Donna Allen - Humping, pumping family

"Maybe I can get my nipple inside," she said positioning her nipple into the slit of his cockhead.

The teenager snickered. "Jesus, Mom, you're something."

"Jut promise not to tell your father about this."

"Are you kidding? He'd kill me."

"He'd kill both of us."

Bobby still couldn't believe his good luck. Fucking his aunt had been a fantasy come true. But he never dreamed his mother would let him fuck her.

Even though her tits weren't as big as Carla's he liked them better. They were shaped so pretty and her nipples were so pink and big.

He reached for them now and once again she moved his prick between her boobs. She pushed her tits together and enveloped his dick. He dropped his head down on the pillow and groaned.

"You're spoiling me, Mom," he said.

"Good." She wanted to spoil him. She wanted to be his favorite girl. She realized that now. And what better way to assure his adoration than to fuck him regularly.

After all those years of being a faithful wife I've turned into a hot-cunted slut, she thought.

The idea of realizing her sexual potential delighted her. She captured Bobby's cock-tip in her mouth and moved her hands to his ass.

"Jesus, Mom, what're you doing?"

She snaked her fingers into his asscrack and quickly found his bung. "I think you'll like this, honey." She pressed a fingertip into his brownie and wiggled it around.

"Oh, fuck!" he groaned.

"No good?" she said, her lips wrapped around his prick-knob.

"Oh, Jesus, it's good!"

His cock surged into her throat as she rammed her finger knuckle-deep into his asshole.

Suddenly she had to have his cock inside her. She thrust her finger into his butt one more time and climbed onto her hands and knees. She craned her neck and pried her asscheeks open.

"Fuck we, Bobby," she said.

He quickly crawled behind her and dipped his cock between her thighs. She wiggled around and helped him locate her cunthole.

"Slick it in!" she hissed.

He positioned the tip of his prick at the entrance to her pussy and jerked his hips hard.

"Fuck!" she yelled.

"Jesus, Mom, it's in!"

Her pussy gripped his cock tightly and he reached underneath to clutch her tits while he stroked.

They quickly found a rhythm. Mother and son moved together gracefully. With each thrust the boy's cock fired her cunt and his balls slapped her clit.

Her eyes filled with tears of joy. She felt every inch of his young cock in her pussy. She loved being entered from behind. His balls rubbed her so deliciously in this position.

Bobby gritted his teeth in an attempt to control his orgasm. He wanted to give his mother as much pleasure as possible before he came.

Just seeing her bent over with her ass in the air was enough to bring him off. Jesus, what a sight! And seeing her pussy from behind was something else.

"Oh, God!" Sue yelled as she churned her ass back at his stroking cock. "Oh, God, you're making me come so good!"

He rammed forward, buried his cock deep inside her clit as his balls exploded. They both groaned as the white hot jets of spunk splashed inside her fuckhole.

My own son's jism, she thought. God, how lovely!

One night a few weeks later Carla sat at home alone brooding about her marriage. She was horny and angry at Mike for leaving her alone again. It would serve him right if she wasn't there when he arrived home.

Bowling with the boys, she fumed silently. Fat chance. More likely he was dipping it to some little bimbo right now.

She sat on the sofa in her daytime outfit, tight jeans and a tee-shirt. As usual she wore no bra. Mike didn't like other men to see her braless. He loved her big tits, but didn't like when she flaunted them.

If he only knew, she giggled now, thinking of her nephew. If he only knew I let Bobby fuck me.

She went to the kitchen and had a sandwich and a beer. She slipped into a nightgown before returning to the living room.

Maybe Mike actually is bowling, she thought. Christ, I'm bored. Maybe another beer will put me to sleep and I won't have to think about it.

After a third beer she was still bored, but feeling more mellow. She switched on the television and when one of her favorite actors appeared on the screen she began fondling her tits.

What I wouldn't do to be fucked by that, she thought.

She was momentarily startled by the knock on the door. She wasn't friendly with any of her neighbors. She had few female friends. Who could it be?

"Who is it?" she called out.

"It's me," the voice said.

Carla recognized Jim's voice. "I'm coming," she said, rising up and moving quickly to the returned with two drinks and again plopped dawn on the sofa.

"You don't mind that I don't cover up, do you?" She sipped her drink and tried to look innocent.

Jim gulped down half his drink and shook his head. "I'll try not to look."

"You're my brother. You can look."

Jim glanced at his watch again. "If you don't mind maybe I'll wait for Mike."

For the first time Carla allowed herself to feel excited. Mike wouldn't be borne for at least two hours. She loved her older brother and admired him too. It was obvious that he was troubled. If she could make him feel better what was the harm?

"Sure you can wait for him." She brought her feet up on the sofa and touched Jim's arm. "Want to play gin while wc wait?"

He grinned. When she was a child he taught her to play gin and she beat him regularly. "If you don't mind I'd rather just have another of these." He raised his glass and drained it.

She brought out the bottle and some ice cubes. Gradually Jim relaxed. Carla became bolder. She massaged the back of his neck and let her tits rub his arm as they chatted.

What would he say if he knew I fucked his son? she thought. He'd probably think it was cute that I gave the kid some experience.

"What's so funny?" he said.

"Why, was I laughing?"

"You look like you know something I don't know."

"Maybe I do." She tipped the bottle over and emptied it in his glass. "Drink up."

He shrugged. "Why not?"

Suddenly she took the glass from his hand. He reached for it and gazed at her quizzically. "What's up?"

She combed her fingers through his hair. "I don't know, maybe Mike doesn't pay enough attention to me."

"That bad, huh?"

"That bad. And you're staring at my boobs."

He grinned. "Who can help it?"

"You're turning me on, you know." Without another word he reached over and pulled her into his arms.

Even though she'd instigated it, his kiss came as a surprise to the horny redhead. But it seemed so right and natural too. It seemed almost preordained.

For a moment his lips brushed hers. His lips were dry and warm. Then her lips parted and he ran his tongue into her mouth. He groaned as his tongue coiled around hers.

She returned his kiss greedily and her arms quickly encircled his neck.

A ragged groan escaped his throat as he tongue-fucked her mouth in a frenzy. She used her tongue too, hungrily darting it around his.

She didn't know which one finally broke the kiss. She only knew the straps of her nightgown were down and Jim's face was pressed against her tits.

"This is crazy," he murmured.

She held his head and hugged it to her chest. "Yeah, crazy."

He guided her onto her back on the sofa and climbed over her. He frenched her and she arched her back and thrust her naked tits against his chest.

She felt his cock through his clothes and the enormity of what they were doing struck her. He's my brother, she thought with a rush of pure lust. He's my own flesh and blood.

"Well, Sis, I guess we're about to commit incest," he said.

"Yes, I know." She giggled and pulled his mouth back down on hers.