" Mom cried, and I felt her v****a tighten as she came with me.
True to the promises of the drug companies, my c**k stayed hard. Mom and I got up, and she sat. I knelt between her legs, but the angle wasn't great.
"Here, we'll make room," Melody said, and the Conners rearranged themselves.
I wish I'd taken a picture. Melody was on her hands and knees; Mom was on her back under Melody, her face inches from where Deuce's c**k was sliding in and out of his mother's
