Your Pussy Or Your Life 2 by loyalsock
Date: 7/20/2017,
Categories:
First Time
Mature
Taboo
Author: loyalsock
... can't wait to see mother and father's faces when we tell them we've both been fucked by Big Dick McCabe," said Hugo. "Maybe we can all have another one of our hot foursomes tonight when we get home?" "You bet your sweet life we will," replied Lady Sarah without hesitation. "We might even be able to persuade your aunt Henrietta and her two horny sons to join us, too. My nephews can give Big Dick a run for his money in the penis department any time, as can you and my son." "Yes, grandmother," said Hugo, "father really does have a dick to be proud of And if Henry and Edward are there, too," Hugo went on, referring to his cousins, "it will be one big f****y orgy. Lady Henrietta never says no to a good double pounding from the big pricks of those hunky lads of hers. Just as I don't." Both Lady Sarah and Hugo were starting to feel really horny again, not surprising really since they were still suffering from the aftermath of the Big Dick McCabe effect. "I'm sure your father will want to show his old mum again what he's made of, roo, just as you and ...
... McCabe did this afternoon," said Lady Sarah. "Yes, grandmother," said Hugo, "and when father's finished with you, I'm sure he'll let me fuck him again - and mother, too." "I can't wait to see you all in action, sweetheart," Lady Sarah replied, giving Hugo's package a little tweak, "your mother and father really love it when you fuck them. So do I," she went on, grinning. "And," she added as another thought came to her, "wouldn't it be good fun if we could persuade Big Dick McCabe to join our parties one of these days?" "It certainly would," said Hugo, "especially as aunt Henrietta has already had the pleasure." "Certainly something to think about, sweetheart," said Lady Sarah, patting Hugo's knee. "Now, come on, we'd best get back, else we shall be late for dinner." Hugo smiled at his loving doting grandmother and shook the reins and, in the blistering heat of the Eighteenth Century afternoon, the carriage started slowly to move forward along the dirt track as Lady Sarah and her grandson headed happily for home ...