William Taylor: Three hot mothers

He sat as far away from her as was possible in the room, in an easy chair to one side of the television set. It wasn't until he was settled down that he realized that Amy was facing him and that her dark, turgid nipples were visible as they pressed against her sheer top. She was completely naked under her baby-dolls.

Sweat broke out on Ben's forehead, and he felt a tightening in his hairy nuts. Oh, shit, he thought, staring at her plump tits from under his lashes, she'll give me a hard-on, soon and then he noticed the smudge of her cunt-hair under her nighty.

Ben swallowed hard and tried to think of some way to tell her to dress and sit a bit more modestly when she casually hooked one leg across the arm of her chair. His eyes dropped and fastened on the loveliest sight he'd seen since he was a teenager.

Amy's pink, pouting pussy, barely covered by a sprinkling of dark curls was in full view. Beneath it, her flattened asscheeks looked tender and tempting. He sucked in his breath and shut his eyes to the seductive sight, praying for strength. But even then he saw his daughter's naked crotch, saw her snug-looking puffed ridges of pink flesh. He licked his lips, his eyes still closed, as his imagination supplied what his eyes could not.

He realized that his cock was hard under his robe and slowly raised his eyelids a bit, hoping in the dim light Amy wouldn't notice his hot, flushed face. But she was no longer looking at the TV screen. Now she had her face turned toward his lap, and she wore an open-mouthed, bug-eyed expression!

Ben was dismayed to realize that it was the huge lump under his robe that had attracted Amy's glance. She probably thought he was asleep and having an erotic dream, he told himself. She couldn't realize that it was her own body that had turned him on. But… what was she doing now?

The shamefully excited father watched fearfully at his lovely young daughter quietly tip-toed toward him, her eyes staring at his tented robe. He knew just from the way it felt that his bloated cock head was pulsing, jerking under the material.

"Oh my God!" He heard Amy whisper, and then she was standing over him, so close that he could smell her freshness and sense the warmth of her body.

"Dad? Dad?" She whispered, almost in his ear. Ben couldn't have answered her even if he'd wanted to. His heart was in his throat. His mind was being flooded with conflicting, but very strong, emotions. Amy was kneeling now, her eyes on his lap, and her hands hovered, trembling, over the fold in his robe.

"Oh, Jeez!" He heard her whisper. "I… I've jut got to see it. Oh, please, God, don't let him wake up!"

Ben nearly died when he heard his innocent little girl uttered such a prayer. And then he saw her hands grab the part in it robe and peel it to one side. His cock snapped up, swinging back and forth, its flared head dripping pre-cum.

"My God!" Amy choked, awed by the magnificence of her father's cock. She looked up at his face, then returned her gaze to his towering, curving prick.

Her fingers approached it, hovering indecisively. Ben watched horrified, but unable to wake now without deeply embarrassing them both, and perhaps bringing into the open an issue which their emotions could handle better if he pretended to be asleep.

Amy's soft, delicate fingers curled suddenly around his hot, damp prick, and she heard her father groan in his sleep. Looking closely at the meaty cock in her hand, the horny girl began to fondle and caress it. Inexpertly at first, but well enough to drive Ben crazy. Her other hand crept under the large, hairy pouch containing his fat balls and lifted it in her soft palm.

Jiggling those spongy eggs lightly, thrilled by their sweaty weight, Amy continued sliding the loose skin covering her father's blood-filled shaft up and down. Ben couldn't hold still. He shifted and mumbled, as if dreaming, and his legs stretched straight out before him, his ass on the edge of the easy chair and his head thrown back.

Amy's fist, now well-greased by his dripping pre cum, slid up and down on her father's cock with long, powerful strokes. Then she sensed the large nuts in her cupping palm pulling away, drawing up to tightly hug the root of his straining cock. Oh, Jeez! She had to quit or he'd cum. She may never have handled a cock before, but she'd heard plenty about them from her girl friends, who regularly gave hand jobs to the boys they dated.

"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed, and Ben was, surprisingly, almost more shocked at his daughter's language than he was by her lewd handling of his cock. Then Amy did something which shocked him even more.

Releasing his cock, an act which caused her father hidden agony, Amy lifted her short nighty with one hand and, with the other, cupped her soaking little cunny. Grinding her clitty with the heel of her hand, she strummed her pouting, rubbery little pussylips with her fingers.

"Ummmmm," the girl sighed with her rapidly mounting pleasure. The undetected fondling of her father's huge cock had excited her so much that she was about to cum with a minimum of pussy-whipping. Her mouth fell open and she sighed sexily, staring at Ben's painfully pulsing, leaking prick.

Ben gritted his teeth and stared into the hidden recesses of his daughter's pink, creaming slit. Amy begun to pant, her breath coming faster and heavier, and her fingers stirred and rubbed her cunt energetically.

When Amy's hips began to jerk and her thighs began to tremble, Ben's nuts drew up tight and the tip of his cock began to burn. Then he watched his daughter in the throes of orgasm, her neck taut and her eyes rolling as she tried to muffle her grunts of pleasure. She took a final look at his prick, then dropped her nighty and ran from the room.

Ben sighed with relief. He'd thought he was going to blow his wad right in her face. With the pressure built up in his trembling balls, the jism would have jumped at least two or three feet in the air.

He, too, almost ran from the living room. Valerie was going to get that third fuck, after all!

"Val! Val!" He cried.

Dave jumped off his mother and hid behind the opening door just in time. His father left the door opening effectively hiding the frightened teenager, and waved his hard cock over his wife's startled fate.

"My God!" Dave heard his mother exclaim. "What have you been doing, jerking off?"

"Shut up and tell me where you want it. Your mouth or your cunt? Quick!"

A flash of thrilled depravity shot through Val as she realized her son was going to watch his father dump his wad in her.

"How about this way?" Valerie said, gripping her husband's cock and kneeling before him with her mouth open. Her heavy tits hung and swayed.

"Yeah," Ben grunted, tightening his asscheeks as Val held her face away from his cockhead and began pumping the shaft furiously. "We haven't done this in years, Val!" Ben gasped, arching his back with pleasure.

A few seconds later he grunted and spewed a string of white cum right in Valerie's open mouth. Ben watched his wife with excited eyes as she pumped hard on his prick and kept her face perfectly still as he emptied his balls.

"Mmmmmmm," Dave heard his mother mumble, and saw the pearly cum jump from his father's throbbing cock and land on her outstretched tongue.

"Oh, yeah! Eat my cum, baby!" Ben groaned, and dribbled the rest onto the top of her fist.

Valerie swallowed with a loud gulp, making sure her son heard, and then made Ben go and wash himself. Dave winked at her as she licked the cum from her fingers, and darted out the door before his father returned.

"Listen, Tommy." Billy said. "We need a plan, you know?"

"Yeah, like in the movies. But what if it doesn't work? What if they send us away?"

The two boys were having a Coke at the local hangout when Dave arrived. They'd both been horny, as usual, and had started praising each other's mothers.