Don Scott: Mom gives her all

"Mmmmmmm!" Jayne moaned, exploring her brother's mouth as he impaled her with his awesome prick. She bounced on the bed as he thrashed his muscular, hulkish body against her.

When Miles bit her lower lip, she whimpered lustfully. In her mind, it wasn't Miles she was fucking, but her father. It was Tom whom she had driven to throwing her onto the bed, ripping her panties down, and shoving his entire cock into her fiery pussy with one thrust.

"Fuck me, lover!" Jayne mewled, squirming on the huge bed.

Miles pumped his gigantic prick in and out of Jayne's tight cunt. Slipping a hand between their bodies, he pressed his palm down on Jayne's tingling tit. Her nipple was hard, digging into his hand through the sheer material of her dress.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Jayne gasped as her brother plowed into her.

She turned her face aside, and his hot lips nibbled on her earlobe. Her clit was getting rubbed by his long, wet prick shaft as he fucked her relentlessly.

Jayne pulled Miles' body down on hers whenever he withdrew his prick from her pussy. She could already feel pussy juice welling up in her body.

The fantasy of fucking Tom was so intense that she was going to cum quickly.

"So tight!" Miles groaned in Jayne's ear as he sliced his throbbing, red-hot fuckmeat into her clutching cunt. He rubbed his hands over Jayne's tits. Her small, firm domes of tit flesh made his prick even harder.

The walls of Jayne's cunt contracted around Miles' rampaging cock, kneading it, massaging it, working the cum from his balls. He reamed her pussy again and again, slamming his hips down to impale her on his sizzling prick muscle.

The sucking sounds of his hard prick repeatedly ramming into her tight cunt filled the bedroom. The young lovers' ragged breathing seemed to echo off the walls. The springs of Jayne's bed squeaked noisily as she was pressed deeper and deeper into the mattress with'each downward plunge of Miles' hips.

"Arrrggghhhhhh!" Miles groaned as cum suddenly exploded out of his big balls. The cum jetted through his long cocktube, spitting from his throbbing cockhead.

When Jayne felt her pussy getting deluged with cream, the warmth and wetness of his cum sent her pussy juice streaming out in slick waves.

"Fuck meeeee!" she howled as her cunt tightened around his driving rod of red, fiery prick meat.

Fuck-cream, burst from Miles' balls, splattering against his sister's cuntwalls. He crushed his lips down on hers, shoving his tongue down her throat, as his balls jerked out their thick, heavy wad.

"We're home!" came a voice from the ground floor of the house. "Hey, where's our homecoming welcome!"

"Oh, fuck! Dad's home!" Jayne hissed, her big brown eyes wide with fear.

When Miles rolled off her lithe body, uncorking his prick from her cunt, Jayne grabbed her panties, and she slipped her shoe through the leg hole. She pulled the panties up her legs, tight against her pussy, and got off the bed. Looking at Miles' prick, she found it was still too hard for him to shove into his pants.

"I'll stall them as long as I can," Jayne said quickly. She bent down to kiss the spermy tip of her brother's cock. Flicking her tongue out, she tasted the delicious mixture of pussy juice and fuck-cream. "You'd better hurry though. I'm sure Dad is going to want to see you."

Jayne grabbed a tube of lipstick from her dresser, and she quickly applied a fresh, glimmering coat to her lips. She had worn the first coating off on Miles' cock when she took his huge prick into the moist, hungry, sucking recesses of her mouth.

Satisfied that, she didn't look too much like a young girl who had just fucked, though her cheeks were still rosy from the spine-tingling climax she had enjoyed, she ran downstairs to greet her father. She was smiling. Tom was just her father now, but she was certain that soon he'd be her lover.

Cathy greeted Miles, trying to be maternal, though she was only seven years his senior. They kissed lightly on the lips and smiled, but Cathy sensed that there was something dangerous going through his mind. She knew enough about the powerfully built young man to realize that although he was the silent type, that didn't mean he was stupid. It meant that he was thinking, thinking constantly, and that his thoughts were private.

Until he decided to play out his plots. "It's good to see you again," Jayne said in a friendly manner, kissing Cathy warmly on the cheek. The teenager couldn't help but notice her stepmother's wholesomeness, and the vast expanse of her tits. Though Jayne had a perfect model's body, she couldn't help but be a little envious of Cathy's curvaceous build. After all, there were a lot of guys around who liked big tits, and Jayne certainly wasn't gifted in that department.

"Well, darling, I think it's time we set up housekeeping," Tom said, his broad smile warming and comforting Cathy right down to her toes.

"You don't dress very sexy," Miles said as he stepped into the library, closing the door behind him.

Cathy looked up from her book. Her heart leaped when she saw Miles. The look in his eyes told her what she needed to know, and that information frightened her to the bone.

"I don't think it's your position to criticize how I dress," she said, mustering up some courage. "Why aren't you in bed?"

"Because you're not there with me." Miles stepped closer, careful to keep himself between Cathy and the door.

Looking at the clock on the wall, Cathy saw that it was nearly midnight. On the drive home, she had slept while Tom drove. He was exhausted, and he had gone to bed early, she was still wide awake.

Closing her book, Cathy dropped it to the floor and stood up. She was still dressed in her tweed pantsuit. Miles' comment bit deep into Cathy's ego. She intentionally dressed to hide her body. She had been doing that for a long time. But now, now that she was regularly getting her pussy stuffed with Tom's ten-inch prick, she did feel sexy. And, after all, she was wearing the slinky garter belt Tom had given her, wasn't she?

"Miles, I'm warning you, don't you come near me," Cathy said, squaring her shoulders to seem formidable. She was unaware that squaring her shoulders also made her big tits thrust out even more, stretching her white blouse to a point where the buttons threatened to pop off. "You did something terrible to me in the office, and I wasn't in much of a position to defend myself. But now I'm perfectly capable of causing such a ruckus that your father will be down here in a second."

Miles stepped to within five feet of Cathy and stopped. His eyes raked up and down her body. He liked what he saw, and his cock began to throb hotly between his legs.

"Miles, don't you dare try anything with me!"

Cathy's tone was hushed and urgent. She was losing confidence in herself. There was something about Miles' icy stare that unnerved her. All the years and hours she had spent reading books and getting her various college degrees weren't helping her a bit right then.

Cathy watched her stepson moving closer. He moved slowly, like a large tiger stalking his prey. And somehow, though she damned herself and tried to scream, she couldn't do anything to stop him. She couldn't even back away from him. There was something terrible in his eyes that frightened her into immobility.

When Miles was within arm's reach, he let his fingertips graze lightly over Cathy's nipple. He was pleased when he heard her sudden deep inhalation. Her tits swelled out as she inhaled deeply. Then, still lightly rubbing her nipple, he felt her tit tip getting hard.

"Damn you, get your hand off me," Cathy said. She admitted to herself that there was very little conviction in her words? "Miles, why are you torturing me like this? I've just married your father!"

Slowly, carefully, Miles took Cathy's glasses off. He folded the bows neatly, then set the glasses on the coffee table. His face was totally void of expression. If not for the growing lump in his pants, Cathy would have thought him a dead man.