Ray Todd - Vacation with mom

"Oh, sweet Jesus," she screamed, sinking her teeth into his shoulder. "Fuck, baby fuck!"

With every lunge of his magnificent prick, Linda could feel herself racing toward a traumatic climax.

"That's it, baby," she shrieked. "Don't stop, honey, I'm almost there! Please don't stop."

Joe could feel his ejaculation building up deep in his balls as he drove his cock faster and deeper into the scalding wetness of the beautiful woman's slippery cunt.

"Oh, Joe!" she shrieked with ecstasy. "Here I come, honey! Oh Christ, here it comes! Here it comes!"

Feeling his cock ready to explode, he began thrusting it in and out with fast, jerky strokes as he felt his jizz rushing up through the length of his quivering dick.

"Jesus Christ," Linda squealed as his white-hot cum gushed into her cunt. "I'm coming. I'M COMING! Oh, shit, I'MMM COMMMIIINNNGGG!"

With her arms and legs wrapped tightly around his spurting body, Linda felt she was soaring above the tallest pine trees as his belching cock continued shooting stream after stream of hot jizz into her convulsing fuck-hole.

"God, that was neat," she whispered a few minutes later as she snuggled up against his bare body.

"You're terrific," he smiled, looking into her warm, sultry eyes. "That was the greatest fuck I've ever had."

"Good," she giggled, lowering her head and slipping his wet limp prick into her mouth, "'cause you're gonna get a lot more tonight."

It was after midnight before Linda and Joe returned to the cabin.

"God," Joe whispered to Gary the next morning while Linda and Jill were preparing breakfast. "Did I have a time last night."

"With Linda?" Gary asked.

"Jesus, yes," he grinned. "That bitch is the honest piece of ass I've ever had."

"Shit," smiled Gary. "I'd like to stick my cock into her, too."

"Help yourself," his friend laughed. "She loves to fuck!"

"I wish I could get her alone," sighed Gary, looking over Joe's shoulder at her luscious ass.

"I've got an idea," Joe suggested. "I'll ask her to go fishing with me this morning, and that will leave you alone with her mother."

"Then what will I do?" asked Gary.

"You don't have to worry," the dark man laughed. "She'll probably rape you."

"I hope so."

"And you'd better eat a hearty breakfast," Joe laughed. "You'll need the strength."

Jill was very pleased a little later when Joe asked her if she'd like to go fishing with him for a while.

"Gee, yes," she smiled. "But I don't know anything about it."

"Don't worry," laughed Joe. "I have an extra rod and I'll teach you."

"Oh, that would be fun," the girl bubbled.

When Joe and Jill arrived by the stream, he tried to teach her how to cast, but after she'd caught the line in every branch and bush that was around, he decided to try something else.

"Let's try this," he smiled, handing her a short pole with a spinning reel. "It's a lot easier than a fly rod."

Turning over a large rock, Joe found a grub and attached it to her hook.

"Now let's see what you can do with this," the man grinned, leading her over by a deep, pool formed near a bend in the stream. "Just drop your line in here."

When her hook was in the water, Jill stood perfectly still, tightly holding the pole in both hands.

"Joe," she squealed a few moments later when the tip of her rod suddenly bent toward the water.

"I think I have a fish."

"You sure have," he grinned as her pole snapped back and forth like a whip. "Now slowly reel it in."

"Oh look," she shrieked, shaking with excitement when she saw the silvery flash as the fish broke water. "It's a real fish!"

"It sure is," laughed Joe, reaching for his net. "Just keep reeling, honey, and hold the tip of your pole up."

When the thrashing trout was about two feet from the bank, the man scooped it out with his net.

"That's a real beauty," he grinned, holding it up in the net so Jill could admire it. "It weighs over a pound."

"Gee, this is fun," Jill giggled.

"An empty hook never catches a fish," he laughed, turning over another rock in search of a grub.

When he'd rebaited the hook for Jill, the teen once more dropped her line into the water.

"Honey," Joe smiled, when the girl sat down on the bank, tightly clutching the pole in her hands, "I'm going to work along the stream with my fly rod. If you catch another fish, just yell and I'll come back and net it for you."

Jill felt a jolt of pussy juice boil out of her slit as she watched his broad muscular back. Joe was wearing nothing but cut-offs and there was something about his dark olive-colored skin that made the teen's twat itch with excitement. The sight of that thick mat of black hair on his bare chest as he held up her fish had really turned her on. Thinking about the man and speculating what his cock looked like, Jill was boiling with lust when he returned a few minutes later.

"Have you had a bite?" he asked, dropping down onto the cool grass where Jill was seated.

"Nope," she smiled at him.

"It takes patience," he sighed, lying back on the grass with his hands behind his head.

With the warm sun beating down on him, he closed his eyes, listening to the soothing sound of the rushing stream. He thought about Gary and Linda up in the cabin and wondered if they were getting it on.

Opening his eyes a few minutes later he was startled to see Jill's bare breasts thrusting up from her chest. Her firm tits jutted up and were capped by the biggest, hardest-looking nipples he'd ever seen. The big swollen areolas were bursting with excited goose bumps. The teen's perfect tits were the most erotic thing he'd ever seen.

"D'ya like my boobs?" she whispered when she saw that he was looking at them.

"What the hell are you doing?" he gasped. "Getting a suntan," she smiled.

"Put your halter on," he snapped, feeling his cock stirring.

"Why?" she giggled. "You're not wearing a shirt."

"That's different."

"Why?"

"Because I'm a man."

"Big deal," Jill laughed. "Haven't you ever seen boobs before?"

"Of course I have."

"Then what's all the fuss about," she giggled. "If you've seen one, you've seen 'em all."

Joe doubted that statement as he continued staring at the teen's fantastic tits. There was a saucy arrogant about them that really turned him on.

"I'll bet they're fucking," sighed Jill.

"Who?" Joe asked, startled at the girl's statement.

"Gary and my mother," she answered in a calm voice.

"Why do you say that?" asked the man, curious as to what the girl knew.

"Because Mom loves to fuck," she whispered, giving him a wicked little smile, "and so do I."

"How old are you, Jill?"

"Eighteen."

Joe just stared at the pretty teen, unable to believe what he was seeing and hearing.

"Please play with my tits?" the girl continued.

"No!"

"Can I play with your prick?" she suddenly asked.

"No, for Christ's sake," he growled. "Knock this shit off."

"Please," she whispered, quickly reaching over and cupping the big bulge in the front of his pants.

A wild excitement surged through Joe's body when her fingers made contact with his throbbing dick. He knew he should push bet hand away, but in his excited state, he didn't have the will to do it.

"Please," she whispered in a teasing voice. "Please let me jack you off."

The thought of her sweet hands milking his cock almost drove him crazy. After all, he couldn't knock the teen up by letting her give him a hand-job, and Christ, it would feel good.

When he felt her fingers lowering his zipper, Joe arched his ass up off the ground so she could pull his cut-offs down.

"My God," Jill gasped when his big cock sprang into view as she pulled his pants down around his ankles. The only dick she'd ever seen was Terry McGuire's and Joe's was twice the size of his.