Don Scott - Hot family ties

But as he rubbed her asshole with his finger, Jonas felt his sister tense up, so he knew that she would not be able to take his mammoth cock up her whole without a great deal of pain.

"Mmmmmmm!" Jonas moaned, nibbling tenderly on Lesa Ann's clit as she squirmed. He massaged her ass-cheeks and rubbed her asshole, licking up the cunt-juice as it trickled from her tight, hot cunt.

Lesa Ann ran her tongue around her mouth, moistening her lips, fighting to control herself. It was an impossible task. Each time Jonas sucked on her clit or grazed his tongue over the electrified nub, it Was as though she were being ripped apart by some strange and wonderful force that was beyond her control.

When the orgasm finally hit Lesa Ann, it hit so suddenly and unexpectedly that she was caught unprepared. She shivered, her hips jerking back and forth as cunt-juice gushed from her cunt. Jonas, holding her hips as steady as possible, fought to keep his mouth sealed onto her cunt-lips. His tongue remained crammed deep into her cunt as the cum washed into his mouth and trickled down his cheeks and chin.

"Ieeeeee!" The strange sound of ecstasy ripped from Lesa Ann's throat as her body

seemed to turn inside out.

Cum gushed into Jonas's mouth as he tonguefucked his sister. He held her tightly, his fingers pressing deep into the warm half-moons of her ass-cheeks. Jonas continued to tongue-fuck Lesa Ann until he was certain that she had been completely spent, that her cunt-juice had been released and she was fully satisfied.

"Ohhhhh! You're magnificent," the teenager whispered, looking down at her brother's face which glistened with her own cunt-juice. "Now, Jonas, I'm going to suck your cock and do whatever you want me to do. Anyone who can lick my cunt until I cum like that deserves a reward."

Janet sat at the small dressing table in her bedroom, wondering if tonight Charlie would finally come to his senses and become the kind of loving, caring, lusty husband that she used to know. It had been too long since she had enjoyed the kind of carnal ecstasy that only he could give her.

She sighed wearily. It wasn't as if her body had been deprived. Certainly she had enjoyed powerful orgasms from her sons Jonas and Mitchell.

Those two studs had worked her body over good, fucking her hot cunt with their… tongues and cocks, giving her the unbridled pleasures that her body craved with such, wanton abandon.

But fucking her sons even thought it was exhilarating, just wasn't the same as fucking her husband. Janet wanted to be reassured, once Again and by Charlie, that she was a beautiful, sensual woman. She wanted to feel his hard cock driving relentlessly into her seething cunt until she gushed out her cunt-juice. She warned her own husband's cock rubbing against her clit and spreading her cunt-lips far apart. Janet wanted, once again, to feel his experienced touch as he manipulated her body into one fantastic orgasm after another

In short, Janet wanted the kind of sex life with Charlie, her husband that she used to have.

And she was determined, to get it.

She pulled a brush through her blonde hair, parting it the way she liked it the best, combing it into the fashion that she knew Charlie liked.

"Oh, Charlie, what am I going to do with you?" Janet mumbled to herself, looking at her reflection, in the mirror.

Drastic problems called to, drastic measures. At least, that's the way Janet had it figured. She rose quickly from the small bench in front of her dressing table and strode purposely to the closet where her clothes were. Perhaps a little something special would spark the fire of Charlie's lust-some bedtime apparel that she had worn in the past that drove her husband wild with lust.

With a critical eye, Janet selected a sheer, see through gown and a pair of matching panties. After putting the garments on, Janet again took a long look at herself in the full-length mirror. She wanted to look absolutely perfect for Charlie. Janet wanted to look so astonishingly fuckable that Charlie would go stark raving mad with lust for her.

Janet tied the three slender cloth bows to hold the see-through robe together. The bows were across her big, full, round tits. Through the nightgown, her pink areolas and aroused, lust hardened nipples could be seen. The pink panties hugged Janet's hips tightly, squeezing her body so near that the woman's triangular thatch of cunt-hair was visible.

Moving over to the bed, Janet stretched out on top of it, reclining in such a fashion as to

be ready for Charlie when he returned to the bedroom. She twisted slightly, lying on her side, her legs parted a little. She wanted to give a breathtaking view of her succulent, curvaceous body the moment Charlie stepped into the bedroom.

As the frustrated woman thought about her husband, the memory of sexual encounters she'd enjoyed with Charlie long ago came back to her. She recalled how he had forced her thighs apart and plundered her hot, tight, juicy cunt with his cock, fucking her hard and fast while they stood in the kitchen of their own home.

The memory that came back to Janet caused her cunt to tingle delightfully, to get hot and itchy and moist and ready for Charlie's thick, hard-charging cock.

Charlie looked at his own face in the bathroom mirror. He wasn't a bad-looking man, he decided. Not bad-looking at all. And he knew his wife was still a woman who could give him-or any man, for that matter-a throbbing hard-on.

He was happy that he'd made the deal with

his own daughter. Lesa Ann had convinced him that be should make love to Janet. Charlie had been having his differences with Janet, and now, tonight, he was going to try to put all the differences behind them. He wanted to enjoy a full night of fucking and cunt-licking and cocksucking. He wanted to have the kind of evening with Janet that he hadn't had in a long, long time.

Stepping out of the bathroom, Charlie pulled his terry-cloth bathrobe a little tighter around his body and retied the sash. His body was freshly showered, his teeth brushed, his cheeks smelling of his best after-shave. He was ready for Janet, and he hoped like hell she was in the mood for fucking.

He padded barefoot toward his bathroom, wondering if Janet were asleep already, hoping he wouldn't have to wake her up to be with her.

"Now I'll be super-nice to both of you if you just help me make sure nothing disturbs Mom and Daddy tonight," Lesa Ann whispered, her face anxious as she looked into Jonas's eyes, then Mitchell's. "Please help me. I don't want

anything at all to disturb them."

Lesa Ann reached out and gently cupped both of her brothers' cocks. She gave their balls a soft, friendly squeeze that hinted of better things if they cooperated with her.

"Well, I guess if it's for a goad cause," Jonas said, a wanton, lusty smile spreading across his face. He reached out and gave Lesa Ann's right nipple a little pinch through the light cotton shirt she wore. "What about you? You think that's a good idea?"

Mitchell nodded his head, his prick getting hard as Lesa Ann fondled his balls through his slacks. He could hardly wait to drive his cock between the teenage blonde's pink cunt-lips and feel her writhing in ecstasy beneath him as he fucked her.

"Thank you," Lesa Ann murmured, her eyes shining with affection. "I thank, from the bottom of my heart, both of you. And trust me, you won't regret your decision."

Lesa Ann gave Jonas and Mitchell each a quick, warm kiss on the mouth, then left them alone in the tiny bedroom they shared. She knew her father was in the bathroom getting ready to go to bed, and she wanted to have a couple words with him before he saw Janet. Lesa Ann

was a little worried that Charlie's anger toward Janet hadn't subsided enough for him to really want to fuck her. Less Ann intended on making sure that fucking was on Charlie's mind when he stepped through the bathroom door.