Donna Allen - Their horny new mom

The boy got to his feet. His knees shook and his arms hung limply at his sides. He gazed down at her, breathing through his mouth while his stepmother pulled his shorts and jeans down to his feet.

"Step out of these," she said and the boy picked his feet up and let her tug his clothes off.

"I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks?" she teased, pursing her lips and bring them close to his cock-tip.

He grinned. "Why don't you find out?"

"You're getting pretty bold, young man," she smiled, licking her lips and gazing up at him through heavily lidded eyes.

She held his cockroot in her hand and beat the tip of his cock back so she could fit it into her mouth. She pressed her hungry lips around the flared rim of his knob and the boy groaned and tangled his fingers in her hair.

"It's delicious," she mumbled, rubbing her moist lips up and down his blue-veined shaft.

"I can't believe this is happening," he said. She flicked her tongue over his cock-tip and licked up the juice oozing out. "It's no dream, if that's what you mean," she said. "It's really happening, honey, and if you don't believe it I'll pinch you."

She pinched his cockhead and the boy moaned. She wrapped her fingers around his cockshaft and began pumping it. She sucked his cockhead into her mouth while she frigged him. Her fingers streaked up and down, from the flared rim under his knob to his balls.

The boy held onto her ears. Marilyn released his dick and it snapped up against his belly. She smiled up at him, showing him the drops of spunk nestled inside her tongue.

She held his balls and returned her lips to his cockhead. She suctioned the tip and coaxed a few more drops of jizz out of his knob. She lifted his nuts in her hand and dragged her fingernails over the delicate eggs.

"Will you suck me off?" he said. "Do you want me to?"

"Shit, yeah, I sure do."

"Can you get hard again?"

"Yeah, I do it all the time."

He looked so eager, Marilyn melted. His eyes pleaded and he loosened his grip on her ears. "I was planning on going to bed together," she said. "You haven't even seen me naked yet."

"You mean you're gonna let me see you?" She giggled. "How did you think we were going to get into bed? Fully dressed?"

"I guess I never really thought about it. Oh, Jesus, you're jerking me off! Oh, Jesus Christ!"

He clenched his teeth when she pumped his prick. He swayed back and forth and she took his cockhead back into her mouth. If it was true that he could get hard again, she had no compunction about sucking him off. She loved the taste of jism and was curious to know if a boy Steve's age tasted different from a grown man.

Not that she'd had that much experience sucking off grown men. Paul didn't let hero it often. When he agreed to let her suck him, most of the time he made her get a towel and he shot off in the towel.

Now her pussy lubricated as she sucked Steve's dick halfway down her throat. She wanted the boy's cock in her gash, but it was a turn-on just thinking about how it would feel. She wondered if he was experienced enough to give her a good reaming. Boys his age usually didn't know much. But she could teach him. That was the nice thing about being the authority figure. He would listen to her.

She took his cock all the way into her throat, until his cockhead tickled her windpipe. She held onto his balls and worked her tongue over his stiff, excited pole.

At intervals she took him into first one cheek and then the other and then back into her throat. She knew he'd never had a blowjob this good. Girls his age were usually reluctant to do more than lick a boy's cock. Briefly.

Somewhere in the back of her mind was the memory of when she first sucked a boy's dick. She'd been just a little girl and she and the boy had climbed into the back seat of his car. Her father had found them that way and she'd gotten the spanking of her life.

She sucked gluttonously on Steve's prick turned on by the memory of the spanking. Her father had taken her over his lap and pulled her panties down. He had used his hand on her bare butt and had left the imprint of his fingers.

For years she repressed the rest. But after a dozen blows, she had climaxed. Her father fondled her pussy for a long time and gave her another orgasm. After that he told her to go to her room and they never discussed it again.

The memory so excited her that she bit down hard on Steve's cock-root.

"I'm coming!" he gasped.

His balls exploded and a howl of passion escaped his throat. Marilyn sucked hungrily on his prick and thought about how good her father's fingers had felt on her cunt so many years ago.

Denise lay in bed one morning, unable to bring herself to get up. She felt guilty about seducing her nephew, but hornier than ever. The time she spent with Mark only made her more aware of how frustrated she was.

The boy had avoided her afterward and they never discussed it. She found herself gazing at Steve with longing, but forced herself to forget the possibility of taking the boy to bed. Mark was older. Steve was still a baby in her mind. It wasn't right.

She tossed and turned in the bed and picked up the receiver to dial her office. For the second time in two weeks she lied, telling the girl who answered that she was ill.

If they fired her, she didn't care. Maybe I'll quit, she thought. Maybe I'll never get out of this bed. I can stay here and let that bitch Marilyn bring me my meals in bed. No, she can cook and Paul can bring my food here.

She giggled nastily out loud at the thought of her hated sister-in-law slaving way in an office all day and then coming home and cooking her meals.

Serves her right, she thought. She married Paul, thinking she was going to get a free ride. Thank God he doesn't believe in coddling his wives. Well, I got rid of one; I'll get rid of another.

At that moment she admitted to herself that she had driven Paul's first wife away. Paul never suspected, but she'd criticized the woman and constantly told her she was a terrible mother. The young wife finally ran off and Denise had Paul and the boys to herself.

Until Marilyn arrived. She pulled the blanket over her head.

Denise was sure it wasn't Paul's idea.

Paul was a sensible man. No, it had to be Marilyn with her big breasts and vulgar shape. A good woman wasn't built the way Marilyn was built. A good woman didn't have such round hips and such curvy ass cheeks. She beat her fists against the pillow and sat up on the bed. She was faced with an entire day and nothing to do. She'd go mad if she continued like this. The itch between her legs was driving her crazy.

"No, I won't do it!" she hissed to herself. "I won't masturbate today! I can't go on like this!"

Bursting into tears, she lay down again and drew the coven over her head. She couldn't resist stroking the furry folds of her cunt. Her nightgown was bunched up around her waist and her thighs were hot with desire. She rubbed the palm of her hand over her pubic mound and thrashed her legs.

Her heart began pounding and her pussy gushed juice. She climbed out of bed and without putting on a robe went down the hall to the bathroom.

She closed the door, but didn't lock it.

No one was home anyway. She sat down on the toilet and touched herself while she peed. The flaps of her overheated gash quivered at the touch of her fingers.

She peed a long, early morning flow while she toyed with her erected cunt. She was flooded with emotion. Guilt and anger and frustration. She desperately wanted a man to fuck her and suck her pussy, and not just any man. She wanted her brother.

After she admitted, it, she felt better. She wanted Paul to fuck her. Was it so wrong to be attracted to her own brother? Wasn't it natural? Throughout history people had been attracted to their siblings. Roman emperors had fucked their sisters. Why couldn't Paul?