Tom Allison - The naughtiest daughter

For a full ten seconds Betty's lushly naked body flipped and humped jerkily in the chair, her pulsing pussy pumping fast and hard into Johnny's face as the spasms drained her body. Then the last force of her cum subsided within her, and she collapsed into the chair.

"Fuck me now, Johnny," she said. Staring at his throbbing tool, Betty spread her legs as wide apart as she could and lifted them over the armrests, putting her cunt slit in position for the invasion of his rock-hard cock. "Go ahead, Johnny, put your big cock in my pussy and work your rocks off in my hole! You can fuck me now. I know you want to. Go ahead and stick your dick in my cunt. Then you can fuck me hard!"

A broad grin spread across Johnny's face, and his big prick bounded stiffer and stiffer in mid-air. Rising from his kneeling position, he leaned over Betty's naked body and fit the bulbous knob of his cock into the flowering folds of her ripe cunt. Then he humped his lean asscheeks forward, easily sliding the length of his blue-veined meat completely up her pussy.

"Awwwww, Johnny, that feels so good!" Betty moaned. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she savored the sensations of having a man's big cock up her cunt hole. Whimpering, Betty pumped her asscheeks off the chair, pumping her pussy rhythmically into the stabbing length of her young lover's cock. "Fuck me, Johnny, fuck me now, fast and hard! Fuck me! That's right, that's right! Fuck meeee!"

Betty's juice-soaked fuck tunnel clung wetly to Johnny's cock, milking the cum from his swollen shaft. Johnny eagerly began to pump his aching tool in and out of the hairy lips of her cunt, his hairless asscheeks contracting rhythmically as he fucked her as hard as he could.

The tempo of Johnny's feverish fucking gradually increased, until the chair began to shake obscenely with the intensity of his humping. Betty wrapped her arms around his shoulders and clung need fully to him, bucking her pussy into his long stiff tool again and again. She knew she was thinking about Carl now. Johnny was such an attractive boy, and it made her ashamed to admit it, but she could never help thinking about her darling son. He was the only one she really wanted to fuck, Betty realized hotly. She wanted her son's big dick up her cunt as badly as she'd ever wanted anything in her life.

"Excuse me, Carl. Do you mind if I talk to you for a minute? If I'm not interrupting your school work?"

Carl dropped his textbook and turned lazily as he lay on his bed, looking up at his mother, as she stood in the open door of his room. A trembling shudder ran through Betty's cunt, and she had to force herself not to stare at the lump of her son's cock. Three days had passed since Johnny had last filled her pussy with the satisfying shaft of his dick, and tonight she was burning up with incestuous desire. Betty knew she could wait no longer to satisfy her wanton craving for her darling son.

"Well, I got a test tomorrow, but it's a dull book anyhow," Carl replied. He shoved the book off the bed and folded his hands behind his head, resting easily on the mattress. "What'd you want to talk to me about."

Words failed Betty, and she suddenly realized she had no clear plan for seducing her bay. How could she ask her own son to fuck her? Betty gulped and found herself staring at her son's lean, hard body, dressed only in a skimpy pair of athletic shorts. Her eyes focused on the bulge of his cock, studying the way his thick meat stretched the cotton fabric to the bursting point.

"Mom? Is something wrong?"

"Carl…" Betty shut the door behind her and bowed her head. Then something seemed to snap inside her, and the words burbled automatically from her lips. "Carl, tell me the truth: how long have you been having sex with your sister?"

Immediately Carl's face flushed as red as a beet, and he looked incapable of saying a word. Betty took the opportunity to cross the room and sit on the edge of her son's bed. She leaned forward, staring into his eyes and resting her hand maternally on his upper thigh.

"Tell me the truth, Carl. Don't lie to your mother, not now."

"How'd you find out?" Carl stammered weakly.

"Don't be evasive, darling," Betty answered. "It was pretty obvious. I could hear the two of you copulating from one end of the house to the other. Now just answer my question."

"About two weeks," Carl gulped.

"That's what I thought."

"Look, Mom… I can explain," Carl said huskily. The flush was still apparent in his cheeks, and his eyes were very wide; it was obvious that he was deeply ashamed. "I mean… well, I can't explain, but I promise, I'll never do it again. Lisa… it just happened. I know it's incest."

"Carl, did you hear me ask you to apologize for having intercourse with your sister?"

Carl gasped and looked at his mother in open shock. Betty leaned closer, her flimsy bathrobe parting to reveal several inches of her jiggling cleavage. At the same time her hand moved farther up his thigh, with in inch of the swelling shaft of her son's cock.

"I don't mind your screwing Lisa," Betty murmured softly. "In a way I think it's natural for a sister and brother to want to share the pleasures of balling. I just wanted to know why you did it."

"Jeez, Mom," Carl stammered. "I… you know."

"Is it the incest factor that's appealing to you, Son?" Betty continued brazenly. "Does screwing a member of your own family make you horny? Is that it? Would you like to have sex with me, too?"

Carl gasped and stared wildly back at his mother, incapable of speech or anything else. Betty lowered her eyes and stared openly at her son's dick, looking for the answer to her question. She found it. His long, thick cock was as stiff as apiece of pipe, standing up in a throbbing hard bulge through the fabric of his shorts.

"Look at your cock, Carl. You've got an incredible hard-on," Betty said softly. She lifted her hand to the aching stiffness of his prick and squeezed it hard, making it jump in her hand. "You do want to fuck me, don't you? Don't lie to your mother… I can tell the truth, just by your hard dick!"

"Oh, Mom… oh, God, oh, Jesus Christ! Mom, I… I don't know, Mom… oh, fucking Christ!"

Carl continued to babble senselessly, his huge cock swelling stiffer and stiffer in his shorts. Betty could wait no longer. Her pussy was wet under her bathrobe; she couldn't wait to suck her boy's big rod and gulp down his cum. Moving swiftly, the horny mother grabbed the hem of Carl's shorts and stripped that from his body, leaving him as naked as the day he emerged from her womb.

"Oh, Mom! Jesus Christ! Jesus fucking Christ!"

"You've, got a beautiful prick, Carl," Betty whispered hotly. She wrapped her fingers around the hard pink flesh of his cock and squeezed it hungrily, making the meat, of his throbbing tool throb with blood in her hand. "It's so big and hard. I'll bet you're very popular with the girls at school, aren't you? I don't blame Lisa for fucking you."

Betty gently began to stroke the loose flesh of her son's raging hard-on up and down, shamelessly jerking him off with his fingers. Carl grimaced and let his head fall back into the bed. Then his hips began to grind on the mattress, pumping his burning meat into his mother.

"You'd like me to suck you off now, wouldn't you, Son?" Betty murmured. Her hand jerked his iron-hard tool faster and harder. "Go ahead, darling. Tell me the truth. You'd like your mother to suck your big cock, wouldn't you?"

"S-s-s-suck it," Carl grunted. "Oh, Mom, oh fuck… yes, yes, suck my cock. Suck it, Mom! Hard, hard, suck it hard!"

Her son's request was all the encouragement Betty needed. Brushing her thick brown hair out of her eyes, she leaned forward and pursed her lips wetly around the mushroom-shaped crown of Carl's throbbing dick. Immediately a thick drop of cum appeared at his knob's slit, revealing the degree of the boy's intense excitement.