Tom Allison: A ball with the family

Eagerly she pushed her hand back under her belly, finger-fucking her dripping pussy and rubbing her clit as she felt her old man's massive cock beating rhythmically in her bowel. Her father grunted as he started ass-fucking her, easing his enormous prick in and out of her jism coated ass hole. Sandra pistoned her fingers in her pussy and thrust her asshole onto her daddy's cock as fast as she could.

"Fuck my asshole, Daddy! Fuck my horny asshole!"

Already she could feel the irresistible fuck need mounting to another violent climax in her loins. Her asshole was pulsating as if it had a will of its own, convulsively sucking and spasming around her father's cock. The sexy daughter's face contorted as she felt herself getting ready to cum.

Gasping as his balls churned with jism, Bob started spearing his rock-hard prick shaft into her rubbery, sucking asshole as hard as he could. The bed springs squeaked beneath them and his hairy belly slapped sweatily on the upper slope of his daughter's ass. Sandra's face flushed crimson as her ravished shit tunnel came convulsively on her daddy's huge prick.

"My asshole's cumming, Daddy! Unngghhh! Daddy, I love you! Love your dick, Daddy! Cuuummmiiinnnggg!"

The rhythmic pulsations of her cumming asshole sucked the cream out of her father's prick. Sandra felt the hot gushers of jism blasting into her itchy asshole, bathing the rubbery walls with another big load of spunk. Her ecstasy was complete when she felt the milky cum bubbling up in her cock-stretched ass, oozing out around the thick base of her father's cock meat.

"Oh, Daddy…"

Her father pulled his huge prick out of her asshole and rolled onto his back. Immediately the satisfied daughter squirmed around and shoved his prick in her mouth. It was coated with jism and her own shit juices, but she was too horny to care. Eyes shut and cheeks puckering inward, Sandra rammed her daddy's prick down her buttery throat and lovingly sucked it as hard as she could.

Ingrid ground her teeth as she sliced vegetables on the kitchen counter, desperately trying to think of something besides her son's stiff cock. It was still early in the afternoon, but she had a lot of work left to prepare the family dinner. Ingrid wondered if any one had noticed how much her cooking had deteriorated since she'd begun fucking her son.

She simply couldn't get Jimmy's big cock out of her mind! It was so long and fat and it grew stiff in a way that only an eager young man's cock could grow, and it always filled her mouth and pussy with huge torrents of hot tasty cum.

Deep down inside, Ingrid still felt ashamed for yielding to her incestuous passion for her only son. More importantly, she was afraid that one of the other family members would catch them fucking. True, sometimes she suspected that she wasn't the only one in the house engaged in incest. She'd noticed quite a few secretive glances between Wendy and Lou, and even between her daughter Sandra and Bob.

But it was probably just her imagination, Ingrid reflected. God only knew what would happen if Bob walked in one night while Jimmy was fucking her pussy. How angry would he be? Ingrid wondered. Would he divorce her?

God, my cunt's wet, Ingrid thought miserably. It was a hot afternoon, and she wore only a sheer, light cotton summer dress without panties or bra. Her enormous tits jiggled spongily as she chopped up green peppers and tossed them into the salad bowl. The dress barely reached her mid thighs and her furry pussy was so wet that she feared her cunt juices would run right down her legs onto the floor.

"Hi, Mom! I'm home!"

Ingrid looked over her shoulder at the kitchen door. It was Jimmy. He was grinning at her in a cheerful, lustful way, tossing his school books onto the table as he approached her. Ingrid felt her cheeks flushing. Her cunt grew wetter than ever as she glanced shamefully at the huge dick bulge in Jimmy's jeans.

"What'cha doing, Mom?" Jimmy asked, standing behind her. "Making dinner?"

"Just the salad, so far," Ingrid answered, very formally. "Aren't you home a little early?"

"Yeah," Jimmy murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I just couldn't wait to see you again, Mom."

Ingrid gasped as she felt her horny son pressing close to her, lewdly grinding his crotch on her round, full ass through the dress, sliding his hands around her waist.

"Oh, Jimmy, don't," Ingrid moaned, doing nothing to stop him. "It's so wrong to do this with your mother."

"I can't help it, Momma," Jimmy whispered, slowly thrusting his obviously stiff cock on the crack of her ass. "My cock gets hard every time I think about your pussy, sand these big fucking tits."

The words trailed off as his hands came up. Jimmy clasped his fingers around his mother's enormous tits. Ingrid felt her pussy pulsing as her tit-hungry son squeezed and kneaded her huge titties until the fat nipples stood out.

"Oh, Jimmy." Ingrid couldn't help thrusting her chest forward and wiggling her ass on his cock. "Don't you know it's wrong to fuck your own mother? What if someone were to come in now, Jimmy? What if your father were to catch you feeling me up like this?"

Jimmy laughed. "Then he'd probably want to fuck you too!"

Suddenly Jimmy knelt on the kitchen floor, lifting his mother's dress, exposing her smooth thighs and her full, saucily rounded ass cheeks. Ingrid squealed as he dug his fingers into the fleshy globes, spreading them wide. The squeal turned into a gasp of shock as her son pressed his mouth to her puckered shit opening.

Jimmy was an ass-licker! He was licking his own mother's asshole! Oh, God…

"No, Jimmy!" But Ingrid still didn't try to pull away. Instead she dropped the cutting knife and held onto the edge of the counter, biting her lip as she pushed her hips back, thrusting her tingling, burning asshole onto her son's moth.

Eagerly Jimmy licked his mom's tasty asshole, darting his tongue into the puckered ring. Ingrid moaned as his hands explored between her spread legs. A second later she felt two fingers pushing between the pouting lips of her dripping cunt slit.

"Oh, Jimmy, you make me so horny!" Unable to resist him anymore, the big-titted mother turned around and leaned against the counter, thrusting her hairy pussy triangle at his face. "You win, darling! Lick Mom's horny cunt, lover! Lick Mom's cunt hole, make your mother cum!"

Ingrid could see the gigantic hard-on sticking through her son's pants as he knelt before her. Hungrily he buried his head between her milk-white thighs, gluing his mouth to the fragrant folds of her pussy. Then he started licking and lapping, making soft, kissing noises as he sluiced his tongue through the buttery trough of her itchy fuck slit.

"Oh, Goddamn."

Ingrid's face contorted as she spread her bare feet farther on the floor, reaching down to clutch the back of her son's head. She looked at the garden through the kitchen window and realized again that anyone could walk in and catch her, catch her openly engaging in incest with her son.

The realization faded as her pussy smoldered on her boy's busy, licking tongue. Jimmy seemed starved for the flow of her musky pussy juices. The more cream he licked out of her cunt, the more stiffly his big prick pulsed in his jeans. Not even her husband was this good at sucking pussy.

"Higher, darling! Lick my clitty!" Ingrid's giant tits quivered heavily through the dress top as she started rocking and wiggling her ass, fucking her gushing pussy all over her son's ass. "Oh, God, my cunt's been wet all day!"

Jimmy parted his mother's pussy lips with his fingers, exposing the glistening pink interior. Her clit protruded from the protective folds at the top of her cunt. Tentatively Jimmy flicked his tongue around it. Ingrid bucked as if she'd been shot, feeling her pussy spasming as she humped her fuck mound even, more frantically on her son's juice-drenched cheeks.