Donna Allen - Humping, pumping family

Bobby snickered. "Sure."

She effortlessly unbuckled his belt and thrust her hand inside his fly. She touched his balls. "I'm going to blow you," she said. "And I'm going to lick your balls all over. I like licking dick. Anyone ever lick your balls for you?"

Bobby gulped. "Yeah, sure."

Carla frowned. "Isn't there anything I can surprise you with?"

"I never saw a grown woman's cunt."

"Thank God for that." Carla shifted around and stroked his prick and thighs. "So you want to see my pussy huh?"

"Yeah, I like pussies."

"You just want to see if I'm a natural redhead."

"I don't care about that."

"What is it about pussies you like the most?"

"I like the hole."

"It always goes back to fucking, doesn't it?"

"I love fucking."

"So do I. I think it runs in the family." After a while they went upstairs. Carla decided if someone came home while they were in bed she would pretend she was helping Bobby with his homework.

There wasn't much chance of Jim walking in on them. He was at work. She wasn't worried about Sue and Jennifer. She suspected neither were angels themselves.

Now the teenage boy struggled out of his clothes. Carla stayed dressed to tease him and prolong her own excitement.

When he was naked, Bobby sat on the edge of the bed. His cock was half-hard and it swayed delightfully when he moved.

Carla had enough experience to know that he was very, very excited. She would go slow and easy. Even now he shivered visibly when she moved close to him.

She sat down next to him on the bed and he trembled when she ran her hands over his chest and belly.

The feel of his aunt's hands on his bare flesh was the most exciting thing the teenage boy had ever experienced.

Aunt Carla! he thought over and over. Jesus Christ! Aunt Carla's gonna let me fuck her!

"Lie down, darling," she said. "Don't be nervous. You, look scared to death. I won't hurt you. I'm your aunt and I love you. We're going to have a lovely time. That's a promise."

She placed a pillow under his tousled head. She beamed down at him, hands on hips and ass stuck out in the air.

"So you like pussies, huh?" she said.

He nodded wordlessly. His lips were dry and his eyes blazed.

"I really shouldn't do this," she said. "After all, I'm a married woman. But I'm very attracted to you. I really can't help myself."

The boy squirmed. He worked his lips as he stared at her tits.

Sitting back on her haunches, she raised her tee-shirt up to expose her braless tits. She watched his cock stir and lurch around.

She swung her legs off the bed and removed her skirt. She wore black lace bikinis and she sat with her legs wide-spread and showed him her dewy crotch.

She had a plump love-mound covered with thick reddish curls. Her beaver grew down her inner thighs. Now she touched herself, rubbing the palm of her hand over he sex.

Bobby continued staring at her. She knew he'd never seen anything like her tits. They were not only big, her nipples were huge.

Bitable, Mike called them. Mike. She hadn't thought about him in a while.

She realized she didn't feel a bit guilty. Delighted with herself, she twisted around and bent over slightly to show her nephew her generous ass.

Her mind was awhirl with what she and the boy would do. There was so much she wanted to show him and so little time.

She turned to face him and her mammoth tits swelled with every breath she took. The boy's eyes glistened with excitement. He no longer trembled. He seemed to be gaining in confidence as he drank in her feminine beauty.

"I guess if you're a pussy-man you don't like my tits," she pouted.

"Hell, I love your tits."

"You haven't said a word about them."

"I never saw anything like them," he blurted out. "They're so big."

She glanced down at her chest and frowned. She was self-conscious because her tits sagged a little from their weight.

"They're too big, aren't they?"

"No, they're not. They're even bigger than Jennifer's."

They both realized what he'd said at the same moment. "Jesus Christ!" he hissed.

Carla laughed out loud. She took his hands and moved them to her boobs.

"Here, have a feel," she said.

The boy couldn't resist squeezing her oversized jugs. Now Carla knew about him and Jennifer. He couldn't take the words back so he might as well enjoy himself.

He sat forward and seemed to be about to mount her. The redhead pushed him back and hovered over him.

"Keep squeezing my tits like that," she said. "I'm your aunt, not your sister. I'll run the show if you don't mind."

"Can I see your cunt soon?"

"Sure, soon." As she spoke she rubbed herself against him.

Using one hand, she peeled her bikinis down and made him release her tits. She used both hands to cover her beaver. She opened her fingers and let thick tendrils of reddish hair escape her hands.

The teenager stared longingly at her snatch as she opened herself. She held her cuntlips open and showed him the crimson meat inside.

Her heart beat faster and faster. She raised her ass and let her tits swing from side to side.

"Do you like it?" she said.

"Yeah."

The boy sounded hoarse. Carla ran a finger up and down her slit and she heard the sharp intake of his breath when she exposed the slick tissues of her cunt.

Her clit tingled. It had erected long ago and it throbbed with hot desire. It had been years since she'd fucked a teenage boy. The whole scene was damn exciting.

My brother's kid is staring at my cunt! What a blast.

Without changing her expression the horny aunt straddled the boy's head and placed her cunt directly over his mouth.

She heard him suck in his breath and she imagined what he was feeling. He touched her ass as she brushed her gaping cunt over his lips.

"Do you want me to lick it?" he croaked.

"Yes, I want you to lick it. Lick it and suck it. Don't be afraid of it."

The lusty redhead crouched over the teenager, her open pussy pressing against his mouth. She moaned when she felt his warm breath on her sex-meat.

She dropped down until his nose dug into her snatch. Cunt-dew wet his cheeks as he extended his tongue.

"Tongue me," she whispered, careful not to put her full weight on the boy's face. "Stick your tongue into my cunt. Lick it all over. Hurry! Hurry! I can't stand it, I want it so bad!"

The teenager obeyed his aunt. He hastily flicked his tongue over her snatch. It didn't taste bad. It tasted good. As good as Jennifer's. Better. His aunt's cooze smelled better than his sister's. When he tasted her pussy-oil he felt his prick lurch around.

As he fluttered his tongue up and down her slit he noticed her clit. He was fascinated by its size and wanted to lick it. He tried biting down on the little nub, but it was wet and slippery and his teeth.

"Stick your tongue into my cunthole," Carla said, wiggling around over him. "Make it stiff and try to stick it inside, like it was your cock."

"I'm trying," he said, wanting to please her. "Yes, I know you are," she said. She rubbed herself against him. "You're doing a damn good job too."

When he managed to push the tip of his tongue into her cunt, she went wild. She fell forward and slurped his prick into her mouth.

The boy groaned when she inhaled his dick. He felt her tight pussy suck on his tongue. He couldn't believe his luck. His aunt was not only letting him lick her pussy, she was blowing him!

Would she really let him fuck her? The prospect made his balls ache. Would she actually spread her legs and let him put his cock inside her? Oh, Jesus, she's sucking my dick so good!

"Lick there," Carla said now, using her finger to show him her clit.

I can't believe I'm licking my aunt's clit, the teenager thought. Jesus, she's taking my cock into her throat! Jesus!