Moms and Sons Part Three: Eating at the Y.

"Oh, hon, yes," Veevee said. She lay back on the pillow, her knees parted, as Peter crouched between her legs, licking her pussy. "Keep it up." Her hips trembled as Peter licked a warning shock out of her. "Eat me up, hon. Oooooh."

"Motherfucking pussy eater!" Sally said. "Yes yes my clit, yes!" Sally shifted her hips and shoulders, her long limbs moving with the little zaps of pleasure that Gary was licking out of her. "Damn it, right there, right there, right there, Ooooooo!" Sally clamped her hands round the back of Gary's head and pressed his face hard into her pussy, grinding her hips up at him and squealing as her climax took her. "Eeee, eeee, eeeee!"

Sally's flailing leg kicked Veevee's, indirectly bumping Peter. Peter looked up, ducked the next kick, then kept low, smiling as he watched his mother come. Mom, he thought. I love how she comes. Peter's face was slick from cheeks to chin with Veevee's pussy juice.

"Oh stop oh stop oh stop!" Sally called out, pushing Gary back. "Let me catch my breath. Ah."

Peter turned his head back to Veevee's pussy, her thick lips swollen with arousal, her clit erect and sensitive.

"Oh hon, right there," Veevee said after Peter had gotten up a good rhythm. "Getting close."

Sally interjected, "Peter baby, Veevee likes a finger on her ass to make her come. Can you do that for her?"

"Sally," Veevee protested weakly. "All right, yes. Would you, Peter? Put your thumb right on it?"

"Mm-hm, mm-hm," Peter said as he kept licking, concentrating on Veevee's firmly swollen bean of a clit.

"Now, do it now!" Veevee said.

Peter slid one hand down and probed with his thumb, finding the springy ring guarding Veevee's back door and settling the pad of his thumb on it and pressing firmly as he kept licking her clit.

"Yes push my COME button! OH!" Veevee groaned, her head and shoulders coming up off the pillow, her hips rocking hard as her orgasm took her.

After a quick recovery, Veevee called for the next figure in their dance.