William Taylor: Three hot mothers

Ben Landis climbed off his wife and eyed her cum-coated twat with satisfaction. His cock was a little sore from rubbing her hairy muff so long, but he'd given Valerie two orgasms before blowing his wad. He knew he had at least two more loads in his balls, but he was tired, and just didn't feel up to making the effort.

"I'm gonna shower and watch a little TV," he said, bending and kissing Valerie's softly rounded belly. His eyes wandered up to the round tits hanging from her chest, and he kissed each soft, relaxed nipple. He never ceased to marvel at how a slender woman could have such big jugs.

"Turn out the light, Ben," Valerie mumbled sleepily, turning on her side.

Watching his father through the keyhole, Dave Landis decided this was the moment he'd been waiting for. His patience was at an end. All these years he'd been walking around with a hard-on in his pants and aching balls, but no more. Quietly opening the door, the horny teenager slipped into his parents' bedroom. Quickly, he went to the other door leading to the hall bathroom and locked it. He heard the shower running. He couldn't pull his pajama bottoms off fast enough.

His cock was throbbing heavily, aiming at the ceiling. Beneath it, his fat balls were swollen with a three-day supply of jism, the length of time he'd abstained from jerking off. Those lightly haired nuts were drawn up tight against his cockroot. He plugged in the dim nightlight he'd bought. Beneath his almost hairless chest his heart was beating wildly. He was scared, but he was so horny that it didn't matter.

Valerie mumbled as the sheet was drawn from her body. Dave knelt beside the bed and just stared at the chubby ass facing him. Pooching out at the base of her soft, white buns was the wet, hairy mound of her cunt. His mother's cunt! Dave wet his dry lips and climbed onto the bed, his lean young body molding to her lush, naked curves.

Valerie was half-asleep when she felt the hot length of cock slip under her buns and nudge her drooling pussy.

"Ohhh, Ben…" she sighed, bunching a bit and wriggling her ass until she felt the hot, bulbous head plug her hole. She hadn't expected her husband to return with a hard-on, but she was more than ready for it.

And then he shoved it in. Not slowly, savoring every bit of her wet, rippling heat as he usually did, but hard and fast, making her ass shudder.

"Ohmigod!" Valerie squealed excitedly, now completely awake. "Fuck me hard, I love it!"

She felt strong hands move from her hips up under her arms and around her body, gripping her huge tits almost painfully. The long, fat cock hammered into her enthusiastically, making the bed shake.

"Oh, yes! Yes! Hurt me, yank my tits!" The hot-assed mother cried, feeling the fingers form a circle around her puffy nipples, squeezing them tightly.

She lifted her upper leg and held it with her hand under the knee, allowing his cock to slide even deeper in her. She heard his huffing and blowing, felt the smooth patina mashing her jugs, and realized that something was different.

Somehow, Ben's fucking wasn't the same. Ben's hands were big and rough, and his chest was hairy. The chest pressed against her sweaty back felt smooth and hairless.

Valerie turned her head slowly, fearfully, a dazed expression on her pretty face. "Dave!" She gasped in shock, and then panicked and quickly pulled away from her teenage son. His long cock slipped from her greedily sucking cunt with a lewd slurp.

"My God, Dave! How could you?" She hissed. The boy hunched his hips, trying to fit his straining, aching cock back in the warm, snug hole.

"Dave! No!" She cried, and jumped from the bed. Her son was after her like a wild animal, his stiff, glistening prick waving and bouncing near her ass as she ran around the bed. She tried to open the door that he had locked, and he was on her, grabbing at her naked, flopping tits and trying to shove his cock into the wet velvet flesh of her cunt.

"Stop. Mom! Stop!" he whispered. "I'll tell Dad about Amy!"

He had to repeat his threat a few times before the words registered in Valerie's reeling brain. She froze, staring blankly as her son lifted one mammoth tit and eagerly buried his face in the quivering white flesh. He sucked her large brown nipple hungrily, biting it and hurting her, and as he sucked and chewed, his mother's mind slowly focused.

"What-what did you say?" She hissed, pushing at him as he tried to steer his cock into her with his hand.

"I'll tell Dad what you and Amy did with her baton and that big rubber prick you're hiding under the dresser!"

Valerie blanched. "He-he won't believe you," she stammered. "I'll tell him you're lying!"

"He'll believe me when he sees that big dildo, or checks out Amy's ass," Dave panted, pawing at her trembling tits. "Now hold still, dammit!"

Valerie's body was shivering with fear and outrage. She knew she didn't dare take a chance on Ben's believing her denials. He wasn't a naturally suspicious man, but she'd never be able to explain away the double dildo. And if he ever got angry enough to check his daughter's ass, he'd probably kill them both.

"Come on, Mom," Dave coaxed. "It's really hurtin'. You let Amy; why won't you let me?"

Valerie didn't have a ready answer. The plain truth was that she'd always had trouble keeping a tight rein on her horny inclinations. Oh, if only she hadn't sniffed Amy's baton, none of this would be happening!

"Dave," she said, trying one last time to reason with her son. "This-this is wrong, don't you see! What happened with your sister was an accident, something I couldn't control. But… you're my son, you know it's not right for a son to… to fuck his mother!"

Dave hardly heard her. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her to the bed. She sat on the edge, still trembling and feeling sick to her stomach. God, Ben was only a few yards away!

"Oh, God, Mom, your tits are so big!" Dave said, seeing that she was no longer putting up a fight.

Valerie thought she'd lose her sanity when her son lifted both her weighty tits as he stood between her parted legs. His long cock throbbed only inches from her face, and she could smell the aroma of his young, sweaty balls. Her pulse pounded.

"Jeez, Mom, they're so big and beautiful!" And he pressed her tits around his cock and belly. The warm flesh spread softly over him, reaching as far as his hips and he felt his cock start to jerk and throb painfully.

Pushing down on his mother's huge jugs until his knob peeked out of the cleft between them, he leaned forward and placed his hands on her shoulders for support. Then he started working his hips back and forth, fucking her tits. Dave had never heard of titty-fucking, he'd just discovered it on his own. But his already stunned mother was further shocked to see how sexually advanced her son was.

Valerie's head was pushed back because of his position and her face was pressed to his chest. But the silken feel of his hot, wet cock sliding between her sensitive tits roused emotions she knew should be suppressed.

But Dave was pumping faster, now, and her vivid imagination had already pictured his fat cockhead swelling, spilling its hot, creamy cum in to the crevice of her white tits. Her imagination was her downfall.

Knowing it was wrong and sinful and horrible didn't help. In fact, its very forbiddance may have been part of the subconscious appeal. Whatever the reason, she gently pushed her head forward, making Dave stand up straight again, still hunching his hips and sending his prick through her tit-tunnel.

She lowered her eyes, really examining her son's cock for the first time. Just the fat, purplish head was showing. Valerie's throat went dry as she admired it.