Unknown - My horny home

He wondered if Karen was watching from out in the hallway. He had been skeptical of her dizzy idea from the first. Now here he was, shoving his big cock in and out of his pretty stepmother's mouth.

Staring down past her fucking face, he eyed her pulsating pussy. She was squatting down before him, knees spread wide. This gave him a good view of her cunt. He stared at the golden-haired pussy. He watched the slit pulsate enticingly with every movement of her body as she sucked.

The sight of her exposed pussy turned him on. He reached down, placed a hand on her forehead, and peered deep into her lustful eyes.

"How 'bout showing me how to fuck," he whispered.

Alice hesitated for a moment, then nodded. She was too hot to back away now. She wanted to feel that big cock in her. She wanted to help this boy

become a man. He was family. Her own stepson. They had sworn each other to secrecy. Jim would never find out. She wouldn't tell him. Neither would Bob. This would be their little secret.

Uncoupling her lovely mouth from his lovely cock, she slid upward along his nakedness and melted into his embrace. She kissed him tenderly.

"Yes, yes," she breathed, "I'll teach you how to fuck. I'll teach you everything."

She kissed him again and again. She rubbed her huge tits against his hairless chest. She eased back onto the bed. She eased onto her back. Spreading her legs apart and lifting her knees, she guided him into a kneeling position between her legs.

Bob went along with it. He could no longer resist, even if he had wanted to. Common sense had long fled. He was a man of lust and passion. The sight of his lovely stepmother sucking his big cock had turned him on beyond the point of no return. The sight of her spread out before him in the conventional fucking position was the final straw. He was putty in her hands. He felt her hands on his buttocks, urging him forward. He felt her hand on his cock, guiding it toward her cunt. He stared deep into her baby-blue eyes, now filled with lewd glints.

"Now?" he asked, feeling his cockhead at her

cunt.

"Now!" she whimpered, pulling him to her and forcing his big cock into her eager cunt. "Now! You big-cocked bastard!"

He slid his cock all the way in.

Alice had made good on her promise to teach him.

Karen, from her vantage point in the hallway, had been watching developments with untold joy. All doubts about her plan succeeding began to recede with every minute Bob was alone with Alice.

She hadn't misjudged her stepmother. Alice was reacting just about like she had figured she would. Despite her protestations of being a square, and her humble mouthings about the sanctity of marriage, Alice was reacting like a normal girl. A nympho. Karen had figured all along that a girl who looked like Alice couldn't really be a shy, modest maiden like Alice pretended to be.

She had figured all along that Alice, if given the opportunity, and figuring she wouldn't be caught, would be a pushover for any man. Her theory was true. Now to put the rest of her plan into operation!

Shortly after Alice began sucking Bob's big prick, Karen pulled away from her vantage point outside the bedroom door. She would like to have seen the balance of the act, but knew this wouldn't work out. Bob was only human. She had to carry out the plan. She zipped downstairs, picked up the phone and dialed the number of the lodge. Without much delay, she got Daddy on the phone.

Keeping her voice from~ showing too much excitement, she said, "Daddy! Come home quick! Something's happening!" She hung up to avoid his questions.

She then went outside to await his arrival. It would be in a few minutes. The lodge wasn't far away.

Jim braked his car to a screeching halt in the driveway in front of the garage. His heart was pounding. His face was pale. Karen's urgent message had troubled him. He wished she hadn't hung up so quickly. He wished she'd been more explicit. On the short ride home from the lodge, he'd conjured up all kinds of terrible things that. could've happened. House on fire. An accident. Sudden sickness. His mind had run the gauntlet of fears.

Karen was waiting for him in the driveway. She stood beside the car door, holding it closed. He relaxed. At least his little daughter was safe. He tried getting out of the car, but she held the door closed.

"What happened? Why'd you call me?" His voice was shaky.

Karen replied, frying to keep her voice calm. "It's Alice and Bob," she blurted.

He paled. "Something's happened to them? An accident?" He pushed against the car door.

"Nothing like that, Daddy!" The words tumbled from her lips. "I was at Angie's. I came home a few minutes ago. I heard a noise in your bedroom. I peeked in." She paused for dramatic effect.

"And?"

"Bob was in your bedroom-with Alice!" She whispered the words.

"So?"

"They were naked!"

"What?" Disbelief flooded his handsome face. "What're you trying to tell me?"

"I… I… think they were making love, Daddy!" she blurted.

"Why-that bitch! That bastard! My own son! My own wife!" He shoved roughly against the car door and tumbled out. Righting himself, he headed for the door. "I'll kill 'em! So help me, I'll clobber 'em." He doubled his fists and bounded into the house.

Karen, suddenly alarmed at what anger she had wrought, grabbed his arm. She swung him around. They were in the kitchen. "Hold it, Daddy!" she said firmly. "Don't get mad."

"Why shouldn't I'?" He tried pulling loose from her grasp.

Sucking in a deep breath, Karen unloaded her trump card. "Remember what happened a few weeks ago, Daddy?"

"What?" He frowned.

"When Alice barged in and caught you in bed with me?"

Some of the rage ebbed. He unclenched his fists. "Yeah, I see what you mean."

"Maybe," Karen said quickly, "this is her way of getting even with you for what you did to me."

"Could be."

His face was very thoughtful when he headed toward the steps leading upstairs. All thoughts of quick vengeance were wiped from his mind. His overwhelming urge to beat them both to a pulp subsided. He could hardly do that, not after what he had done to his own daughter. With the ebbing of his rage, a calculating look came to his face.

He paused outside his bedroom door. He listened. Karen had been so right. He peered in. Alice had gotten past the cock-sucking stage. She was now flat on her back on the bed. Bob was on top of her. He was fucking her!

Jim shoved Karen toward her bedroom.

"I'll handle this, Karen. You go to your room," he whispered.

Karen pouted. "But I want to see

"I said, go to your room!" He pushed against her fanny and sent her on her way.

She went reluctantly and poutingly. She wanted to be in on the big moment.

He watched until his daughter disappeared into her room. He then peeked back into the room. He watched his son in action. A wave of admiration welled up inside him. Bob was giving a good account of himself His son was a chip off the old block. He sure knew how to handle himself.

Jim could clearly hear the fucking words being uttered by the loving duo on the bed. He could hear the bed squeaking from the torrid action as his son rammed his cock into Alice.

"Fuck it to me, Bob!" screamed Alice, bouncing her pussy up and down to meet Bob's eager thrusts.

"Yes, yes, Mother!" squealed Bob, pounding cock into the wonderful cunt. "Am I doing it right?" he asked, keeping up the illusion of innocence.

"Yes. It's perfect," encouraged Alice, wrapping her lovely legs around his and pulling him in deeper and deeper. "Fuck me, Son! Fuck me good!" she wailed.

Bob bounced around on top of his voluptuous stepmother. He meshed against her big titties. He pressed a few hot kisses onto her hot lips in between his up and down movements. He shoved his enormous rod far into her pussy. AU his pent-up desires, his inner lust came to the fore. Ever since his dad had brought