Ben fucked furiously, his cock going deep into his sister’s asshole. His prick came out, and when he thrust forward again, it entered his mother’s mouth. Julie wailed and sucked his cock, the taste exciting her intensely. Ben fucked his mother in her sucking mouth a moment, then pulled out and fucked into his sister’s cunt again. Then he went back to her asshole. Becky now took his hard cock comfortably in her ass. She was crying with rapture as he began fucking from her asshole to her cunt, then into their mother’s mouth.
Julie was almost wild with ecstasy. She flung her legs wide, bouncing her naked ass up and down on the floor, her cunt clutched with wild orgasms.
“I’m gonna come!” Ben shouted. “I’m gonna come!”
“In me!” Becky cried. “Come in my cunt, my asshole!”
Julie could only sob in rapture.
Ben’s cock sent a quick gush of come juice into his sister’s cunt, then before the second spurt came, he had his cock fucked up her asshole. He was gushing jism frantically as he pulled his cock out of Becky’s asshole, and Julie closed her lips about the cockhead in hungry frenzy. She caught a spurt of come juice in her mouth before her son pulled free. He grasped his cock in a tight fist, and began to jack off frantically. Spraying cock cream all over his sister’s ass and cunt, he splashed some into Julie’s face.
“Oooooo, yes!” Julie wailed.
“Oh, so fucking good!” Becky cried.
Ben pumped his cock, sending hot jism over his sister’s ass, her cunt, and into his mother’s face.
He rolled from them, exhausted.
Julie began licking furiously at her daughter’s asshole and cunt, cleaning away the creamy, sweet jism.
For a moment, Julie was alone. Her face was smeared with come juice and pussy wetness. Then she became aware that her daughter was squatting above her face.
“Ooo, I know what you’re going to do on me,” she gurgled.
“I’m gonna piss, Mother,” Becky giggled. “I’m gonna piss in your cocksucking, cunt licking face.”
“Me, too!” Ben yelped.
Ben straddled his mother. He placed his cock against his sister’s cunt.
Julie stared up at them, seeing his cock touching Becky’s cunt. She held her breath, and they started to piss at the same time. She moved her hand up, holding her son’s cock at her daughter’s hairless cunt, the two golden streams mingling near Becky’s sweet pussy. Julie parted her lips wide and took the hot piss into her mouth. She moved her head upward, her tongue out. She flicked it across her son’s piss hole, then her daughter’s cunt, all the time letting her mouth fill with foaming piss, piss ran from the corners of her mouth.
Her cunt was on fire again, and she felt the orgasms racing through her body like a devouring flame. Her face was drenched in hot piss from cunt and cock, her neck, soaked, her tits burning and swollen.
After they finished, she lay in the wetness, opening and closing her long legs, smashing the hairy lips of her cunt against her cunt, wondering if she would ever get enough.
“My asshole is sore,” Becky complained. “Your cock hurt my asshole, Ben.”
“I don’t think so,” Julie whispered. “I saw how you fucked him back with your asshole.”
“It’s not that sore,” Becky giggled naughtily. “I could do it again, right now.”
“I can, too,” Ben bragged, waggling his limp cock at his sister.
“Not with your cock soft, you can’t,” Julie teased. “Besides, maybe we should rest a bit, anyway.”
But Ben’s cock was hardening again. “Oh, well,” he said. “I can still fuck the knothole in the fence.”
“Oh, yeah!” Julie said, flinging herself on her son and gobbling at his cock.
Becky laughed, and as Ben stood, with Julie clinging to his cock with her hot lips, Becky rammed her face between the cheeks of his ass, probing his asshole with her hot little tongue.
“To hell with that knothole!” Ben said. “I’m gonna cover it up!”
Julie sucked hungrily on the young boy’s cock, and Becky fucked her tongue into his asshole. Julie shoved her hand between her son’s thighs and began feeling her daughter up, a finger fucking into her hairless cunt. Julie parted her legs when she felt Becky’s small hand searching for her hairy cunt.
THE END
AB-5480 BILLY’S HOT MOM
CHAPTER ONE
Donna waggled her ass, moving her hands up and down her body.
Billy sat watching, his cock throbbing inside his pants, his eyes big and round, glittering with excitement. The very long, very slender legs of his mother moved snake-like as she turned and danced slowly. Her ass bunched and relaxed.
Donna wasn’t really a dancer, but she loved to dance this way at home, privately, with only her son watching. She had a natural sense of rhythm that was sensuous and arousing, her movements more like fucking rather than dancing. The sway of her hips, the twist of her shoulders, the way she thrust her firm, shapely tits, invited the eye and, perhaps, a hand.
As she moved about the floor, she watched her son. Her eyes, too, were glittering, hot with excitement. Her tits looked ready to pop from her blouse, the creamy valley between showing. A light shrug, and a nipple just might escape, which was what Billy hoped for.
Donna’s blouse was open almost to her waist, and it was obvious she was naked under it. Her tits, though firm and tight-looking, jiggled slightly in movement. Her hips, encased in a pair of white, very tight shorts, writhed and made grinding motions. The crotch was very tight, pulled into the slit of her cunt, molding the pussy lips, bulging slightly. When she twirled her ass in his direction, Billy watched those compact asscheeks, seeing the lower half, the white flesh contrasting deliciously with the tan of her thighs. Donna’s ass was quite shapely, too, with the asscheeks swelling in mouthwatering sweetness.
This wasn’t the first time she had danced before her son with such erotic, teasing movements. She had danced for him many, many times. She loved watching his cock become hard inside his pants, knowing he wanted to stick it to her, to fuck her. Turning her young son on, knowing he was ready to shove his hard cock up her cunt, excited Donna tremendously. She loved to turn people on with her body, yet she was by no means a prick-teaser.
With eyes gazing steadily and significantly upon her son’s bulging cock, Donna faced Billy, her hips revolving slowly. She licked at her full lips, running her hands up and down her hips. Her nipples stood out with rubbery hardness, pointing against the thin blouse. She curled her fingers around her tits for a moment. A slight squeeze of her fingers made her nipples become more pronounced. Billy gasped softly as he stared at them. He sat on the couch making no effort to conceal his obvious hard-on. He was slumped forward slightly, his knees open, hands resting on the cushions at his hips.
Squeezing her tits was something else Donna had done before with her son watching. What she did next, however, was different. With her eyes glowing, lips parted as she panted softly, Donna for the first time caressed her hands down along her lower stomach. She slowly moved her fingers about the bulge of her cunt, her hips revolving in slow motion. The gasp from her son encouraged Donna.
“You really love to watch me, don’t you, honey?” she asked in a low, whispery voice.
Billy nodded, swallowing as his eyes followed his mother’s hands.
Donna slowly slipped one hand between her thighs, then rubbed along her cunt. Her hips moved as she rubbed at her cunt two or three more times. She couldn’t rub much more because she might come. Dancing for her son this way not only made his young cock stand up, but sent a fire through her cunt. Tracing a fingertip along the outlined slit of her cunt, she stared hungrily at the visible throb of her son’s cock. Despite his pants, she could see the roundness of the prickhead, the length of the cockshaft. The wet heat of her cunt increased, and, when she moved a fingertip along the edge of the tight crotch, she could feel wetness on her thigh.
“Oh, God!” she purred, widening her stance and thrusting her hips forward.
“Oh, my God!”
Billy’s eyes watched her finger move along the edge of her crotch. This made Billy want to grab his mother, grab her by her cunt. His right hand trembled as it slipped onto his lap and started for his cock. Despite the many times his mother had danced for him, she had never touched herself this way, not on her pussy.
Donna gasped again, finding her cunt very, very sensitive. The sensations rumbling through her slender body were greater than ever before. She was sure she would come if she placed just a bit of pressure upon her knotted clitoris. She watched her son’s hand come close to his bulging cock, then stop. She knew what he felt. She knew because she felt the same thing — desire, desperate desire, desire that was demanding satisfaction.
“Grab it, baby!” she hissed, the words coming out before she could choke them back. “Grab it now!”
Billy wasn’t sure what his mother wanted him to grab. She was still running her fingertips along the edge of her crotch. Her eyes were burning on the bulge of his cock. He licked his lips hungrily, his hand shaking on his lap, the tips of his fingers almost touching the shaft of his prick.
Donna swung her hips in a slow, tight circle, trying to work a finger into the crotch of her shorts. Billy, seeing this, slipped his hand over his throbbing cock.
“That’s it, baby!” Donna moaned softly. “Grab it tight!”
His fingers pressed and squeezed.
Donna’s body trembled, and, with a soft cry, she jerked her hands from her crotch and to her tits. She cupped them both, squeezing as her eyes smoldered, watching his hand pressing at his cock. With a sudden motion, she yanked her blouse open, her tits spilling out nakedly.
Billy grunted, making a choking sound.
Donna’s tits were spaced wide, rounded and firm, with dark-pink nipples straining out in teasing stiffness. The blouse hung half off her shoulders, and Donna shrugged, setting up a delicious motion in her tits.
Billy squeezed his cock hard.
“Oh, Billy, Billy!” Donna whimpered. She swayed close to him, her knees touching his. She stared down at his hand holding his cock. “Squeeze it, baby! Squeeze it!”
Donna leaned over, her hands braced on the back of the couch, her head dipped to watch his hand. Then, deliberately, she shoved her tits into her son’s face.
“Ohhhh, baby!” she moaned.
Billy felt the heat of his mother’s tits closing about his face, felt the creamy texture of the flesh. His cock seemed to swell more than ever before, the head of his prick ready to burst. Donna shifted her shoulders and watched as one nipple brushed across her son’s chin. She held her breath as she pushed the nipple to his lips.
“Suck it!” she hissed throatily.
Billy reacted immediately. He drew his mother’s nipple between his lips, and sucked wildly, eagerly, his tongue lapping in wet swirls. “Ohhhh, God, baby!” Donna sobbed softly, her tit swelling inside his mouth. “Suck it hard, Billy! Oooooh, suck it very hard!”
Billy pulled as much of his mother’s tit into his mouth as he could, hungry for it. The wet pull on her tit sent a wild ripple of delight down her body, causing her cunt to suck inward tightly. Billy squeezed his cock very hard, hoping he wouldn’t shoot off inside his pants, but unable to relax his grip.
Donna slipped her tit from his mouth, and rubbed both tits back and forth in his face. Billy shoved his tongue out, tasting first one nipple, then the other. Donna squealed in soft sounds, her eyes smoldering and slightly unfocused with fiery passion.
She had not intended on doing this with her son, but something had happened as she danced. Her hands had moved and touched herself of their own accord, without directions from her. Now, she had her tits in his face, and she didn’t want to pull away. The grunts of her son told her he was having problems, and she didn’t want him coming off in his pants, either. But neither did she want him to run away and beat off, the way he usually did after she danced for him. She knew Billy jerked off because she had listened outside the door of the bathroom.
Fighting her feverish desire, Donna pulled her tits from him and stood up, her knees against his. Billy looked at his mother with longing, with stark, unabashed desire. He still held his cock, but she could see the swollen prickhead outlined by his pants.
“Oh, baby!” she hissed, dropping to her knees before him. With her eyes staring at his bulging cock, she placed her palms on his thighs, and slowly caressed upward. She gasped, held her breath, then gasped again. “You’re really hard this time, aren’t you?”
Billy could only grunt a reply. They had never made a comment about his hard-on before. But Donna couldn’t resist now, couldn’t control the gnawing greed between her long legs.
Panting hotly, Donna shoved her son’s hand off his cock. For a long moment she stared at the way his prick bulged up. Then, with a soft cry, she began fumbling at his pants, her fingers feverish and shaking. Billy shivered as he saw what his mother was doing, but there was no way he could pull back, try to stop her. Like her, he was frozen with desire.
Opening his pants, Donna pulled the fly as wide as she could. With her finger hooking into his jockey shorts, she yanked them to one side, and Billy’s cock burst of out his pants.
“Ohhhhh, Billy!” she gurgled softly.
His cock stood up six inches, hard as possible, the prickhead smoothly swollen. His small piss hole was wet with fuck juices, gleaming invitingly.
Donna closed her fist about her son’s cock, testing the hardness by squeezing. The prickhead seemed to bulge more, and a clear bead of liquid bubbled from his piss hole. With her fist tight around his cock, she pressed down hard, bringing a groan of rapture from her son.
“My God, it’s hard!” she gasped.
Billy shoved his ass toward the edge of the couch, spreading his knees wide. Donna leaned between his knees, her tits exposed. She pulled up on her son’s cock, watching him drip. She made the cockhead bulge huge, her tongue flicking at her hot lips. Her eyes were glazed with erotic hunger, staring at his cock, perhaps seven or eight inches in front of her face.
“Oh, Billy, it’s so very hard!” she whimpered. “So hard!”
Her fist moved, pumping up and down, but slowly.
“Mother, I don’t think… please, Mother, be careful!” Billy gasped.
“Why be careful?” she asked, her voice hoarse.
“I don’t wanna — please, Mother!”
Donna shoved her fist down hard at the base of his cock, her fingers very tight. Again she pulled up, watching the fuck juices bubble from the small slit of his piss hole. Then, with her fist still very tight, she pushed down once more.
“Mother!” Billy grunted.
Hot, thick come juice spewed from his cock.
“Ohhhhh!” Donna gasped, the first spurt splashing on her chin.
She began jacking her son’s cock swiftly then. She raced her fist up and down, making him come. The squirts of hot come juice spattered against her cheek, her nose, even on her forehead. She made soft cries of pleasure as she jerked her son off, watching the white creamy juice gush from him, feeling the throbbing pulsations of his cock in her tight fist. Come juice splashed onto her tits, burning her flesh. Spunk dripped over her hand, drenching her face with the creamy wetness, then her tits. Donna’s eyes misted aver dreamily, her cunt swelling as if trying to burst from the tight confines of her shorts.
“Oh, my God! Me, too!” she cried.
Her cunt contracted with tight heat, the pussy lips sucking and squeezing as an orgasm rumbled through her crotch like liquid fire. She was still coming when Billy finished. She clung to his cock tightly, delighted that he was still hard. Her hand was smeared with come juice, and spunk dripped about her face and tits. She wanted to kiss the head of his cock, but restrained herself. She licked at the corner of her lips, but tasted nothing.
“You came so much, Billy!” she said, surprised at how much come juice had come out of his young balls.
Billy, now that it was over, was unsure what more his mother w
anted of him. He was embarrassed because he had come off in her face and on her tits, but his mother didn’t seem to mind.
Donna understood what her son thought. She relaxed her grip on his cock. She stood up, swaying her hips, still staring at his cock. “You still have it hard, baby,” she whispered in a thick sound.
She moved her hands to the back of her shorts. She hesitated a moment as she caught the tab of the zipper. She drew in a deep breath, her come juice coated tits arching up. The zipper went down, and Donna peeled her tight shorts from her hips.
Billy caught a peek at the hair of his mother’s cunt, and his cock seemed ready to go off again.
Dropping her shorts, Donna slipped her legs around his, drawing her knees onto the couch, straddling her son’s cock. Without touching his prick, she shifted her hips, and brushed the wet heat of his cock across her boiling cunt. The contact sent a tremor through her creamy flesh. Billy’s prick stood up so hard and tight.
“What are you gonna do, Mother?” Billy choked, staring between her thighs.
“Hush!” she said, and when she felt the head of his cock at the slit of her cunt, she pushed downward. Slowly.
“Ohhhh, yes!” she moaned as she felt the pressure against her cunt, then the parting of her pussy lips. She lowered her crotch a little more, and the head of her son’s cock penetrated her wet pussy. “Ohhhh, my God, Billy!”
Donna held herself with the head of her son’s cock inside her cunt. The sensations were wild and sweet. Billy wondered if she was going to take all his prick inside her pussy, afraid to lift upward. The wet heat of her cunt on the head of his cock made him want to come again, made him want to shove, to fuck his cock as deep as he could into her cunt.
Donna twisted her ass, making a screwing motion. She whimpered softly and slipped down a bit more. The feel of her son’s cock throbbing inside her sensitive cunt made her tingle from head to toe. Billy, although not sure what he was to do, couldn’t stop himself from moving his hands to her thighs. He felt his mother’s thighs for the first time, and moved his palms slowly along her smooth flesh. When his mother didn’t say anything, he caressed her hips, back down her thighs again, then back to her hips.
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