William Taylor - Hot fun family

"You liked it, didn't you?" Jack asked, lifting his handsome, wet face from his wife's soaked cunt.

"Well… kinda," Mary admitted in a low, shaky voice. It was only the third time he'd tongued her. "But it isn't nice."

"Come on, it felt nice to you and it felt nice to me. And you taste good – honest. Look, it even got me hard again." And he switched on the bedside lamp to show her the tall peak in the sheet over his crotch.

"Ohhhh, Jack!" Mary wailed, covering herself with her hands. "Turn out the light!"

"Awww, shit!" Jack grumped disgustedly. He flicked the switch and cupped her bare, sopping cunt. "So what ain't nice about lickin' this sweet thing – huh?"

"I-I don't know," Mary admitted, "but it just feels so, so awful to let you put your lips there where – you know – all the juice is. Where I pee from."

"Oh, hell," Jack sighed. "If I don't mind, and it doesn't hurt you, there's no reason to stop. And everybody does it." He stroked from the wet hair down to her hot inner thighs. "Let me lick it some more, huh?"

"Oh, Jack," Mary whined, turning so one heavy tit plopped on the sheet. "You did it once tonight already. Let's go to sleep, ok?"

Jack sighed again. His wife was really stacked, and she'd actually been a virgin when he'd married her three months ago, but sometimes she was a real pain in the ass. She still wouldn't blow him, let alone kiss his cock, and she'd acted like he was some kind of perverted animal when he tried fingering her asshole while they were fucking.

And now that he'd lost his job and they were living with his mother and brother, Mary was even more inhibited. "They'll hear us!" was her constant complaint whenever the bedsprings squeaked or he groaned a bit too loudly.

But Mary was right. Kim, Jack's widowed mother was at that moment lying rigid in her bed, her face hot with shame and excitement. Every intimate detail of her son's sexual activities had seeped through the thin wall separating their bedrooms, and her body had reacted to the whispered words and slurping smacks as Jack tongued Mary's cunt.

Kim had wanted her son to wait a few more years before getting married, but there'd been no argument she could make that was strong enough to overcome his horniness. Mary wouldn't "put out" until after the wedding, and Jack did love her. And he'd had a good job.

Kim was so aroused that she conjured up an image of her husband and, suddenly, the hand working its way down her softly curved stomach was not hers, but his. The fingers teased at the soft dark curls, and her throbbing cunt was cupped and squeezed. Her long, shapely legs splayed wider than they had in years as several fingers dragged through the steaming length of her inflamed, juicing pussy.

"Ohhh," she sighed, and felt his hand grab one of her huge, rolling tits, flattening the big mound a bit.

The raw flesh of her poor pussy was writhing helplessly from the fingers stirring it, and her erect, trembling clit was cooled by the feathery touch of a breeze coming through her partly opened window. Kim's eyes closed, and she entered a dream-world where all her sexual needs were satisfied. For the first time in seven years, the widowed mother reined the stringent controls she had placed on herself.

"Ummmmm, ahhhhh!" she moaned as the tiny, raw pucker of her asshole was investigated, and her fleshy, rounded asscheeks lifted six inches off the mattress. At the same time, two twisting fingers stabbed into the heart of her puffy-lipped, pulsating cunt. Kim heard the wet, squishy sounds of their entry and quick withdrawal and felt the first faint tingle signaling an orgasm.

"Ahhh, yes-s-s-s," she hissed, rotating her hips, "fingerfuck me harder!"

The hand left her tits to reach down and pluck at her long clit. The purplish little sex and slipped between the fingers which continued attempting to trap the oily morsel. Cunt-juice ran from Kim's plundered cunt down to the asshole centered between her grinding asscheeks, and a finger pushed gently at the greased lips of her shitter.

"Uhhhh," Kim moaned as she felt her asshole puckering, opening and closing spasmodically with the onset of her cum. The finger slipped in past the rubbery, gripping ring, searching her steaming shitchute as she squealed excitedly.

"Oh, Jack! Ohhh, Jack!" she gasped, cumming. Her shoulders shook and her big, melon-like tits jiggled heavily and smacked against each other. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over her arching, straining body and then she sagged, the fingers slithering wetly from their respective, throbbing sheaths.

Kim's eyes opened and a confused expression passed over her pretty face. Then her mouth opened. "My God!" she breathed, realizing whose name she'd called out. Her stomach knotted up with guilt and shame. Her own son! She'd called out her own son's name while fingerfucking and goosing herself!

The agonized, sexually frustrated mother cried herself to sleep that night. But even in her dreams she was visited by her son. When she woke up the next morning she retained the memory of a portion of those dreams, and ran to the bathroom where she sobbed her heart out after masturbating again. She resolved to talk with Nancy, her sister. She couldn't allow such perverted thoughts to continue.

Bill, Kim's son, knew why his brother had married Mary, even if Jack didn't. Mary was a younger, smaller version of their mother, with the same features, dark auburn hair, big tits and plump buns. Bill thought that his mother was the sexier of the two, but kept his thoughts to himself.

The teenager knew that his mother mail-ordered a special bra from Helga of Hollywood for her 42DD boobs, and that alone made her the front runner in the race with her daughter-in-law. But Bill really appreciated his mother's looks, too. He knew about the Rita Hayworth look-alike contest she'd won when she was twenty. True, it had only been a hometown contest, but she'd still won. And to Bill, who had seen dozens of pictures in the family album of Kim's changing face and figure, she looked better now than she ever had.

Bill, in common with most teenagers, was horny enough to fuck a hen and didn't know what to do about it. There were far too many older boys around who had cars, and too few attractive girls. Not that he would've cared about looks in the state he was in, but there wasn't even an ugly cunt for him to poke his cock into.

So Bill did a lot of fist-fucking and daydreaming. One of his favorite daydreams was of showing his really huge cock to his mother and having her drop to her knees to warship it. He knew it'd never happen, but it was the best dream he had.

He looked at Mary whenever she wore a bathing suit or a blouse that was either thin or partly unbuttoned, but she just wasn't as sexy as his mother. A lot of it had to do with her attitude, though. She just acted too prissy and nice to be sexy.

After drying her tears, Kim decided to have a nice soak in a warm tub. In her flustered, anxious state, she forgot she hadn't locked the door when she came into the bathroom.

About fifteen minutes later Bill woke up and trotted to the bathroom with a piss hard-on.

Without even looking toward the tub where Kim lay, half-asleep behind the drawn shower curtain, he pulled out his pecker and lifted the toilet seat. He stood there and admired his fat cock as a strong yellow stream hissed into the bowl.

Kim gradually opened her eyes, disturbed by the slight sound. Curious, she parted the curtains and peered out into the bathroom. Her eyes widened. Bill was just shaking off the last few drops of piss from his rose-colored cockhead, which was attached to the longest, fattest cock she'd ever seen! It was so massive it was almost frightening, and Kim found herself wondering who he could have inherited it from. Certainly not his father, for John's cock hadn't been much over six inches. This monster was at least eight or nine inches long, and thick!