He Ignores The Question

"Don't stop. Just, don't." George gasped pleadingly in response to Melissa as Magda deep throated his shaft giving George pleasures he had long forgotten, putting the long cooled embers of lust within him a glow.

Melissa giggled at the old man, so lost in this instance of revisited youth.

The mother and daughter worked symbiotically, overwhelming George's senses with pleasure as they fluidly moved around each others individual actions.

George is so blown away he just closes his eyes and leans his head back against the sliding door, the world just fades away as he absorbs the long forgotten sensations. He moaned long and low with pleasure. Magda and Melissa just smiled and continued their work, making out with each other, their tongues dueling across the cockhead between them.

Melissa soon kissed her way up George's body, making her way up across his chest, along his shoulder, and scaling the nape of his neck and ridge of his chin line to make out with him. "Do me a favour George, my tits are dying to be sucked on."

Melissa barely finished her request before feeling a firm possessive grope scoop her E cup breast, drawing its nipply into his mouth. George looked at her with need. A look that momentarily turned to shock as he tasted his first draught of Melissa's corrupted milk. The shock was momentary as it quickly subsided into an aggressive thirst.

Melissa stroked his hair and held his head against her chest, looking down to her mother. This target was going to be too easy. A life time of experiences, regrets, and slowly forgotten passions, lusts, and desires made stoking the flames of corruption in George a lot like starting a campfire with gas. Or more like propane in this case as George began thrusting aggressively into Magda's face.

He was more than ready and eager to cum, he was already craving a taste of their pussies. A hundred craven thoughts and pictures swirled about in his mind. Here he was fucking, no violating his neighbour's daughter's breasts, and mouth. Her friend, completely anonymous, bobbing on his cock. Without even an introduction. What could he even try to say to Joe if Joe found out?

Its not his fault Joe's daughter is such a promiscuous slut, joining along with any friend who leads her into a sexual encounter.

George hadn't felt so alive in years, his mind flowed with thoughts of what to do if the wife caught them. Or even going upstairs to fuck her next. No, he should fuck these girls until their screaming brought her down here! Let her see what a REAL woman looks like getting ducked.

He felt a climax surge and screamed aloud in the victory of recovering such a long lost antiquity from his past, only to feel himself burn with amplified sensitivity and lust. He desired to cum, more now that it had somehow been denied to him than before.

With one arm wrapped around Melissa he continued to revel in the services Magda was delivering. Her G cup breasts now encompassing his cock for a sultry tit fuck he quickly turned aggressive, with wanton thrusts.

"What would you give to see me lick cum off my own mother's breasts?" Melissa asked alluringly.

"Magda?" Joe asked rhetorically, feeling a head bob down and tongue wrap around his cock before a response came back.

"Don't mind Melissa, you know how she is," Magda replied in a sultry voice, the sentence jarring George into an even more aroused state the taboo of fucking a mother and daughter luring him into another climax.

George quickly threw Melissa down next to her mother as he tried to cum on those firm pillowy breasts before his cock. The mother daughter duo dancing their tongues across his cock head eager to see if he would forsake it all unknowingly.