Kevin Sellers - Eager horny cousin

It was all she could do to keep from licking her lips, aching to taste her son's jizz. She was behaving just as wickedly as her own children!

And the worst part was that she couldn't make herself stop. Her fingers clutched at that vibrant young cock, jerking on it in a fast rhythm that perfectly matched the rushes of steamy need sweeping through her.

Mark arched, his eyes widening and his down-fuzzed balls bobbling as his mom jerked him off.

"Uhh, ohhh shit…"

Normally he would never have used a word like 'shit' in front of her, but by this time they were both beyond the normal boundaries of a respectable mother-son relationship.

"This… this is one way to relax when you're all tensed, darling." Linda's voice came out much too husky, and she went on in a rush. "It feels good, doesn't it? And it's much better than doing awful things with your little sister, isn't it?"

"Yeah, oh yeah…" He gasped, twitching.

Linda gasped as well. Her pussy loomed just inches from his red engorged cocktip. Unmotherly gushes of cream drenched it, and she had to fight back an impulse to undulate forward, rubbing her thick cunt fur against that lush inflamed prick. She would have loved nothing better than to feel it sliding through her dewy cunt bush, its hugeness pushing into her hair and between her thighs and lodging against her pussy, forcing its way up into her and fucking – oh God fucking in and out! She wanted to fuck her son, and she wanted it bad!

Instead she pumped harder. When she spoke, her tone was hoarse.

"Don't hold back, baby. I want… I want to make you feel better, so you won't have to listen to Susan and her ideas anymore. Just… just let it come, darling. Let it come, oh honey, let it all come…"

They were both panting now. Mark twisted and moaned, his fingers digging into the soft pliant flesh of her waist in a kneading grip. His prick punched in and out of her fist with fast pistoning strokes, and his response was a cracked squeak.

"Oh Mom, I'm gonna – I'm gonna shoot! Faster, faster! Good, that's really good! Oh fucking shit, that's great! I'm gonna – uuunnnhhh!"

With that loud groan he spasmed. His cock lurched in her hand, and the first geyser of thick white cum spurted.

It arced in a long fountaining glob, making a syrupy trail in the red thatch of pussy curls that twitched before his prick. The first hot splatters struck her cunt, and Linda let out a gasp as she pumped frantically, eager for more.

"Ohhh, ohh fuck Mommm…"

The second spurt shot across her thighs in sticky ooze, and the third flooded across her plunging fingers.

Mark bucked, shuddering as she wrung every blast of jizz from his prick. He saw his cum threading across his mother's pussy thatch and rolling wetly down her thighs, and that only made his climax all the sweeter.

"Yeah! Yeah, ohhhh…" She kept pumping until he slumped, his prick emptied.

Then, reluctantly, she let it plop from her fingers. Forcing back a groan of her own, she tried to sound calm.

"There. That's… that's one way to relax. And from now on, instead of getting your sister to do the honors, I want you to come to me. Do – do you understand, darling?"

"Yeah." He nodded, his head bobbing weakly. "Yeah Mom, I will. I promise! I will!"

"Very well. Now go to bed, and get some rest. After relaxing like that, you could use some sleep."

She waited until he'd fallen into his bed in a heap, sighing gratefully. Then she flicked out the light and paused.

"Good night, dear. Sleep tight."

"Night, Mom." Mark's voice was soft and tired.

She slipped out quietly, shutting the door behind her.

The moment Linda was in the darkened hall, she instantly dove her fingers into the hot trickles of jism that seeped across her cunt and thighs.

"Ohh… oh God baby, baby…"

She leaned against the wall, cooing with pure delight as she rubbed her son's cum into her sopping cunt, feeling its rich velvety thickness plastering across her pussy in a sweet musky film.

Before she quite knew it, Linda had two fingers stuffed up her cunt and was shoving them in and out with wild gyrations, finger-fucking herself to a lather.

"Yesss… yes honey, fuck me! Fuck… fuck… oh fucking sweet baby yehhhhssss!"

She tremored in eruptions of bliss, plunging her cum-drenched fingers into her pussy as if they were Mark's big young prick. And as she careened to orgasm, Linda knew things would never be the same between her and Mark again.

She knew, because she intended to see to it.

"The thing about milking cows is to be firm but gentle." Dave's big shoulders moved as he talked, fingers working Old Bess' udders and milk spraying into the bucket at his feet in long streaming arcs. "If you're not relaxed, it makes her skittish – even cows can sense that sort of thing. And if Bess gets skittish, you get less milk from her."

"Oh, I see."

Susie leaned across his crouched form, watching his hands push-squeeze with determined intent. Morning sunshine filtered through the barn and beamed across her supple young figure, clad in skimpy halter top and short cut-offs. Her long blonde hair cascaded down, a strand of it curling across Dave's shoulder as he worked.

"Are you sure you want to learn this?" he asked, strangely uncomfortable under the voluptuous teenager's scrutiny. "I mean, wouldn't you rather be with your aunt and cousins in town right now having a good time instead of being here with me learning how to milk Bess?"

Aunt Linda had taken Pam and Mark on a shopping spree that morning, but on impulse Susie had pleaded to stay behind, to watch her uncle work. She bent forward, nudging a big ripe tit against his arm.

"That's okay Uncle Dave, I like to watch! Can I try it too?"

Very aware of that swollen tit pushing against his bare arm, practically spilling from her halter right into his face, Dave gave a polite cough and rose.

"Sure, go ahead and give it a try. That's the best way to learn, anyhow."

Under his watchful gaze Susie scooted onto the small stool and reached out, deftly catching two of Bess' flopping udders. She began to knead rhythmically, the way she'd seen her uncle do.

"Like this?"

Her hands pulled up and down, only no milk was coming out. She frowned, and darted a glance up as he laughed.

"Well, you've got the general idea down fine. Now be firm, let the old gal know what you're after. There you go."

A burst of warm white liquid squirted across Susie's bare leg, and she squealed. "Oh, I did it! Did you see that? I'm doing it!"

"Good girl." Dave grinned, amused by her exuberance. "Now if you'll just aim for the pail, we'll have Bess done up in no time."

Delighted, Susie attacked Old Bess with a fury. Milk splashed into the pail, and the cow's head turned as if to peer at the girl in wonder over what all the excitement was about.

Her tits bobbled in their sheer confines, and Dave found himself standing there staring at their creamy exposed cleavage with a gaze that just wouldn't tear away, no matter how he tried. Ever since Susie's arrival, he'd noticed the aura of youthful sensuality about the girl, but this was the first time he'd been alone with her long enough to catch the full effect.

His niece was sexy as hell, and she obviously knew it. Her big lush tits bounced in the halter as if aching to escape, and her taut little ass wiggled on the stool with small, tantalizing gyrations. Christ, he was getting turned on by a girl! And his own niece, yet!

As if suddenly aware of what he was thinking, Susie slowed her milking and looked up with a bright, glowing smile. "The bucket's almost full, Uncle Dave. Should I stop?"

"Uh, yeah." Dave's voice came out gritty and he rushed on. "Yeah, that ought to just about do it. Here, let me get that."