Donna Allen - Naughty balling family

"Can you stick it in deeper?" she gasped, raising her ass and trying to force more of his prick inside her.

"You little honey-pot," he said, cork-screwing his prick into her. "How's this?"

"Good! Wonderful, Uncle Alan!"

"Jesus, honey," he panted above her. "You've got the tightest pussy I've ever dipped it to."

"Is it too tight?" She wanted desperately to please him.

He chuckled. "Hell, no, there's no such animal. A pussy can't be too tight."

"I feel your cock stretching my cunny."

"It's good, baby, so good. But I want it to last. I'm gonna pull out now, so don't go away." She moaned at the loss when he left her. "I want to taste you."

His tongue felt as good as his prick. Her thighs were open wide as he swirled his tongue up and down her creaming cuntslit. Suddenly his tongue shot out and pushed inside her pussyhole. His lips and tongue and teeth were all over her and she thrashed her legs, overcome by fuck-lust.

No one had ever licked her cunt the way he licked the tiny nub. He pushed back the protective sheath and licked the cockshaft. He brought her off several times before moving his tongue to her asscrack.

"Did you like taking it in the ass?" he said.

She lifted her butt and gave him plenty of room to tongue her asshole.

"I loved it," she moaned.

He tongued her shitter until she came and then he continued until she was weak with exhaustion. She had never come so many times!

Suddenly he got to his knees and pushed her legs apart.

"I'm just going to fuck your pussy for a minute," he said.

In a moment he entered her again. She cried out when his balls slapped her ass. Again, her cunt stretched wide around his prick. Then, as abruptly as he entered her, he pulled out.

"Suck my cock, honey," he said.

Her head reeled and she climbed over him and let her lips graze his swollen, cuntjuice-soaked prick.

"Take it, honey," he said, thrusting his hips up. "Suck it good and I'll fuck you again. You like when I fuck you, don't you?"

"I love it." The words were barely out when she sank her moist lips around the thickness of his cock.

He gyrated his ass as her hungry mouth encircled the flared rim under his cockknob. She felt the hot come in his balls and let out a hoarse moan when he thrust his cock into the back of her throat.

"Oh, baby, what a mouth," he said. "What a cunt and what a mouth."

The teenager concentrated on filling her mouth. She wanted to take his entire prick, wanted to feel him down to her tees. She managed to take only a few inches, but he seemed pleased.

"Lick my balls," he said and she obediently ground her nose into his ball-bag and licked his nuts.

"Get them good and wet," he said.

She gathered saliva in her mouth and dribbled it over his balls. When they were drenched, she returned her attention to his prick.

"Jesus, honey, you've got a sweet mouth," he said.

She had a tiny orgasm while she sucked him. Using her free hand she managed to wedge it between her legs.

"That's right, honey, frig yourself while you blow me."

She let the tip of her tongue dance over the most sensitive spots on his prick. He let her know what felt good by guiding her head with his strong hands.

When her jaws were exhausted, he pushed her onto her back and mounted her. This time he fucked her with deep slow strokes that set her clit blazing. His cock felt bigger than before. She felt proud, somehow, of having taken his big cock into her throat without gagging.

"Honey, you're a wonderful lover," he said.

She felt her pussy grip his cock tightly. "Oh, Uncle Alan, so are you."

"Can you take it harder?"

"Yes. Yes, fuck me harder."

He paused, leaving his cock imbedded inside her. "Squeeze it," he said and she used her cunt muscles to squeeze his prick.

Then he began slamming into her with savage fuck-thrusts. Her ass tilled up and his balls slapped them noisily. He sent his cockshaft rasping against her clit and hot waves of pleasure surged through her.

She clung to him, rolling her head from side to side and babbling mindlessly. Her hot teenaged pussy juices spilled out around his cock as it plowed into her inflamed cunt.

"Gonna slow down," he panted, crushing her lips with his.

"Make me come again, Uncle Alan," she said.

"Oh, baby!" she cried when he rammed his prick balls-deep into her cuntgash.

Now he thrust hard, sending his cock soaring into her depths. She wrapped her legs around his back and pulled his lips down to hers. His cock felt like a steel pole inside her. As they frenched, his chest crushed her tits. She loved it all. Her lips and cunt felt bruised and she loved that too.

She lost track of her orgasms, but each one filled her with ecstasy. Then he growled and thrust in savagely as he came. Their mutual release gave her the most intense orgasm yet.

He stayed inside her a long time. Even after his cock had lost its starch he gave her several orgasms by rubbing against her excited cunt.

"Don't stop," she begged. "Oh, yes, yes! Oh, God, that's good! Oh, yes, Uncle Alan, you're making me come again!"

She locked her legs around his waist as her last convulsive spasm shook her senses. When he finally slipped out of her, she climbed over him and licked the cuntjuice from his prick and balls.

"Hey, Mom, you look terrific," Ted said as he entered his parents living room.

Molly had just finished brushing her long dark hair. She beamed as her grown-up married son entered the room and raise her lips for his kiss.

"You're not just saying that, are you?" she said.

He playfully pinched her ass. "You're sinfully sexy and you know it."

He flopped down onto the sofa and took a good look at his mother as she fixed them thinks. She was dressed in a short-sleeved-silk blouse that showed her deep cleavage. She wore tight white slacks that outlined her full, but still firm asscheeks.

Turning to face him, the older woman winked as she handed him his drink. She knew her sons adored her and she enjoyed turning them on as only a mother can.

Now she wiggled across the room to give him one last look at her ass. Bending over, she saw him staring at her tits as she returned to the sofa.

"What did you want, Son?" she said.

"Everyone's out and I'm bored."

She tickled the hairs on the back of his neck. "Dad's out too and I guess I'm also bored."

"Honest, Mom, you're still a great-looking woman."

She touched his arm. "Sometimes I can't believe I've got sons the age of you and Alan."

"You sure don't look it."

"Oh, you're prejudiced."

"Honest, Mom, you look good enough to eat." Mother and son burst out laughing. "And I mean that in the literal sense."

She sighed. "I wish your father thought so."

"Don't tell me the old man isn't taking care of you."

She sighed again. "You know your father and I have a good marriage, despite the fact that we both… do our own thing occasionally."

Ted gulped his drink. "I'd rather not hear about it."

She giggled. "You're still a little boy in your heart. Wanting to think your parents are perfect."

"Maybe so," he said. "But you really are a great-looking broad, Mom." He gave her an affectionate squeeze as she patted his thigh.

Molly had always been proud of her ability to attract men, but as she grew older it became increasingly difficult to live so close to her two daughters-in-law and now Betsy. They were all so attractive and sexy – and young. So far she still got plenty of attention when she walked down the street. Men liked her and she liked men. But how long would it last?

Now mother and son chatted as she fixed another round of drinks. She went to the stereo and chose some hard rock music. She wiggled her hips and danced her way back to Ted's side.