Harry Stevens - Horny mom and daughter

Diane Devlin couldn't believe her eyes. In fact, she pinched herself on the chance she was having a nightmare.

But the image that had her gasping would not go away. It was real, all right.

Diane tried to turn away, but she could not move. Along with her shock, a strange sort of fascination had her in its grip. Although the sight before her made her sick, she couldn't stop watching.

"Beth," Diane whispered her daughter's name under her breath. "I don't believe it's you."

Diane still thought of her daughter as a little girl, even though Beth was now a young woman. To see her "little girl" behaving like a hot-blooded woman blew Diane's mind.

Beth was naked and spread-eagled on the living room sofa. Someone was eating her cunt.

Diane tried to place the boy who was sucking on her daughter's cunt, but it was impossible. His face was hidden, buried in the dark curls of Beth's hairy crotch.

"Tongue me," Beth moaned, scorching her mother's eavesdropping ears. "Wiggle your tongue around in my pussy and make me come."

The boy started to slurp. When his tongue stabbed to the heart of her cunt, Beth squirmed on the sofa.

"It's happening!" she groaned in ecstasy. "I'm coming! Can you taste my juice in your mouth?"

"Mmmmmmm," the boy answered, smacking his lips from the sweet taste of pussy.

As her daughter climaxed from having her cunt eaten, Diane experienced a fresh emotion. Envy.

It had been so long since she had had her pussy eaten that Diane couldn't remember when it had happened last. That was the way it went when you were married to a man like Tom Devlin who thought a woman's crotch was smelly and disgusting.

"Don't stop now!" Beth cried from the sofa, her thighs shaking. "I'm coming so hard! It feels sooo good when you suck my cunt."

"But I wanna fuck you," the boy moaned with a mouthful of wet twat.

"Than do it quick," Beth panted. "Get your cock in my cunt before I stop coming."

When the boy pulled his face from her daughter's pussy, Diane recognized his red hair and freckles immediately. It was Rusty Miller, the newspaper boy.

Rusty was at least a year younger than Beth, just a kid in Diane's eyes. Until now!

For the first time, Diane noticed Rusty's cock. It was almost twice the size of her husband's. A long, white, thick prick, rippling with blue veins. Diane had never sucked nor been fucked by a hard-on so huge… so beautiful…

Diane found herself sighing. Her cunt itched maddeningly.

When Diane reached down to scratch her tingling crotch, she was startled by the squishing response from between her legs. Her pussy was soaking wet.

Rusty and Beth were fucking now. His big cock was moving back and forth in her cunt and she was moaning with orgasm. Diane could see and hear it all.

"Fuck me, fuck me," Beth urged. "Your prick feels so hard in my pussy. Like steel."

"Play with my balls," Rusty said. "You know how much I like to have my nuts squeezed while I'm fucking you."

"I'll do better than that," Beth answered.

She stuck a finger up Rusty's asshole, making his ass-cheeks jump in the air from the sudden probe.

"Ooooh," Rusty groaned, "That hits the spot."

Her presence continuing unnoticed, Diane didn't know what to think. It had never occurred to her to stick her finger up her husband's ass while they were fucking. Tom wouldn't have stood for it, anyway. He liked his fucking straight and simple.

"Put another finger up my butt," Rusty told Beth. "Really ream me out. I'll shoot twice as much cum in your cunt."

"Don't get ahead of yourself, stud," Beth replied as she added the extra finger in Rusty's asshole. "I want your jizz in my face this time."

"You don't have long to wait," Rusty grunted. "My balls are on fire."

Beth wriggled her ass in response, scissoring her long legs around Rusty's waist. As his face reddened, Rusty grabbed hold of Beth's large tits as if they were handles and jack-hammered his cock to the depths of her cunt.

"I can't hold it any longer!" Rusty yelled. "I'm gonna come."

"Then pull out!" Beth shrieked. "Shoot your hot cum all over me!"

Yanking his stiff prick from her pussy, Rusty aimed his cock-tip at Beth's face. As the jizz spurted, Beth wagged her head, taking the milky cum from ear to ear.

"Oh, God, that's beautiful," Diane heard herself whispering as she gazed at her daughter's glistening face.

Now Diane realized that her hand was clenched between her thighs. Digging through the material of her skirt, she was fingering her cunt. She could feel hot juice oozing through the crotch of her panties and trickling down her thighs.

She had never been so horny in her life. She could not deny it.

"God, I want it," Diane hissed. "I want to fuck so bad."

There was a click in her head. Something snapped.

All of a sudden, Diane slipped out from the shadows of the dining room where she had been hiding. She ran into the kitchen and then ducked out of the back door through which she had originally entered the house. It was only when she was standing under the clothesline that Diane realized the reason for what she had done.

She had a plan. It hadn't been consciously developed. It was just there. And Diane felt forced to act upon it as soon as possible.

She went to the garage and got into the car, releasing the emergency brake so it would roll silently don the driveway. It was only when the rear wheels were on the street that Diane turned on the engine. Then she gunned it, making as much racket as possible, while she noisily re-entered the garage.

Leaving the motor running, Diane bolted from the car and left the garage for the back yard. The high fence around the Devlin property was covered with shrubbery except for one spot. If somebody wanted to climb it in a hurry, this was where they'd go over. Diane went to a tree near the bare spot on the fence and waited, hidden by a low-hanging limb.

Just as Diane anticipated, Rusty abruptly appeared on the back porch, panic etched on his face as he hurriedly stuffed his cock into his jeans.

"Hurry up!" Diane could hear Beth's frightened voice from the kitchen. "If Mom catches me fucking with you, the shit will really hit the fan. She thinks I'm still cherry."

"I thought you said your mother was gonna be gone all afternoon," Rusty panted as he buttoned up his jeans.

"You know how unpredictable parents are," Beth answered with exasperation. "Now get moving. Mom's right out in the garage. I can hear her car running. I'll be lucky to get under the shower before she comes inside."

Rusty shrugged his shoulders, looked back into the kitchen at Beth one last time, and then started running. As he sprinted toward the fence, the screen door slammed and Beth scurried through the house so she could lock herself in the bathroom before it was too late. Diane just waited.

Rusty was dangling from the top of the fence when Diane made her move. Coming out from hiding she grabbed his ankles and started pulling him down. When he landed between the tree and the fence, concealed from plain sight, Diane pounced on him like a cat.

"Oh, Jesus," Rusty croaked when he saw who was on top of him. "Mrs. D-Devlin."

"I suppose you can explain everything," Diane said sarcastically.

Rusty shook his head, believing that anything he said would get him in trouble.

"You've been fucking my daughter," Diane came right to the point as she pinned Rusty's shoulders beneath her knees. "Go ahead, tell the truth. If you're man enough to fuck her, you're man enough to admit it."

"Yes," the boy gasped.

"Yes, what?" Diane snapped, putting her hands to his throat. "I want to hear you say it."

"Yes," Rusty choked. "I fucked her. I fucked Beth."