Don Scott - Hot family ties

It wouldn't take much to set her off. Janet was sure of that. Just the slightest, littlest thing

would make her a cock-hungry, ravenous slut and she knew it and accepted it.

Slipping soundlessly out of bed, she looked at Charlie. He continued to sleep peacefully. Janet still loved her husband. She loved him passionately and with all her heart. But he wasn't giving her his cock, and that's what she needed the most right then.

If I can't get fucked by you, she thought, then I'll fuck your sons. They know how to give me what I need!

Janet selected her clothes carefully, wanting to look sexy without being obvious that she was looking to get laid. She chose her best matching lingerie-a maroon lace bra that was very sheer and pretty, with bikini panties that hugged her full, feminine hips. Along with those she took out maroon silk stockings with a matching garter-belt.

Finally she chose a bright red satin blouse that was loose, yet showed the fullness of her succulent, fuckable tits, and a knee-length white skirt that had buttons running down the front which enabled Janet to show off as much of her legs as she liked.

When Janet stepped out of the bedroom, she was ready to get fucked, even though it was only

a little after seven o'clock in the morning.

Looking at the king-size bed at the top of the stairway, she saw that Lesa Ann was already up and about. Only Alana, Janet's sweet, quiet daughter, remained curled up beneath the blankets, sleeping peacefully.

Janet could not look at the kitchen again without remembering how she had satisfied Jonas's extraordinarily large cock. Janet sighed softly, feeling her panties get moist with her cunt-juice.

The lusty mother made a pot of coffee, sitting at the small kitchen table until the coffee was brewed. Pouring herself a cup, she stepped over to the back door. It looked like it would shape up to be a beautiful morning. Janet hoped one cunt filled with a bone-hard cock.

There was something devilishly exciting about fucking her own sons, about getting down on her knees and filling her mouth and throat with their cocks. Janet never realized she lusted so much for her sons until she discovered how hard they could make her cum.

Glancing down at her big tits, she saw that her thoughts had made her nipples hard. Janet smiled. She didn't mind having her nipples on

display. The bra did little or nothing to conceal her erect nipples, and the sheer satin blouse showed off their dramatic, sweeping curves.

"Oh… good morning."

Janet turned around to see who had walked into the kitchen. It was Mitchell. His cheeks were flushed a little, and Janet wondered if he were embarrassed about seeing her after fucking her last night in the bathroom. Janet hoped he wasn't embarrassed. The last thing in the world she wanted was for her sons to be frightened of seeing her.

"Good morning," Janet replied. "Did you sleep well?"

Mitchell nodded his head. His eyes drank in his mother's beauty. She looked as striking and erotic as he could imagine. He wondered if she could tell that he had fucked Lesa Ann just a little while earlier, then dismissed the notion. Janet knew a lot, but she couldn't know everything that was happening. If she did, he suspected he would get a strong cursing out from her for fucking Lesa Ann.

Janet's eyes caught her son's. For a moment they remained motionless and silent, looking into each other's eyes, the communication between them unspoken but crystal clear.

Janet set her cup on the table, then tuned her back to Mitchell. She wouldn't fuck him in the kitchen. Last night she had gotten lucky when she gave Jonas the blow-job without being caught, or so she thought, but she wasn't willing to take that kind of risk again.

With her hand on the door knob, she asked softly, "Would you like to go someplace for breakfast? Just you and me?"

"Yeah. Sure."

"Ohhhhh! Mitchell, I'm going to drive right off the road if you keep teasing me like that!" Janet hissed as she drove down the freeway.

Janet's white skirt was completely unbuttoned, except for the very top one. Mitchell had his hand between her legs, her bikini panties pushed away, two fingers pumping in and out of her cunt, spreading her cunt-lips and gliding against her clit.

Janet blinked her eyes, fighting to clear her vision. It was ecstasy having Mitchell's fingers driving into her cunt, and she could hardly wait to have his big cock where his fingers were right now. But she couldn't just pull over to the side

of the freeway. As lusty as Janet was, she was not going to risk being caught by the Highway Patrol.

"You've got the best body in the whole world!" Mitchell hissed, driving his fingers to the fist into Janet's hot, wet cunt.

As she drove, Janet unbuttoned her blouse down almost to the waistband of her skirt. She pulled her blouse around her tits, then tugged one lacy cup down so that her tit burst into view. Instantly, Mitchell's hot lips were surrounding her areola, his teeth and tongue scraping against the tingling, lust-hardened nipple.

"Awwwww! Mitchell, you make me so horny!" Janet confessed. "I never knew you were such a stud!"

Janet turned down the exit ramp. She wasn't certain where she was going, and she really didn't care as long as she found someplace private where she could finally fuck her son. Thinking of fucking in the back seat brought a sultry smile to Janet's face. She hadn't fucked in a car since she and Charlie were just kids.

Janet turned down a residential road, then down an alley. She switched off the ignition and turned to her son. Janet melted into Mitchell's strong arms.

"Oh, Mitchell… "Janet murmured before fusing her lips to her son's.

She kissed Mitchell, boldly thrusting her tongue between his lips. The taste of her son's tongue made Janet's cunt-lips tingle excitedly. She twirled her tongue around Mitchell's, twisting in the seat, groping between his legs to get to his delicious cock.

Very quickly, Mitchell unfastened the final button of his mother's white skirt, then took it off completely. He tried to work her panties down her legs, but Janet couldn't move enough to get her legs together. Angry, so horny he could not be patient, Mitchell growled and ripped the panties off his mother's hips.

"Ouch!" Janet squealed as the panties bit into the sweet flesh of her ass-cheeks before tearing away.

Though Mitchell was being very forceful with her, Janet loved it. Knowing that she could turn a stud on so greatly that he couldn't control himself, let Janet know that she was still extremely sexy, even if she was approaching forty years old.

Janet fumbled with her son's zipper, practically ripping open his slacks in her haste to get his cock out where she could do something with

it. When she curled her fingers around the throbbing shank of Mitchell's prick, Janet moaned loudly.

"Fuck me, my son," the big-titted woman hissed, not caring that phe was in an alley where someone-perhaps en route to work-might catch her fucking her own flesh and blood.

Mitchell pushed his mother away. At first Janet had a disapproving look on her face, clearly thinking that the boy had lost interest in her body. But when he shoved her roughly against the inside of the driver's side door, then. grabbed her knees and spread them wide apart, Janet knew she was in for a good time.

"Yessssss!" she purred, tugging down the other cup of her bra so both tits were out in the open for Mitchell's hungry mouth to devour. "Eat my cunt, Mitchell. I want to feel my own son's cock pushing into my cunt!"

Mitchell slipped down in the seat, raising and spreading his mother's knees just a little more. Janet was twisted sideways in the front seat. Her right foot was up on the top of the seat's backrest; Janet's left foot was on the floor of the car.