Donna Allen - Humping, pumping family

"That's very good, honey," she said, peppering his prick and balls with kisses. "You're a good cunt lapper. Now do it there." She guided his head with her hands. "There. Lick back and forth." She groaned as she buried his prick in her mouth. "Oh, God, yes!"

Moaning wordlessly, she ground her torrid twat against the boy's face. He managed to get his lips around her clit and he sucked it with gusto.

She gyrated her ass and assaulted his prick. She used her tongue expertly to wash his shaft down with saliva. She made a tight ring of her lips and used it like a cunt on his cockhead.

Meanwhile he enthusiastically licked her pussy. He struggled to breathe as he darted his tongue over her sex-flesh.

Carla moaned constantly. Bobby felt like he might come at any moment. He was determined not to lose control until they fucked. She promised. God, how he wanted to stick it to her! Suddenly she released his prick and climbed around over him. Her tits were so big they took his breath away.

Her entire body vibrated with lust as she leaned over and fed one of her tits to his mouth.

"Suck my titties a while," she purred. The boy had done a very adequate job of sucking her cunt. But she needed more. She needed a good fuck.

"Can we fuck soon?" he said in a hoarse voice.

"Yes, I need it too," she said, covering his face with her boobs. "There's nothing like a nice big cock inside my cunt. Rubbing against my clittie. Don't forget to rub my clit with your cock when we fuck. You won't forget, will you?"

"No, I won't forget," he mumbled through a mouthful of titflesh.

The hot-assed redhead finally sat up. She lifted her milkers in her hands and wagged her tongue.

"Let's fuck," she said, grinning. "Let's get that big gun of yours inside me before it goes off."

The teenager gulped and gazed up at her massive tits. He nodded silently and she wantonly touched her cunt. His cock jerked against his belly and she used one hand to squeeze it.

"Nice boner," she purred, squeezing his pulsating organ in her fist.

"Don't bring me off," he groaned. "I'm making it harder." He groaned. "Oh, shit, I hope I don't just come."

She paused, two fingers circled around his cock-root. "Don't you dare!"

She swung one leg around and mounted him. She felt the heat of his dick as she positioned it between her legs.

Barely breathing, she lowered her gaping cunt to his dick and moaned when it touched her cunt-petals.

Then he was inside her. First his cockhead and then his shaft. Her seething pussy clutched him and she sank down and felt his balls on her ass.

She felt depraved and animalistic at the same time. She'd been bored and hadn't realized it until she suspected Mike of cheating on her. Now she felt young and alive and wildly sexy.

Thanks, Mike, she thought as she gazed down at Bobby's boyish face.

She bent over and gyrated her ass and cunt over his swollen rod. He writhed under her and she pressed her hot lips to his.

The teenager closed his eyes and gave himself over to his aunt's lust and to his own. He fought for control, but he knew that at any moment he would blow his wad into her pussy.

He found himself fucking back. He arched his back and raised his ass off the bed. He plunged his prick into her depths and her cunt bit into his dick in a way that took his breath away.

He knew Carla was enjoying herself too. She wiggled around a lot and moaned constantly. She muttered occasionally and her tits bounced and wobbled like two watermelons.

Encouraged by her wildness, the boy bucked his ass up and down. He'd never kit a cunt like Carla's. It was tight and at intervals it seemed to cut into his prick. It felt alive, almost as if it really could cut his cockshaft in two.

And the way she worked her cunt over his dick blew his mind. Her pussy was like a furnace and when he was all the way inside her it clutched him like a band of steel.

"You can come any time now," she panted, her long reddish hair flying wildly and her tits bobbing up and down. "I'm ready. Oh, Jesus, am I ever!"

"You want me to come inside you?" the boy said.

"Of course!" She took his hands and placed them on her tits. "Squeeze them," she cried, the muscles in her thighs rippling.

He would have preferred climbing on top. Still, once she gave him permission he came, growling when his jism squirted into her cunt.

Carla came with him. She rubbed her clit against his fuck-stick and grunted hoarsely. The feel of his boy-cream inside her gave her a wild rush.

Her pussy was soon drenched with a combination of her own juices and the boy's. He shot an endless stream of spunk into her. His cock remained hard and she kept fucking him until he pulled her down on top of him.

"We better getup," she panted, rolling to the side of the bed. "Your mother finds me in here she'll kill me." She looked at him and patted his cheek and chuckled.

Bobby was dazed after his aunt let him fuck her. For weeks he thought about nothing else. But whenever he tried to get Carla alone she just laughed and moved away.

After a while he realized she had just been flirting with him. To her their affair was a diversion. To him it was the turning point in his young life.

He was no longer satisfied with fucking his sister. He still enjoyed fucking Jennifer, but the memories of his aunt made Jen seem young and clumsy by comparison.

He began noticing his mother in a different way. He had always thought his mother was beautiful, but now he realized how sexy she was. For the first time he dreamed about fucking her and he was ashamed of his fantasies about her when he was awake.

One day he arrived home after school. The house was quiet and he went upstairs to go to the bathroom. As usual he was horny and he planned to jerk off after he peed.

As he reached the bathroom he heard strange sounds coming from his parents' room. He paused and listened. It sounded like his mother was either crying or moaning. He turned and without hesitation opened the door to his parents' room.

The moment he looked inside he froze. His mother was lying on the bed. She appeared to be fully dressed, but her knees were pulled back and she was masturbating.

Her eyes were shut, tight and the room was dim, but Bobby could see the can of beer on the nightstand and his mother's fingers strumming her cunt.

"Bobby!" she cried, opening her eyes and sitting up when she saw him in the doorway.

"I'm sorry, Mom," he stammered. "I should have knocked."

He turned to leave, but she called out to him. "Don't go," she said. "Come here and talk to me?"

Bobby's heart pounded as he slowly approached the bed.

As for Sue, she suddenly realized Bobby was almost a man. Ever since she and Mike had fucked she had an almost constant itch in her pussy. She realized that for weeks she'd wanted to fuck Bobby. And why not? He whi her son, wasn't he? She had taught him everything else, why shouldn't she teach him about sex?

Bobby blushed as he approached the bed. He was embarrassed at being caught spying, but excited by the sight of his mother jerking off.

Sue decided not to try and hide her actions. She returned her lingers to her snatch and motioned to the boy to sit down next to her.

She picked up the can of beer and sipped it. Her finger shook with excitement. "So now you know your mother is no saint," she said.

"Oh, Mom," be said, his eyes down.

She took his hand with the hand that had been touching her cunt. "Boys always think their mothers are too old for this sort of thing. But I'm still young and I have needs too." She picked up the beer and held it to his lips. "Have a drink." She giggled. "You look like you could use it."

He gulped the beer and then she retrieved it from his hand and finished it.