Ray Todd - Vacation with mom

"Not at all," answered the redhead in an excited voice, still unable to remove her eyes from the softness of Linda's bare thighs beneath the short dress. "And please call me Sylvia."

"It was sure scary in that storm," smiled Jill, taking an immediate liking to the beautiful woman with the big hard titties.

"I'll bet it was," Sylvia beamed at the girl, thinking how delicious the girl's twat might taste. "And I'll bet you haven't had anything to eat."

"No, we haven't," the girl admitted.

"Then let me fix you something," Sylvia suggested.

"Please don't go to any trouble," said Linda.

"It isn't any trouble at all."

"May I help you?" asked Linda.

"No thanks," Sylvia smiled. "But you can come out in the kitchen and keep me company while I'm preparing it."

Unable to control herself, Sylvia let her fingers trail lightly across Linda's wiggling little bum as they walked out of the room.

"She's sure pretty," grinned Jill, sitting down on the couch with Mr. Barlow.

"So are you," he beamed at the cute teen.

"Thank you."

His cock began to lurch beneath his robe as he stared at the soft, downy hairs that glistened against the gleaming flesh of her tanned bare legs. The sweet freshness of the girl was very exciting to the lecherous man.

"I'll bet you have lots of boyfriends," he grinned at her.

"Sure," she giggled. "Plenty."

"Do they kiss you."

"Sometimes," she admitted.

"Do you like boys to kiss you?"

"Sure."

"Why?"

"It feels neat," she giggled.

"Do boys ever touch your body?"

"Do you like it when they touch your body?" he asked, putting his arm around the girl and playfully drawing her up closer to him.

"Sometimes," she admitted.

"Has a boy ever touched you like this?" he whispered excitedly as he placed his trembling hand on her smooth upper thigh.

"Sure," she giggled. "It feels neat."

When his hand made no further move up her leg, Jill slightly parted her thighs, hoping he'd play with her pussy. His fingers unconsciously dropped into the warm gap between her slightly opened legs. The warmth and softness of her naked flesh sent a wild flame raging through his groin. Unable to control his wild lust any further, he began inching his fingers up toward the hot dampness of her smoldering slit.

"Ooooooooh, Mr. Barlow," she giggled, wanting to encourage him. "You want to play with my pussy."

Shocked and pleased with the teen's naughty remark, he inched his fingers further up between her legs.

He hadn't dreamed the girl wasn't wearing panties until his probing fingers touched the slippery softness of the girl's hot, wet slit.

"Oh, Mr. Barlow," she sobbed, taking his hand and pushing his finger deeper into her eager cunt. "That feels so good."

"Jill," he whispered. "Will you sleep with me tonight?"

"Sure," she panted, writhing her hot wet pussy up against the palm of his hand. "If you want me to."

"We'll all sleep in one big bed," he explained, plunging his finger in and out of her tight, sucking fuck-hole. "Would you like that?"

"Sure. It sounds neat."

"Would your mother like it?"

"Shit, yes," she giggled. "Mom loves to fuck."

He couldn't believe his good fortune. It must have been providence that had delivered this beautiful mother and daughter to his doorstep tonight.

Crazed with lust, he was writhing all over the girl, kissing her lips, her eyes, her neck as his finger plunged in and out of the squishy hotness of her slippery twat. Lurching over her, the front of his silk robe opened and his stiff cock sprang out into full view.

"Oh, you naughty man," Jill giggled, wrapping her soft fingers around his big throbbing dick. "You've got a fucking hard-on."

While he continued thrusting his slippery wet finger in and out of her scalding-hot pussy, Jill began sliding his foreskin up and down over his big purple cock-head.

"Oh God," he moaned, the entire length of his stiff prick tingling with ecstasy. "Jesus Christ, that feels good, honey."

"So do you," she squealed as they both frantically hand-fucked each other.

Jill almost let out a scream when his finger contacted her excited clitty.

"That's it, Mr. Barlow!" she squealed with rapture. "That's it, honey! Oh, it's so good! SO FUCKIN' GOOD!"

They were rolling all over the couch as their hands and fingers worked at a feverish pace on each other's lust-inflamed genitals. His finger was plunging frantically into her frothy pussy as her lightly clenched fist flew up and down over his lurching dong.

"Oh, Mr. Barlow," she shrieked, pumping harder and faster on his bursting prick. "I'm coming!"

As she was being swallowed by her intense orgasm, she was only vaguely aware of the torrent of jizz that was spewing out of his cock-head, splattering all over his chest, face and silk gown.

"God, you're a mess," she giggled a few minutes later as she surveyed the man. His dressing robe was drenched, and a thick rivulet was running down his face to join the wet, sticky pools on his chest and stomach.

"You'll have to excuse me," he grinned sheepishly. "I'd better go upstairs to shower and change."

When he'd been gone a few minutes, Jill was surprised to see a thin, pale young man slowly walking down the stairs in a pair of undershorts. From the huge bulge, she could easily see that the boy had a throbbing hard-on.

"Hi," she smiled when he dropped wearily onto the couch by her.

"Hi," he answered in a listless voice. "Who are you?" asked Jill, curious as to who the strange young man was.

"Lance," he answered. "I'm Sylvia's brother."

"What are you doing alone upstairs?" she asked. "Waiting for her."

"Why?"

"She was supposed to come back so I could fuck her," he yawned.

"Do you fuck your sister?" she asked in surprise.

"Sure," he sighed. "All the time."

"You've sure got a hard-on," Jill giggled, looking down at the unbelievably big bulge in his shorts.

"I know," he answered, looking at her through dull, watery eyes. "I have to keep it hard for Sylvia."

"Why?"

"'Cause she likes my cock."

"I didn't know that girls let their brothers screw them," she said.

"Sylvia does," he yawned, wearily resting his head on the back of the couch. "She lets me live with them and pays me money so I'll be around whenever she feels like fuckin'."

"How often do you screw her?" she asked, completely amazed at what the frail boy was telling her.

"Five or six times a day," he answered. "Sometimes more when Travis is too tired to do his share."

"Do you like to fuck?"

"Sure," he grinned. "But sometimes I get awful tired."

"Does Travis mind that you ball his wife?" she asked.

"Shit no," he smiled. "He's glad to have me around. No one man could handle her."

"Is all this screwing wearing your cock down?" she questioned.

"I don't think so."

"May I see it?"

"If you want to," he grinned, dropping his shorts down around his ankles.

Jill practically jumped off the couch with shock when his gargantuan cock sprang into full view. It was as big around as her forearm and almost as long. His big shiny cock-head looked the size of a billiard ball.

"Holy shit," the teen gasped as she stared wide-eyed at the monstrous dick. "I can't believe it."

Jill couldn't imagine how that big, cruel-looking tool could ever fit into any woman's cunt.

"May I touch it?" she asked, tentatively reaching out for it.

"Sure," he grinned. "But don't jack me off Sylvia gets pissed if I waste any jizz."

Dropping to her knees in front of him, Jill found it impossible to even partly wrap her fingers around the girth of his massive prick-shaft. Excited cunt juices began dripping out of her pink slit when she started skimming his thick rubbery foreskin up and down over his big, lurching cock-head.