Tom Allison - This daughter sucks

"Fuck me, fuck meeeee!" Hornily she began to finger fuck, humping more and more eagerly as she flexed her asshole around her uncle's prick and rolled her swollen cunt under her thumb. "Fuck me, fuck my ass good! Unngghh! I'm making it, Uncle Bill! Fuck my asshole! Cumming, I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!"

Her asshole contracted, sharply milking the turgid thickness of her uncle's cock. Kelly felt her pussy creaming as she came again and again, unable to stand the pleasure as she shook and shuddered and bucked.

Bill winced, feeling the pressure of her rubbery shit tube madly clutching his prick. He started fucking her ass harder than ever, guiding her through the exquisite peaks of her orgasm. Then he started cumming too, shooting off deep inside her throbbing ass.

"Ah, Kelly!"

It was just as big a load as the first had been. Repeatedly the white torrents of cum erupted from his swollen balls, blasting up her shit tunnel. Kelly groaned as she felt the milky spunk splattering the inner walls of her asshole. Sighing, she flexed her ass, making her asshole milk out every drop of his cum.

When it was over, her uncle's cock finally started to soften between her ass cheeks. Withdrawing, Bill rolled onto his back and stared dazedly up at the ceiling. Before he had a chance to rest, his niece was all over him, crouching at his hip as she lifted his wilted prick.

"I'm still horny, Uncle Bill!" Kelly panted. "Oh fuck, I just can't help myself!"

Whimpering, the horny girl opened her mouth. Her uncle's cock was coated with the grease and her shit juices, but she was too horny to care. She felt utterly depraved a slave to her own incestuous lust.

Bill watched in surprise as the big-titted teenager stuffed his rubbery, half-swollen cock into her mouth. Immediately Kelly clamped her lips around his prick, forming a tight hungry circle. Then she started sucking her uncle's cock, rolling her tongue slowly all over the prick knob.

"Oh fuck, Kelly!" Giving in, Bill rested his head on the sheets. "You're going to make my cock get stiff again!"

That was just what she wanted. Kelly's cheeks puckered as she sucked her uncle's cock as hard as she could, shutting her eyes as she devoted all of her energies to his prick. Soon her pussy started burning as she felt the big prick swelling with fresh blood deep down her throat.

She needed to get her cunt fucked again, and she needed to get it licked, and she wanted another fuck up the ass. Kelly didn't care about what was right or wrong anymore. She was so horny, horny all the time.

Standing in the kitchen, Marie's mother, Betty, looked guiltily through the doorway at her teenage son. Hank sat on the living room couch, a history book in front of him. But he was having a hard time concentrating on his homework.

Hard was the right word for it. Hank had on his gym shorts, and it quickly had become obvious to Betty that he wore no underwear. Protruding out of the crotch was a gigantic boner a huge, long, thick, pulsing shaft of flesh, clearly visible through the cotton, outlined so perfectly that Betty could see the shape of the knob even from the kitchen door.

"Oh, fuck," the brown-haired mother whispered. "Oh fuck, he's got a big one! Oh, fuck!"

She stared at his hard-on a moment longer, biting her lip as she watched her frustrated teenager try to push his prick down. Then she leaned against the kitchen wall and folded her hands across her crotch.

Betty was only thirty-six years old, four years younger than her husband Mitchell. She'd had three children, but their births had done nothing to spoil her figure. When she looked in the mirror, she was always pleased by the unlined, soft-cheeked, wide-eyed face she saw greeting her there.

Her hips had always been naturally wide, but they hadn't grown any wider after having children. Her waist was still slim, and her legs shapely, and her husband loved her full, firm ass.

One look at her chest told anyone where Kelly had inherited the size of her tits. Betty's breasts were enormous, even a little larger than her daughter's. Perfectly firm, the D-cup globes pushed out of the blouse Betty now wore, with deep cleavage visible between the buttons.

And if her appearance hadn't been spoiled by childbirth, neither had her appetite for sex.

And that was what her problem was. The horny mother was so frustrated she was jacking off all the time.

Mitchell had only fuck her once in the past week. Once, just once! Betty thought, grimacing with anger. She didn't know how regularly he'd begun fucking their daughter's pussy, so she had no reason for his sudden apathy. She didn't really care what the reason was. All she knew was that she had to get fucked.

Since puberty, Betty had been an extremely horny woman. She loved Mitchell very much, but the main reason she'd married him was that he was an exceptionally gifted fuck. Since their wedding night, the horny pair had fucked once a night without exception, and usually a lot more than that. Now the sudden absence of her hubby's familiar fucking prick was driving her mad with lust.

Betty turned her head and looked again through the kitchen door. In the living room, Hank was having an even harder time concentrating on the history text. He kept squirming, frowning as he pushed down his swollen cock. Betty's cheeks flushed with shame as she realized how hard she was looking at his prick.

For years she'd wanted to fuck her wonderful son, but her nightly fuck with Mitchell's tool had helped her to keep down her lust. Now she just couldn't control herself. I need to fuck him, Betty thought, watching her teenager squirm. I'm going to do it. I'm going to fuck my own boy.

She wore a heavy bra under the blouse, but now she went to the far corner of the kitchen to hurriedly take it off. Slipping the blouse back on again, the horny mother turned to study her reflection in the glass of the windows overlooking the back yard.

It wasn't a clear image, but it told her enough. The shirt looked innocent enough, but the enormous globes of her tits made the sheer fabric stretch. Her fat dark-red nipples were clearly visible. Her mammoth tits jiggled and swung with every breath she took.

Opening a cabinet, Betty stuffed the bra inside. Her pussy throbbed under her skirt as she opened the kitchen door and entered the living room to join her son. They were all alone in the house.

As soon as he saw his mother, Hank retrieved the history book and tried to pretend he'd been studying it intently. Then he did a double take as he saw the massive tit mounds swinging under the button shirt.

"M-Mom," he said. "I thought you were."

"The roast's in the oven," Betty said distractedly. "Put down that book for a moment, darling. There's something I have to talk to you about."

Obediently, Hank dropped the history book. Betty stood directly in front of him, and he was unable to tear his gaze off her huge, pendulous tits.

"Hank, I hope this doesn't embarrass you, but I have to say it," Betty began deliberately. "Look down at your shorts!"

Hank acted for a moment as if he hadn't heard her. Then he shot a quick glance at his crotch, and his cheeks flooded with shame.

Betty sighed. "Yes, that's what I'm talking about. Hank, you may be eighteen now, but you're living in a house with two growing teenage sisters. I simply can't have you sifting around with a huge hard-on jutting out of your shorts like that!"

Hank looked like he'd just swallowed a fly. Never in his life had he heard his mother speak about sex.

"I know you're at a special age," Betty went on, trying to sound weary. "But if you get a stiff cock like that, you're just going to have to go upstairs and relieve yourself. There's nothing wrong with masturbation. Or take it out on a girlfriend. Don't you have a girlfriend, Hank? A handsome boy like you?"