Gayla and Billy froze, heads turning fearfully toward their husband and father. It took a moment for Gayla to realize what she was seeing. A head was bobbing up and down over Bill’s groin, long dark hair hanging down, obscuring the face. Finally it dawned on her. “Brie?” she whispered, shocked. “What are you doing?”
Brianna paused, raising her head. She looked at Mama and answered in the same whisper, “I’m doing what you’re doing.” Then her eyes shifted to Billy’s face and she said, “I wanna be fucked, too.”
“I thought you were a virgin,” Billy whispered to her.
“I am,” she said. “I want Daddy to be my first.” Then, flipping her hair back defiantly, she lowered her mouth once again to her father’s erect prick, keeping her eyes on them. Billy’s eyes widened for a moment at the sight, then he grinned and began humping his mother with renewed vigor.
Gayla knew she shouldn’t allow this to happen. She wanted to make Brianna stop, but what could she say in her present position? And her son’s driving cock wouldn’t allow her to think, spreading her open so nicely, pushing her once again toward the brink of the orgasm that had been approaching before they were interrupted.