Breeding stock

Lisa whimpered quietly as the incestuous pair recovered from their respective climaxes, both breathing heavy for several minutes before Alma shifted off the bed, approaching Virgil.

"Now son, we gotta make sure o this, right. Let momma get you nice and ready for round two."

Lisa couldn't see what was happening but she had a fair idea, wet slurping sounds soon emanating from the pair. In fact, Alma had awkwardly knelt down before Virgil and began to lick his softening cock, eager to get him erect again and recommence the breeding of their captive slut. Alma made sickening moaning noises now and then, apparently savouring the flavour left by the cowgirl on her son's cock and in no time he was ready again. Alma returned to the bed, awkwardly clambering over Lisa and eventually managing to move into a kneeling position above the bound woman's face. Alma's slit was hairy, slick wet and stank of piss and poor Lisa had no escape, the old woman's foulness sliming over her face occasionally.

"That's it boy, push them legs up here." grunted Alma, and Virgil complied, grabbing Lisa's ankles and hoisting them high, exposing and opening her wide in the process. Alma reached out to grip Lisa behind her knees, holding her there, gaped wide for Virgil who stepped forward, lining his cock up with her cunt, before slipping in easily. Lisa cried out, pleading for them to stop but Alma merely shushed her, lowering herself to smother the girl for a few moments to make her point.

Lisa knew that in this position she was in serious danger of being knocked up, the sperm already inside her surely coursing it's way into her depths and no doubt another thick load to come any moment. Shamefully the constant stimulation was wearing her down, the lewd sounds that accompanied Virgil's every thrust combined with the thick scent of sex that filled the room causing her body to respond. Alma began to bounce a little in her excitement, her wet, hairy cunt mashing against Lisa's lips and nose, leaking out a small but steady stream of fluids as she spurred on her son and Lisa found herself lapping at it, savouring the taste as her pleasure began to build.

"Good girl." Alma barked from above her. "Drink up darlin while Virgil works his magic."

Lisa could only respond with a muffled groan, Alma having started to fully grind herself into Lisa's face. Alma had unbuttoned her blouse and let her huge, saggy breasts flop free, swaying in time with her movements - Virgil clearly enjoying the view as his tempo increased, his release seemingly imminent.