Family Guy Hentai – Threesome with Lois
Lois Griffin, the sexy redheaded housewife, always appeared prim and proper on the hit animated sitcom Family Guy. But beneath that buttoned-up exterior lay a sensual, insatiable minx desperate to break free from suburban monotony. Lucky for her, a certain…unnatural event transformed our dear Lois into a bona fide hentai vixen, lusting after anything with a pulse and a throbbing bulge in their pants.
The episode opens with Lois in bed, writhing in unfulfilled desire atop rumpled sheets. Her husband, Peter, lays snoring beside her, dead to the world – and to his wife’s carnal needs. Lois, unable to bear the aching emptiness a moment longer, slips out from under the covers and pads down the hall, her voluptuous curves casting sinful shadows on the walls with each step.
Enter Meg and Chris, sprawled on the couch in their pajamas, passed out with popcorn strewn about. Lois pauses, drinking in the sight of their nubile teenage forms. A wicked smile curves her lush lips as a wanton idea takes shape. She sidles closer, the delicate fabric of her negligee whispering seductively with each movement.
Feminine fingers trail over Meg’s nubile thigh, slowly, torturously. Young eyes flutter open to behold a heaving bosom mere inches from her blushing face. Lois leans in close, her warm breath an erotic caress upon Meg’s lush lips.
“Meggy,” Lois purrs, “Mommy needs you. I’m TAINted, so thirsty. Your sweet honey will quench my thirst.”
Meg gasps, drowning in the sultry gaze of her mother’s blue eyes. The zipper of her pajama top inches down under deft fingers, revealing the swift peaks of her small breasts. Girlish nipples stiffen under the rapt attention of Lois’ tongue.
Across the couch, Chris stirs from his slumber. “Wha…the fuck? Mu-uum?”
Rambunctious lust rages within Lois, unquenchable, incurable. She tears her gaze from Meg’s flushed face and turns hungry eyes upon her eldest son. “Oh Chris… even YOUR petulant body entices me. I WANT you.”
Bony fingers caress the bulge straining against Chris’ inseam. Teasingly, tantalizingly, the zipper descends. Pubescent flesh springs free, red and weeping with need. Lois’ tongue darts out to lap up the pearlescent beads of pre-cum moistening the tip.
” Mommmm! Noooo!”
Lois smirks at Chris’ vain protest. Her fingers dance over the other side of his pajama pants leg, locating Meg’s chubby thighs. Muscled digits plunge beneath the elastic waistband and grab a firm hold of the girl’s plush bottom. Meg squeaks with surprise and fear, but obediently parts her thighs.
Lois leans down, a fan of vibrant red hair caressing Chris’ boyish face and Meg’s, sandwiching them in its silky threads. Her even, white teeth nip Meg’s tender inner thigh before she releases a degrading stream of gob-smacking lewdness:
“Mmm, Meggy dear…Mommy needs your sweet milk…I want to suckle from your nectar-filled teat until I’m feel full…sated…drunk on the essence of your virgin body….”
Meg whimpers in delicious distress as Lois’ hot mouth reaches its carnal goal and seals around the girl’s cinched-off little slit. Her mouth feels hot, burning, as a wriggling tongue pushes wetly past swollen folds to plunder the honeyed cavern beyond.
Chris mewls in complaint as his mother’s sinful attentions abandon him, but any further commentary is choked as Lois’ ruby lips engulf his boyhood and slide all the way to the root. He bucks helplessly against the wet suction, mewling like a commensurate virgin.
Masterbatory fluids dribble down Lois’ chin as she orally infe accompagné s both children in a perverse circuit. Shesamarés any tasty wiff of their sweetness with frenzied osculation and tongue-slurping wetness. She’s insatiable. An animal in heat, deranged by base urges. But she’s fulfilling a sacred calling: nurturing her young, impregnating them with the knowledge of the glory of goddesslike female sexuality.
Chris and Meg’s youthful groans reach a crescendo. Their untried bodies spasm helplessly under Lois’ skilled touches as she crams two index fingers into each slick nethers respectively, pumping mercilessly. With a yowl, Chris explodes into his mother’s eager mouth, following right after by Meg’s explosive flowering.
Lois works her fingers until the last delectable spurt is coaxed from the spent mounds of flesh, and manages to swallow both generous loads with a delighted moan, savouring the pungent saltiness. As the children collapse panting into the couch cushions, Lois stands back with a sated smile, a hungry gleam still in her ever-ravenous eyes. Her toddler stewpet, Stewie, cannot affair forever, after all!
