Harry Stevens - The family_s hot relations

The fly of Jane Hawthorne's tight jeans was wide open. Her exposed bikini panties cut across the soft roll of her lower belly in a yellow ribbon, with her navel pouting just above the elastic waistband.

Bud noticed it from all the way across the room. He drifted over to Jane, approaching her casually so she wouldn't be embarrassed.

"You're unzipped," he whispered in her ear.

Jane looked at him with a smirk. It was then that Bud realized how drunk she was.

"C'mon. Just zip up. I'll stand in front of you so nobody can see. No problem."

Even as high as she obviously was, Jane's reckless response surprised Bud. "Leave me alone!" she snapped. "I don't need you to tell me how to behave at my own party."

"Please," Bud persisted. "Don't make a scene."

"I'll do whatever I want!" Jane hissed.

A few people were starting to look. Bud fended them off for the time being with a fake smile.

"My, my, aren't you the diplomat," Jane said sarcastically. "If you want to be useful, why don't you get me another drink? That's what I really need, not your crappy advice."

Sensing that things could get out of hand if he didn't act quickly, Bud made a decision. He took Jane's arm, maneuvering her toward the nearest exit.

"What do you think you're doing?" she complained.

"Just take it easy," Bud told her under his breath. "This is just for your own good. You know how you get when you're drinking."

"Yeah, I sure do. I start having a good time. And that's something certain people don't seem to be able to stand."

Despite Jane's anger, Bud got her through the door, away from the rest of the party guests. But when Jane kept squawking, Bud had to use his superior strength to force her all the way out of the house, out of earshot.

Now Bud and Jane were alone in the backyard. To keep her under control, he had her arm twisted behind her back.

"You're hurting me," she winced.

"I'll let you go if you promise to do what I say," Bud said. "Just zip up your pants and make yourself decent, then that'll be the end of it."

"Okay," Jane agreed.

Bud released her arm and she stepped back, far enough so he couldn't grab her again. The smirk was back on her face.

"Go ahead, do it. Zip up your pants," Bud insisted. "You said you wouldn't give me any more trouble."

"I lied," Jane taunted. "I'll do as I please."

Her hands went to the front of her jeans, but not to close them up. Instead, she unhitched them. The loosened pants fell down her hips. With a shaft of moonlight bathing her crotch, the triangle of her pussy was outlined revealingly in her clinging panties. Bud looked away.

"When did you get so shy?" Jane mocked. "It's hardly like you've never seen my cunt before."

"That was before," Bud answered, his voice cracking. "We agreed it was over."

"I changed my mind," Jane said. "Now, look at me, sonny boy. I dare you not to look at me."

She snapped the waistband of her panties against her stomach, one, two, three times. Bud flinched each time as though he were hearing gunshots.

"Ooooooh, what a shame! The elastic broke," Jane giggled. "My panties are ruined. Couldn't keep them up if my life depended on it. Suppose I'll just have to throw them away. But, of course, to take them off I'll have to get out of these jeans first."

Still looking in the other direction, Bud heard the rustling of denim, then the jeans hitting the ground.

"There, that's better," Jane sighed. "The night air feels so good on my skin. Think I'll take off my blouse, too."

Buttons were pulled loose. The blouse was tossed away, fluttering across the yard so Bud could see it even though he was facing away from her.

"Mmmmm, I feel so free without any clothes on," Jane purred. "Guess I'll lie down on this nice, soft grass and just relax."

Bud walked away. His cock was so aroused that it pinched at the crotch of his jockey shorts with every step, but he was determined not to turn back.

"Maybe I underestimated your backbone," Jane called after him. "If you're really going to leave me alone out here, I imagine I'll just have to take care of myself – if you know what I mean." There was a pause. Then Jane's voice changed. "Ahhhh, that's it," she moaned. "Feels sooo gooood!"

Bud went no farther. He turned. He saw her.

Jane lay naked on the grass, her legs spread. Her hand was at her cunt, rubbing the lips. The moonlight glinted on the pussy juice that moistened her inner thighs.

"It would feel even better if you were the one playing with my cunt," she told Bud. "If I knew that before long I was going to take your big cock inside me. If I knew you were going to fuck me. Just like it used to be."

Bud stared at her. Her blonde cunt was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. All, the old lust had come back. But, he warned himself, he had to fight the way he felt. It was too dangerous to give in. This wasn't just any woman asking him to fuck her.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" she shamelessly demanded, fingering her pussy lips.

Bud looked at her inviting cunt. At the same time he looked beside himself. The strength of his desire frightened him. He tried one last plea. One last call to reason.

"God, don't you sees how wrong this is?" he blurted at Jane.

"Wrong? How can two people showing their love to each other be wrong?" Jane answered, her voice firm with her own brand of reason. "Why shouldn't you fuck me if we both want it?"

"Because!" Bud declared. "You're my own mother!"

Bud went weak in the knees. He was wavering, as though overtaken by a sudden illness.

"Come here, sweetheart," Jane beckoned him. "Mama will take care of you."

Bud lurched forward. His mother seemed to have some sort of magnetic power aver him. He knelt before her, his prick almost busting out of his pants.

Jane sat up and swiftly unzipped her son's bulging fly. She took out his cock and balls and kissed them all over.

"You win, Mom," Bud groaned.

"I knew you'd see things my way. Mother knows best," Jane chuckled and started sucking her son's stiff dick.

Jane was an expert at giving head. But never so much as when she was going down on her own son. Bud owned a ten inch prick, but his mother had no difficulty in deep-throating it all the way to the root.

"Oooooh, Mom, eat me, eat me!" Bud gasped, all of his resistance melted as his mother took his entire cock in her mouth.

Jane swung her naked body around in a half-circle on top of her son, orally twisting his dick in the process. When she came to rest, she had positioned her cunt over Bud's face.

Bud's tongue flicked out, tasting his mother's sweet pussy lips as they hovered above him. Then Jane lowered her cunt flush against Bud's mouth while she continued to suck his cock, and mother and son were locked in an incestuous sixty-nine.

Bud knew what to do with his tongue. Over the past six months since their affair had begun, his horny mother had given him plenty of practice. He lapped the sugary gash of Jane's twat, while simultaneously fucking her mouth with his hard prick at the other end of the slurping action.

Sixty-nining under the stars, mother and son coaxed one another to orgasm. In their sexual history, Jane was usually the one who started coming first. Tonight was no exception. Her body began to shudder so much that her plump asscheeks slapped Bud's head while he tonguefucked her cunt.

As she climaxed, Jane stepped up her oral activity on Bud's prick. Her mouth was like a cunt as it stroked her son's long, thick prick from cock-head to balls. Soon it was Bud's turn to get off. His crotch bucked, lifting his ass from the ground and jamming his dick in his mother's throat.

Jane reacted with merciless suction just before Bud's dick erupted with hot cum. Thirstily gulping, Jane drank Bud's jizz as fast as it flowed from his spurting cock-head. She was the kind of woman who devoured a lover's cum. Especially when the lover was her own son.