William Taylor - Farm family

Slowly, the horror and painful degradation Beth felt blended with the intense sexual stimulation of her son's fucking and goosing. A helpless, ecstatic groan broke from her lips and she jerked her body backwards faster, impaling herself willingly on her boy's steel-hard cock and rummaging fingers.

"Come, come…" she chanted, feeling the twin probings of her stretched holes gathering heat. Her cunt and painfully stuffed asshole were filling her with masochistic delight. Her fleshy hips began to undulate in little circles as she thrust her ass back at Jerry, and her lips drew away from her white teeth.

"Ohhh, yes, fuck me, fuck me, come! Ahhh! Coming!"

When Jerry heard his mother's agonized screams and felt her muscles tighten around his cock and fingers, he jabbed his cock into her cunt with blinding speed. He came in seconds, falling across her sweaty back as his boiling jism splattered into her throbbing cunt. Beth's arms weakened as she came and she slumped to the floor with Jerry on top of her.

"Oh, shit," he said, feeling his prick slipping out of her cunt. "What a fuck! Come on, Mom, get me hard again, suck on it."

Karen Phillips was naked, her melon-sized tits wobbling on her chest as she stepped out of her black lace panties. She fluffed up her glossy black pussy hair and then scratched a rib.

"Shit!" Jack Davis muttered, peering at his sister through the cracks in the old wooden planks of the bathroom. This was just like old times. He vividly recalled how, when he was a horny teenager with more ideas than opportunities, he'd peeked at his younger sister when she was undressing or taking a bath. But she'd never had a pair of tits that big, then! He felt a bit guilty about peeking at his sister, but shit, she was built better than most of the women he'd fucked, with the exception of Beth.

Shit, just when he needed Beth the most, when his balls were aching to empty their load, a stinking blizzard had to hit! And now, right in front of him, separated by only an inch or two of thin wood, was more real, live cunt than he'd seen in ages. That heavy bush bristling between her legs looked so soft and springy that, if she were any other woman, he'd have rushed in and buried his face in her cunt, rubbing his nose and lips back and forth until she creamed.

The middle-aged voyeur watched his sexy sister step into the old-fashioned four-legged tub. It wasn't too large, so her knees and tits were still visible as she sat. He licked his lips and watched her hands soap up those big tits and really give them a scrubbing. Her nipples stuck out like bright red strawberries. Then she rinsed. Jack loved wet tits. There was something about the full, shiny-smooth mounds dripping water that really turned him on.

He saw her arms drop between her thighs and start working. He couldn't see anything but the movements of her upper arms and the flexing of her biceps, but it seemed to him that she was taking a long time just to be washing.

Jack knew that Karen wasn't dating anyone. She hadn't gone out since her divorce came through four months ago, so she wasn't getting any sex. He watched her washing her pussy and saw the enjoyment on her face. He heard the soft splashing and sloshing, and then her upper arms squeezed the sides of her huge tits, making them stand up higher on her chest. Her strawberry-sized nipples were large and wrinkled, standing out stiffly from the dark brown skin surrounding them. Then he heard her sigh.

A little later she stood up, reached for her towel and stepped from the tub. Her soft white tits hung and swung as she dried her toes and legs, and Jack sucked in his breath, debating whether or not to pull his cock out and jerk off right in the hall. But that was too dangerous. Instead, he rubbed his hot prick through his pants.

Then he saw Karen do a strange thing. Spreading the towel on the floor and lying on it, she licked her lips and lifted her legs into the air. Jack held his breath as she grabbed her legs behind her knees and rolled back until her weight was resting on her shoulders. The man grabbed his hard cock and squeezed it painfully as his sister's plump ass spread, revealing the dark ring of her asshole and the rim of her cunt.

She hooked her legs behind her neck, bent her head and started nuzzling her own hairy pussy! Jack choked back a gasp. His sister had a hand on each white ass cheek, pulling her butt toward her face. Her puckered asshole stared lewdly back at him as she licked her cunt. Jack was so shocked he almost forgot to be excited. The way his sister's ass was facing him, he could see everything. Her big black bush bristled around her mouth and cheeks as she licked up and down her cunt, and he could hear the slurping of her tongue and her muffled grunts and sighs.

The horny woman's older brother didn't allow shock to rule him long. His cock throbbed and oozed pre-cum, straining the front of his pants as he rubbed it and imagined it was his tongue spreading those plump pink cuntlips. So what if she were his own sister? She had a cunt just like every other woman!

He saw Karen root down and spear her pussy hole, and then she drew back a bit and circled her prominent clit with the tip of her tongue. She laved the base and shaft of her finger-like, scarlet clit, and then sucked the whole bud into her mouth.

She was breathing heavily through her nose, now, as she squirmed and grunted with total abandon. Her slender, fat-titted body writhed on the damp towel as she drove herself crazy, trying to lift her ass higher and higher. Her nose was almost buried in her winking, dripping cunt hole, blocking Jack's view of her pussy lips. The dark curls surrounding her cheeks and ears and her pulsing asshole were more than enough to turn her brother into a sex-crazed maniac whose only purpose in life was to shove his pounding cock into a cunt.

Jack remembered Beth's pussy, and how he had handled it last night before fucking it. How soft and mushy and wet it had felt to his fingers – just like Karen's, now. He remembered once, when Karen had started filling out, that he'd grabbed the crotch of her panties. She'd squealed and blushed and protested when she caught him sniffing the strong, sexy moisture clinging to his fingers, but he hadn't been able to resist doing it, anyway.

Now that same, never-forgotten odor was seething through the crack of the bathroom door and the planks!

Jack couldn't take much more of that without coming in his jeans, so he turned away and went to his bedroom. Patti was already asleep in the next room, and he heard Karen open her door to check on her before continuing on to her own room. He lay on his back with his cock tenting the blankets, hoping that Karen would check in on him and get horny for his prick, but she went right on by.

He listened to the wind driving the snow against the window for a long time, then threw back the covers and slipped down the unlit hallway to his teenage daughter's room. Patti was a farm girl, soft and smooth-skinned and slightly gawky, but with hints of the woman to come. He'd already noticed her full, pouting lips and soft, braless tits. The milky whiteness of her untanned skin and the unlined innocence of her pretty face was more than enough to tempt a saint.

So what if he'd promised Beth not to mess around with kids any more? He'd kept his word for more than ten years. Admit it, he told himself, you're slipping into Patti's room in order to relieve the ache in your balls.

He wasn't worried about Karen waking up and checking on the girl. She was a heavy sleeper from way back.

God, she looked so peaceful sleeping there, curled on her side with her thumb in her mouth, just like a baby. Jack's cock throbbed and strained against his pajamas. As he looked at Patti's pink, pouting lips wrapped around her thumb, he began to imagine it was his cock she was sucking. Without stopping to consider whether it was right or wrong, the girl's horny father unbuttoned his pajama bottoms and pulled out his hard cock, intending to jerk off while looking at her.