Laura Quincy - Hot for sis

Amy rocked gently beneath him, crooning almost mindlessly in the throes of her fuck lust. Her hips pushed forward as she tried to take in more of his prick. Alan obliged her, fucking his prick all the way into her fuckhole.

Her pussy was as warm and tight as if he were her first fuck, and again that almost intangible sense of innocence clouded his senses.

She clawed at the cheeks of his ass while he fucked into her cunt deeply. His cum-bloated balls banged against her with each clean deep stroke of his prick.

Squealing happily, she trembled as he fucked faster and faster, flexing his prick to fill her needy little cunt over and over.

"Fuck me good, stud… feed me that big cock of yours until I can't take anymore."

Over and over, Alan fucked the total length of his thick prick into her, churning cunt, grinding his crotch against her savagely. Her heated pliant cunt flesh closed around his pumping prick, milking his cock.

Soft mewling sounds rose from deep in her throat as she strained to meet his pounding fuck-thrusts. Alan angled his hips and fucked her with fierce friction.

"Oooooohhhhh, your cock feels so good… so good and hard and deep," she moaned, nuzzling his stubble-shadowed jaw with her open mouth.

She gave a gasp of blazing pleasure and screwed her pussy tighter to his pounding prick. Her body jerked, started twitching.

Powerful, long strokes of his raging hot cock spurred her on. With a growling moan, she began to climax uncontrollably. In seconds he joined her, releasing his own pent-up passion. Hot wet jets of cum splattered into her spasming pussy, filling her totally and wonderfully.

Their voices mingled in hoarse moans of bliss. Finally he collapsed across her, his sigh of contentment matching her own.

Her cunt still twitched, the milking cunt muscles closing around his softening prick. The sweet heat of orgasm made a warm spreading flush across her tits.

She relished the heavy pressure of his body over hers, and the warmth of the sun blazing in from the living room windows.

"Your fucking makes me feel so good," she crooned, sliding her hand over his muscular sweat-slickened back. "But we'd better get up and dressed… Brian could come home at any moment, you know."

Not long after Alan had left for a meeting the next evening, Brian sauntered into the bedroom where Amy was straightening up things.

Amy smiled at him then gave a mock grimace of disgust at the condition of his room.

She indicated a discarded plate she'd uncovered under the bed. "It's a wonder there's not some kind of nasty fungus growing in here," she told the teen. "Doesn't your mom ever clean up in here?"

Brian gave her a sly look. "Mom doesn't do a lot of things you do around here."

She flashed him a glance. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He shrugged sullenly. "Nothing."

But she knew.

Because Alan had talked of it that morning. Talked… then asked her to do something. For him, for Brian.

Now Amy realized that Alan had been correct. Brian was a horny teenager.

She could make that happen. Alan wanted her to fuck the teen.

When he'd talked to her that morning, about how he thought Brian was getting too randy for his own good, she hadn't realized where the conversation had been leading. Not at first.

"For years I had no idea of what fucking was all about, what really turned a girl on, how I could make it better for both of us," Alan had said earnestly. "I don't want the same for Brian."

He'd looked at her, kissed her, held her.

"Teach him for me, Amy. Show him how great fucking is. Show him how to please all the girls he'll have."

He'd felt Brian had to realize they were fucking. He was a smart teen and be would pick up on the signals soon, if he hadn't already.

Amy hadn't bothered to hide the lusty thrill she'd felt at the idea of teaching the teenager about fucking. Alan had grinned then, knowing she would do what he wanted her to.

So Alan had conveniently made himself scarce this evening, leaving the way wide open for her to give his son the lesson of his life.

Amy turned to the teen with an impish grin, dropping the dust cloth.

"I've had enough of cleaning," she laughed. "What I'm in the mood for is a nice hot bath."

She didn't add that a bath wasn't the only she was in the mood for. Brian would find that out for himself before very long!

As she started out of the room she called over her shoulder: "Why don't you come with me? You can sit on the bed and talk to me while I take my bath."

"Huh? Oh, yeah… I mean, okay." He padded after her like an eager puppy, his eyes glued to the seductive sway of her ass.

As she went toward her bedroom, Amy unbuttoned her blouse. When they entered the room she waved Brian toward the bed and walked across to the bathroom, slipping out her top and letting it fall to the floor.

The startled intake, of breath told her the teen had taken in the brief glimpse of her full naked tits as she stepped into the bathroom. Leaving the door open, Amy ran the bath and added fragrant crystals, then stripped and got in.

With the door open, she knew Brian could easily see all he wanted to. The thick silence told her he was doing just that.

After relaxing in the sudsy hot water, she picked up a fat round sponge, smiling to herself wickedly.

"Brian? Would you please come wash my back?" she called out throatily.

There was a moment of stillness, then she heard him scurrying across the bedroom. He stopped short at the doorway, staring at the lush swell of her tits bobbing in the steamy water, and the suds-clouded mystery of all that lay below.

She looked back at him, smiling slightly. Her voice was soft and warm, as she handed him the sponge.

"Here you go. Now, make sure you get it all."

She leaned forward, the sleek expanse of her back exposed.

Brian nearly fell over his own feet in his haste to get to her. Gulping audibly, he knelt beside the tub, vainly trying to hide the rampant cock-bulge straining at the crotch of his jeans. His hands shook as he soaped up the sponge.

Amy diplomatically ignored the youth's nervousness.

Brian slid the soapy sponge up and down her back with slow lingering movements, wanting the unexpected treat to last as long as possible.

Amy hid a smile, knowing the teen still had no idea of where it all was leading.

"Mmmmmm, that really feels nice," she murmured huskily. "You have a good strong touch, Brian."

"Jeez… uh, thanks," he gulped.

As he swiped the sponge across her back he let it work farther to each side, brushing just at the edges of her partially submerged tits.

Just getting that close to actually touching his sexy aunt's tits got him hornier than hell.

His throat closed dryly and his confined cock throbbed almost painfully.

Amy was enjoying herself hugely. The teen's lusty eagerness was turning her on. She grinned, turned to look at him over her shoulder.

"That's good enough, Brian." She hesitated deliberately. "What would you say to joining me in here?"

Brian dropped the sponge from his suddenly numb fingers. His wide-eyed gaze met hers.

Lowering her voice to a husky whisper that held all the sensual promise in the world, she said: "I mean it, Brian. C'mon, get out of your clothes and join me. It's what I want that and a whole lot more."

The teen couldn't believe it, but it was true. True! Amy wanted him just as he'd fantasized.

In record time he was out of his clothes, but he hesitated as he hooked his thumbs into his cock-straining briefs, feeling a youthful flush of shyness.

Amy stared at his cock-bulge, with slitted eyes, licked her lips.

"Let me see," she urged throatily. "Looks good so far, honey… let me see."