Conrad Sloan - The family pet

Harry said, "Mom? Oh please, Mom." His stiff cock was in his hand, and he stood spread-legged near her. "I always dreamed of fucking you, Mom – ever since I was a little kid. Please let me."

Lenore was groggy, but she smiled up at her son and said, "Of course, darling. Come down here to your mother. Oh, what a lovely, strong prick – so hard and so young."

With a strangled cry, Harry Lorimer lay down on top of his mother, and she opened her thighs to receive him. He kissed her, and Sunny could see the electric jolt that shook them both as their tongues met. Harry had one handful of tit and the other fitted with asscheek, hanging tightly to both.

"Look at them," Sunny whispered to the girl. "Your mother and brother, getting to love each other at last. And there's your daddy, sitting beside them with his big prick in his hand."

Betsy whispered back, afraid to break the spell: "It's so beautiful."

Then they were quiet, watching intently as the boy got his cockhead placed into the wet opening of his mother's snatch, as he trembled and pushed, and the knob sank from sight, completely surrounded by the lush forest of rich black pussy hairs. In his prick went, sliding softly and wetly, entering that tight, hot box he had always craved to fuck, into his own mother's quivering cunt.

Harry stuck it deep, rode his cock home to the balls, and when his mother wiggled, when she lifted her long, slim legs to cross them over the small of his back, he whimpered and freaked right out. "Oh, Mom! So hot and slippery in your cunt. Oh, wow! I've got my prick in you at last. I've got my cock jammed to the roots inside the hottest, sweetest pussy in the world. I'm really fucking you, Mom. I'm not just dreaming about it – it's really happening."

"Yes, dear," his mother breathed. "You're fucking your mother, and I'm fucking my little boy – and it's wonderful! Put that gorgeous prick to me, darling. Harder, deeper! Fuck your mama, Harry! Oh, yes – fuck your mama!"

Harry crammed the meat to her, the pair of them wrapped tightly together, squirming and thrusting. On the floor beside the couch, Judd Lorimer stared as his son fucked his wife, his own prick clutched tightly in one hand. He was close, and could see every detail of the shaft working greasily in and out of Lenore's shaggy pussy, could see the gripping of her cunt lips so red and dripping, could see the soft slapping of the boy's balls coming to rest in the furry cleft of his mother's heaving, rolling ass.

"Stick it to her, boy," he said. Reaching out, he slipped one hand under his wife's ass, and put the other atop his son's buttcheeks. Pushing, he helped them to fuck each other, rubbing their asses as they screwed, feeling the wetness seep from the end of Lenore's cunt, feeling the muscles tighten in his boy's ass every time he drove his hard and eager young prick home into his mom's searing cunt.

They moaned and churned, legs flailing and hands grasping, and Sunny watched as Harry's balls leaped upward against his shaft, a sure sign that he was shooting off inside his mother's snatch. Sunny envied the older woman the glorious sensation of hot cum spraying in her pussy, and she envied the boy his frantic orgasm as his mom's cunt worked hotly around his dick.

As Betsy said, it was a beautiful scene, this first time Harry and Lenore Lorimer fucked each other. There would be other wild scenes to come, but none to match the sharpness of this initial fucking.

Judd allowed them to cling together for a few more moments, then stood up and tapped the boy on the naked back. "My turn, Son. You can go around to your mother's head, or just sit and watch for a while."

Harry seemed in a daze as he backed his prick from Lenore's rich pussy, and his knees almost buckled before he could take a seat on the carpet. Judd got on the couch astride his wife's limp body, placing one knee on each side of her chest. Sunny thought that she had never seen his cock so swollen, so extended. From the inflamed head, a thin droplet of pre-cum balanced precariously.

He said, "Lenore – you never really ate cock before, but you will now. Here it is, baby."

Leaning forward, he used a hand to steer the prickhead into his wife's still lips, shoving until it slipped from sight inside her mouth. "Ahh, baby – that's right. That's good. Suck my prick awhile, Lenore. Yeah, yeah! Use your tongue on it, darling. You've just been screwed by a big dog and fucked by our son, and now you're eating my cock. But not all the way, baby – ahh – even though your mouth is hot and hungry. No – that's enough."

Sunny watched him jerk the prick from his wife's avid mouth and move back to set the pulsing bulb into her foamy cunt lips. Judd didn't bother with any kind of foreplay then, but simply pushed his meaty dong in and in until he had it hidden to the hilt inside that wetly receptive cunt.

"Come on, Betsy," Sunny said. "I can't watch any more of this without getting some of the goodies for myself. Let's do a sixty-nine."

Betsy was trembling as they got into position, and her little pussy was dewy with the steaming desires that had been building within it. Lovely cunt, Sunny thought, staring into its red lips, a lovely young snatch ready for anything. Right now, it had a kiss coming, and Sunny gave it happily.

They found each other's cunts, their tongues working in furious haste, their teeth nipping and their mouths building up an intimate suction. They twisted, rubbing each other's faces with cunt juice, and turned occasionally to catch glimpses of the action on the couch as Judd poured the prick to his already well-fucked wife.

They saw the intent crouching of Harry, as the boy stared at his mother's pussy where Judd's big prick was sliding in and out. And then they turned back to work on each other's cunts. Pumping their tongues, sucking and mauling, their fingernails digging into sweetly clenching asscheeks, the girls brought each other to a lunging, wriggling orgasm. Sunny shook and sweated, her eyes closed and her chin slippery with the hot oils of Betsy's cunt. She rested that way, her own twat making little soft hunchings in the other girl's mouth.

And when they broke free, Judd Lorimer had collapsed atop his wife. Harry Lorimer was standing over them, his prick up in a new hardon. Reaching down and turning his mother's head towards him on the pillows, he placed one knee on the couch and pushed the head of his cock into her mouth.

"Here, Mom – suck it. Eat my prick the way you were doing to Dad. Only I won't take it out of your mouth. I want to come there, so you can swallow my jism down."

With her mouth filled with cock, Lenore couldn't answer, but she lifted one languid hand to cup her son's balls, and Sunny couldn't see any more when Harry's body closed her off. But she figured that the boy had most of his stiff prick fed into his mom's mouth, maybe prodding the back of her throat with the head of it.

His head pillowed on his wife's tits, Judd Lorimer was all fucked out, looking kind of flat as he lay with his prick melting within Lenore's pussy.

Sunny said to Betsy, "Do you want to come on over to my house? There may not be any more action here for the rest of the night. My mom was kind of beat, too, when we left there, but with a nap and a shot of gin, shell be ready to go some more. We could make a triangle of it, you and me and my mother."

Slim and lean, sun-browned and very sexy-looking, Betsy said, "No, Sunny – I don't think so. Maybe tomorrow. I think I ought to stay here with my own family tonight, and take care of them. I can feed them and help them wash up, and mix some drinks, and then I can get in on whatever else is going to happen. If not tonight, then in the morning, when they're all rested up. You understand, huh?"

"Sure," Sunny answered, standing up and stretching. She saw the way Harry was fucking his prick in and out of his mom's face. "I understand. It's a lot better with your own family. And if Harry can't fuck you soon, I'll bet your daddy can. Besides – I've always got good old George at home."