Harry Stevens - Loving hot family

How could Julia pass on that? So she nodded in agreement but warned, "Don't forget, though, I'm not promising anything."

"Just listen for now, Mom, that's all I ask."

"Okay… go on."

Amy paused to build up the suspense a little bit more. "I lost my cherry right here at home, Mom."

"A boy from school?"

"Yes, but more than that."

"What do you mean?"

"He was here all along. Right here at home in the first place, so I didn't have to go out looking when I was ready for my first pussyful of cock."

"I don't think I understand…"

"Sure you do, Mom. I've given you all the pieces of the puzzle, just put them together and you'll get the picture."

Julia Winslow temporarily turned away and shook her head, as if she were trying to shake what her daughter had told her from her mind. But Amy had already dropped too many hints. So then Julia turned back and forced herself to confront what seemed so shockingly obvious.

"Y-you mean?" she muttered.

"You tell me what you think I mean, Mom," Amy challenged. "Who fucked me, Mom?"

Julia Winslow took the deepest breath of her life. "St-Steve," she choked.

Amy nodded in admission. "Now, are you ready to tell me who's been fucking you, Mom?"

Julia's nostrils flared, as though she could smell what was in the air. "Y-you know… already know, don't you? Knew all along!"

Amy nodded again. "I saw you and Uncle Thad, Mom, I saw him fucking you. That's where I got the idea of going after Stevie. If your own brother was good enough for you, then I figured mine was good enough for me!"

"And," Julia then gulped, "What now?"

"Believe it or not, I never thought about that until right this second," Amy honestly answered. "I'm starting to get some ideas real fast, though."

"Y-yes?"

"Well, Mom, since we're in this together, the way I see it…"

Julia Winslow still couldn't quite believe she'd let her daughter talk her into this. But that was just on the one hand. On the other hand, Julia would have been guilty of lying to herself had she tried to deny that she was looking intensely forward to it. After all, down deep, didn't every mother have a secret fantasy about what it would be like to…

"Oh, hi, Stevie!" she said, interrupting her steamy thoughts to greet her son when he walked through the front door, home from school.

He was surprised to see her. "How come you're not at work, Mom?"

"Backache," Julia answered. "Maybe you could help me out with it. Think you could give me a nice, long rubdown?"

Stevie shrugged with agreement as his mother went over to the couch. Getting in position for a massage, she stretched out on her stomach. Joining her, Stevie sat on the edge of the couch and placed his hands on her shoulder blades.

"Under my blouse," she sighed, "against my skin."

Stevie felt kind of funny about pulling her blouse out of her slacks, like in a way he was undressing her. Then, when he touched her bare flesh and realized she wasn't wearing a bra, he was even more self-conscious. But it was hardly the type of thing he could discuss with his own mother, so he started rubbing her as though nothing were bothering him.

"Down lower, sweetie," Julia told him. "Around my waist."

"Uh, your slacks'll be kinda in the way if I rub down that far, Mom," Stevie nervously noted.

"No problem…"

Julia unsnapped the slacks, wriggling her hips out of them so the crack of her ass partially showed. She wasn't, her staring son now realized, wearing panties either.

"Now rub me, really rub me," Julia urged.

Stevie's hands began moving in tight, tense circles near the base of her spine, his palms unavoidably coming into contact with the rise of her asscheeks. Also unavoidable was the stirring response of his hardening cock.

"That's better," mother murmured to her son, "but loosen up some, dear. And the farther down you rub me, the better it'll feel."

Farther down, he thought, meant directly stroking her bare ass. "Are y-you sure this is what you want me to do, M-mom?" Stevie stammered.

"Mmmm-hmmmmm," Julia answered, wriggling out of her slacks even more.

Warily, Stevie placed a hand on each of her asscheeks, so when he resumed the massage the plump globes of female flesh were pressed together. Then he heard a faint but telltale squashing sound. If he hadn't had sex with his sister, Stevie wouldn't have known what it was, but he recognized it now. It was his mother's wet pussy he was listening to.

"L-lower, Mom?" he dared to ask.

"Far down as you want to go," Julia steamily answered. "Here, let me make it easier for you."

She tugged at her slacks, lowering them all the way to her knees. Suddenly Stevie was looking between her asscheeks at the pouting lips of her hairy pussy.

"Yes, rub me there, right where you're looking," Julia puffed.

Stevie made one last attempt to give her the benefit of the doubt. "But, gee, Mom, you're talking about your…"

"Oh, I know," Julia readily replied. "Do it to me, honey. Right there between Mommy's legs."

By this point Stevie had a hard-on that not only wouldn't quit, it seemed to have taken over from his brain. So the message from his yearning crotch as to go ahead. Pussy was pussy, not to be passed up, no matter whose it was.

Stevie touched her there, warily at first. But her cunt was so hairy, so meaty and so juicy that his fingers quickly felt right at home. He began to probe. In turn, his mother squirmed, her obviously aroused pussy leaking all over his immediately sticky hand.

"Ahhhh, that feels sooo goooood," Julia moaned as she was felt up. "It wasn't a backache that made me leave work early. Fact was, I was so hot I couldn't get a damned thing done at the office with this aching pussy of mine."

There was no reason anymore for Stevie to hedge. "If that was the problem, why didn't you fuck your boss, Mom?"

And even more boldly, Julia Winslow countered, "I already got my raise and promotion for the year from the old fart. Besides, I was really in the mood for something nice 'n' young. A stud young enough to be my own son… So, I figured, well, how could I do better than the real thing?"

"Then you want me to…"

All at once his mother rolled over onto her back, facing up at him with a leer which left nothing to the imagination. But if that weren't enough she slithered all the way out of her slacks and stretched her thighs as far apart as they'd go.

"Yes!" she declared. "I want you to… But, go ahead, darling, let me hear you say it yourself."

"F-fuck you, Mom?"

"Only if you want to, of course," Julia coyly answered. "But there's an easy enough way to find out about that right away, isn't there?"

She reached for Stevie's bulging fly and unzipped it. Then her hand was inside his jeans. When it emerged, it clutched a throbbing teenaged hard-on.

"Maybe a little sucking first might hit the spot, though," Julia slurped, licking her lips with a twinkle in her eye. "Before you fuck me you wouldn't mind me giving you a blow-job while you eat my pussy, would you, Son?"

"Like, uh, a sixty-nine, Mom?"

"Mmmmm, you've got my number, that's for sure," Julia teased. "Now let's get all the way out of these useless clothes so we can really feel each other."

Her blouse was all Julia had left. She unbuttoned it and cast it aside to reveal her large tits. It took Stevie a while longer to get rid of his shirt and jeans, nervous as he was. Then, when he'd finally stripped down to nothing but his wiry young body, his mother pronounced him supremely fit.

"You're built just like a dancer," she said, praising his slender form. "So glad you didn't grow into one of those hulks who play football. One of those big apes'd probably crush me. But we'll fit together like we're made for each other."