Ken Preston: Loving mother

Bunny moved with the speed of a jungle cat leaping on its prey. She mounted Don and reached down to push his hard cock-head against her tight pussy-entrance.

"Fuck me, Don," she hissed. "I want you to fuck me. I know how. Believe me. I'll show you."

Her tight cunt gripped his slick cock like a velvet fist. She stroked his prick, rising and falling on him like she'd been fucking for ten years!

His flailing arms knocked the empty wine bottle over and sent it spinning into the long grass. His hands reached for her waist, trying to slow her down a little.

"Easy, Bunny. My cock is so damn sensitive! You are so fucking tight I'm gonna go off too darn soon!"

If she heard him, she gave no sign. Her hips snapped and whipped his hard cock in and out of her juicy cunt-hole. She pressed down on his hip bones, lifting herself and peering down to see him going up into her pussy-hole.

Don looked around like a man lost in a fog. He saw Ann down on her hands and knees, her face in Bob's lap, sucking his hard cock! Her mouth took him all in. Every inch. His cock slid in and out, bottoming in her throat when she lurched forward from the force of Rick fucking her cunt from behind.

Bob spread his legs, reaching down to grip his cock and hold it up stiffly for his mother to suck on his flaming-red cock-tip. He looked at Rick's strained expression. The kid was ready to blow his wad! He humped his mother's cunt, bending over her, driving balls deep into her drenched pussy!

The pace was too fast. For all of them. They were too hot to fuck so fast without coming, no matter how much they wanted to hold off!

Bob shot his hot load in Ann's mouth. She spluttered, his cum dripping down her chin. Rick's cock swelled and abruptly poured his boiling hot cum into her cunt. Don clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, but there was no holding back. Bunny felt her cunt erupt. She sat down on him. How fantastic it was to feel a man coming in her! She'd get him back up again. She knew it. She had the erotic self-confidence of the young. She was going to make him screw her until her pussy smoked with its heat!

Bunny got off him, her hand reaching for another bottle of wine. Rick took it out of her hand and damn near finished the rest of it, Bob rummaged around in the picnic basket and found a full bottle. Their stomachs were empty. They were all half out of their minds with sex-lust. The party got rougher by the minute.

Ann lurched to her feet. She took two steps off the blanket and hunkered down. She held her cuntlips open and drunkenly watched a strong stream of piss shoot out of her. She stood up, trying to help Don stand steady while he pointed his cock up and arched a yellow stream up into the air.

"Hey, let's go mess around the creek. It's not that cold," Bob called out. He led the drunken naked bunch through the trees to the rippling stream.

They splashed and hollered like insane teenagers. All of them! The cold water had no sobering effect at all. Not with four bottles of wine in their empty stomachs!

Ann found a place where the creek parted to flow around a little sandbar. It was warm and dry. She pushed Bunny down on the white sand and fell on her cunt. The kid's legs waved in the air while her mother ate her pussy. Don and Rick and Bob stood knee-deep in the rushing water, jacking off while they watched Ann eating her daughter's pussy.

"You guys are really hung," Don told them admiringly. "Just like your old man. I used to watch him fucking Ann, but you two do a hell of a lot better job. Honest."

The teens grinned at him stroking their cocks, stoned out of their minds.

"I can come again – before you do, buster," Bob teased his brother.

"Bullshit, man! I can be quick on the trigger when I want to. Stand back, damnit. Give a man room to beat his meat!"

Both the brothers dug their toes into the sandy creek-bottom, bending over and jacking off furiously.

"Amateurs," Don rasped. "Watch a man show you how it's done…"

The three weaved and stumbled around in the rushing water. Rick began using two hands.

"Hey! Play fair, you jerk-off!" Bob told him. "One hand. One hand, that's all. And you better hurry. I'm almost ready!"

Ann lifted her wet mouth up off Bunny's quivering pussy and stared, disbelieving what her bleary eyes showed her. The males were going nutty! They were jacking-off! With two unsatisfied cunts right within easy reach!

"Hey. Hey, lemme have one of those cocks," she called out. "Or lemme help. Who's not ready to blow-off yet?"

Don hiccuped and raised his hand. "Back off, woman. This is for men only. And I'm gonna win. Just-just you-watch me!"

Bunny was so damn drunk she could hardly stand. She got to her feet, clutching her mother for support.

"Let's show 'em how it's supposed to be done, Mom. Put your finger up your cunt. Like this, see? We'll start late and still win the jacking-off race. Come on!"

"This is insane," Ann grinned. But her hand slid between her wet legs. She stood with her feet wide apart. Her eyes tried to focus on Bunny's fuzz-covered cunt. The girl's fingers were flying in and out of her cunt.

"Hey, now! Hey! Look at that. I win!" Rick hollered. His rigid cock jetted a quick stream of white cum up in the air and down into the creek.

"Second. Shit, so I'll be second," Bob grinned. His fist flew up and down his rock-hard shaft.

"Look out. Stand back," Don yelled. His red prick erupted a wild blast of cum.

"Fuck it," Bob muttered. "You don't get a fuckin' award for being a fast jerk-off, you guys. So I lost. But I win. I get to keep on screwing!"

Ann whipped her finger out of her pink cunthole and sprawled out on the sandbar.

"Give it to me, honey." Her arms reached up for him. He fell on her and rammed his sore cock into her wet pussy-hole. They rolled around in the sand, screwing like there was no tomorrow.

"You… you're all drunk. That's what you are. I'm glad I can hold my wine," Bunny announced.

Then she lay down beside her mother and quietly went to sleep. The picnic had been a smashing success. In more ways than one!

Bob woke up the next morning with two throbbing heads. One was on top of his spine. The other on top of his cock.

"Oh, shit! Too much fucking wine," he groaned out loud. "My first hangover. It's the shits!"

He looked down at his other aching head. His first thought, when his eyes opened, was about the picnic-orgy in the woods. If only he could tell his buddies in the barracks about it, when he got back to the school after his leave. His hard-on demanded jacking-off. He closed his eyes and relived every stroke of his cock in the soft pussy slit had been into. His cock shot off after just a few hard strokes.

Coming helped. But not enough, he had a problem. If he didn't go back to the school with a for real fucking encounter that he could talk about, the guys would call him a queer. A whole fuckin' leave, man, and you didn't bang a single chick? He could hear than jeering him. But he wasn't about to tell them he screwed his sister. And his own mother!

Bob stood under the cold shower until he couldn't stand it any longer. He dressed in his best shirt and slacks, and fired up his rented motorbike. It purred smoothly, taking him down the streets to Arnold's Coffee Shop. He had to pick up a chick and bang her. No way was he going back to school without a notch in his gun that he could brag openly about.

Over coffee that he really didn't want, he looked around the hangout for a likely prospect to get his hard cock into. After a semester away, in military school, the faces in the shop had changed.

Shit! It was hopeless. No! Wait. The redhead in the corner, by the juice box. He took his coffee and boldly walked over to her table. "Aren't you Ginger? Ginger Callahan?"