...uscles rippling as he hunched into his writhing wife.
The covers were a heaped mess on the floor at the foot of the bed, and Lisa noticed that her mother was all but shredding the bottom sheet with her long fingernails which dug into the mattress deeply for support.
Lisa felt a knot in her stomach, one that twisted all the way down between her young legs.
Homer moved in slow, even strokes, arching his back and thrusting into Marge with long, deep jabs.
Each thrust brought a primal growl from deep inside Marge’s throat, and Lisa watched her mother’s hips move back instinctively, forcing Homer’s huge shaft deeper inside her.
“God! You’re so fuckin’ tight like this Marge!” Homer whispered, his words carrying, easily to Lisa’s ears in the nearby hallway.
Marge half moaned, half sighed her response, pushing her upper body up on her hands, her full breasts swaying beneath her slim, supple body.
“Fuck me hard Homer .” she breathed. “Fuck me hard and fast. Cum in me!” Lisa couldn’t believe her ears! Her nipples were already hard, excited by what she’d seen and heard so far.
Now they ached to be touched and Lisa’s right hand found her nipple, teasing it.
She watched as Homer began thrusting faster into Marge’s raised ass, their bodies making an audible “smack”,
Marge’s breasts bouncing, and the flesh of h...