She softly kissed his lips.
"You promise?" She asked, gazing down at him with those big gleaming green eyes.
"Yeah."
Monica fed him another smacking kiss, slower this time. "You swear?"
"Of course, we can go tomorrow if you want."
Monica turned over and sat on her son's lap, smothering his hard pecker in soft butt cheeks.
She stretched her sexy legs straight out and leaned back against him.
"Your sister's going today with her friends, so don't be surprised if you run into her there."
Alex was sorta taken back at the way his mom was sitting on him, but he tried not to show it.
"Oh great, she'll probably be asking me for money."
Monica giggled as she used her legs to slowly swing them up and back a few times. "I'll make sure she has plenty so she'll leave you and your friends alone."
Speaking of the obnoxious little sister, Maria snuck into Monica and Alex's bedroom and quietly peeked into the closet. Through the curtain she could see her mom sitting on Alex's lap, leaning back against his chest comfortably.
"Sure you don't want to hang around here with me today... I think we might have our own little carnival ride here." Monica said, as she made them swing freely off the floor.
From the way he was sitting Alex had quite the view. With his mom against his back like this he could stare straight down her smock, into her monster cleavage. When he gazed straight out, he could see her shimmering legs extended out, her sexy little bare feet pointed as they swung up and back only a foot from the floor.
Monica felt the teenaged dick flex against her ass.
"We could call our ride the amazing boner swing," she giggled.
"Yeah, funny, Mom."
Monica turned her head and kissed his cheek. "I hope you're not still embarrassed about those."
"Well I had one this morning when you were tickling me...I was ok with it then wasn't I?" Alex asked.
"Mmm that you were...and I was pretty ok with it too." Monica said, quickly squeezing her buttocks around the long pipe tucked snug between it's cheeks.
"That's a relief...seeing as it gets like that a lot." Alex said.
"Well one thing's for sure...it feels pretty darn big...and strong too," she said, feeling her heart flutter.
"What does?"
"That lump in your shorts, silly," she giggled.
"Isn't that how they're suppose to feel?"
"Not when it's your mom's sitting on your lap." Monica said almost jokingly.
"I'm sorry, guess it is kinda wrong huh."
Monica kept swinging them, which made her butt-hole grind along the underside of the stiff throbbing cylinder of cock-meat.
"Don't apologize, goofball. Do you hear your mom complaining?"
Maria raced from the doorway and into her father's room. John was sitting up in bed watching a baseball game.
"Hey, Pumkin, what are you up to?" John asked, as she climbed up on the bed next to him.
"Mommy's sitting on Alex's lap."
"She is huh...in the kitchen?" John asked.
"No, in Alex's closet, on his swing chair. They were talking about the lump in Alex's shorts." Maria said.
John look at his daughter, confused. "The lump in his shorts?"
"Daddy, is that when a boys pee-pee gets hard?" Maria asked.
"Honey, you're way too young to know about that stuff."
"I think it is...cuz mommy was sitting on Alex's pee-pee in the closet and she said it felt big and strong."
Angered, John quickly pulled back the covers and lowered his bed. He tried to manuever into his wheelchair, but failed miserably and dropped to the floor.
"Daddy!" Maria cried out.
Seconds later Monica rushed into the room. "John?...Oh my God, honey, what happened?"
John sat up on the floor. Maria was bawling at this point.
"Nothing...nothing, I'm fine," he said.
"No you're not fine, you're on the floor. What the hell happened?"
"I just had a little spill. Help me up into my chair, I'll be fine," he said, a tad embarrassed.
Monica helped her husband off the floor. "Maria, stop crying honey, daddy's ok."
Maria rushed out of the room, still crying. "But I made him mad so I made him get hurt."
"What did she do?" Monica asked, showing some concern.
"Forget it...we'll talk about it later."
Monica sat on the bed and took her husband's hand. "You know...the kids are both going to the fair tonight and..."
"And what?" John asked.
"And...well, it's been over two months," she said, cocking an eyebrow.
"Well, a lot's happened in two months babe, including this." John said, motioning to his legs.
"I know but...I just thought, maybe we could try..."
A couple hours later Monica was pouncing on her husband like a hungry cougar. They kissed desperately as she quickly peeled his shirt off. John was leaned back in bed and Monica was straddling him.
"Ohhh John...ohh God, I need it so bad." She sighed, pulling down her haulter and quickly unclaping her strapless bra.
Monica's huge tits sprung free from her bra and bobbled around wilding as she kissed on her husband some more.
She began to rock her hips, grinding her swampy cunt against his non-exsistent bulge.
"Oh fuck John, I need you!" She cried.
She dismounted and ripped his shorts down to his knees. Without the least bit of hesitation the hungry cock-starved wife dove head first into his groin and started sucking his limp cock.
Her head bobbed up and down frantically, trying to put some life in her husband shriveled appendage. While she sucked Monica grabbed it at the base and tugged up and down, using all her tricks.
"Please, John!" She moaned, then flailed her tongue around the spongy tip of his soft cock.
In one swoop she swallowed his entire dong, right down to his balls and and drug her long pink tongue back and forth across his nuts. Her mouth formed a tight vacuum seal and began to suck hard on his cock.
After a few minutes, John's limp pecker POPPED from Monica's mouth. She reached under her dress and pulled her panties down. John watched them slide down her silky tan legs and over her little bare feet.
Again Monica mounted him. She reached under and grabbed his dick, pulling and tucking. Her dripping cunt hovered right over it, aching to be stuffed full.
"Fuck me...oh God John, please fuck me!" She cried.
Desperately, she brushed the mushroom tip back and forth against her inflamed clit, then down between her gooey slit. With unbridled horniess she bounced up and down against it, trying to force it inside. "Nooo! Oh please, John!"
"I'm sorry baby." John said in a defeated tone, staring down in between the huge hanging utters bobbling in front of him.
His cock started to worm inside the sucking mouth of Monica's cunt. "Ohhh, yes, there it is!"
Too wilted to go any further it popped right out.
"FUCK!" Monica shouted in frustration. She seemed near tears at this point.
"I'm sorry honey, I just can't." John said.
Monica fell to one side of him on the bed and began to sniffle.
John reached over and rubbed her shoulder tenderly. "Let me lick you."