Harry Stevens - Hot horny sis

"No, it's not that," Gail said. "It's the matchbook. I found one of those too, from that same motel."

"Well, yeah, sure, Betty might've brought one home…"

"Not Betty," Gail said. "Her father. You don't suppose…"

"Aw, Aunt Gail, everybody goes to The Playpen to fuck," Barry cut in. "Just a coincidence if our mom and Uncle Scott are fooling around at the same motel."

But Gail clung to the notion. "I wonder."

"Well, what if it was true?" Matt asked. "What if our mom and Uncle Scott were fucking? Would that change anything for the rest of us?"

"Absolutely," Gail answered. "Don't you see? If those two are fucking too, then they're already on our side."

Matt was still wary, but Barry reacted with enthusiasm. "Right! If Mom and Uncle Scott are fucking each other, that means almost everybody in the family is fucking somebody else. 'Course our dad's probably still out of the groove, but what're you gonna do about an old fart like him?"

"Plenty. Your dad's no problem," Gail confidently chuckled. "I'm not your dad's big sister for nothing. I'll bet he still hasn't forgotten the times we played doctor when we were kids."

"What're you saying, Aunt Gail?" Matt asked. "That you'd fuck our dad – your own brother – just because our mom might be cheating with your husband?"

"Not just because," Gail said. "I'm talking about the frosting on the cake."

"Can't you dig it, asshole?" Barry said bluntly. "If Mom's really fucking Uncle Scott, then Aunt Gail gets Dad to fuck her and all the parents are in the bag. It's perfect!"

Now Barry turned to his father's sister.

"You just gotta do it, Aunt Gail. Fuck Dad!"

"Then it's up to you to follow up on this thing about your mom and my straying husband," Gail said. "And if that's what we hope it is, then we'll arrange some real fireworks. Maybe at the scene of the crime. The Playpen. Mirrors on the ceiling. Waterbeds. Closed circuit fuck movies. Ruthie and Betty there too, waiting in the wings. And, if we're lucky…"

"A Goddamned family orgy!" Barry cut in. "How's that grab you. Matt?"

Matt paused, then sighed. "It's crazy." He said, then grinned. "Just crazy enough paused to work!"

So it was settled Gail and her nephews discussed tactics the rest of the way to the city. By the time Matt and Barry were dropped off, a definite plan had taken shape.

"Oh, just wait until the girls hear this," Gail bubbled as she drove home. "They'll just flip."

However, when Gail entered the house a few minutes later, nobody seemed to be there. She was disappointed not to be able to share her news with Ruthie and Betty, of course, but she guessed they'd be back before long. After all, they had to be brimming with curiosity about Matt and Barry. And, meanwhile, Gail could use the time to soak in the tub and wash her nephews' cum out of her thoroughly fucked ass and pussy.

"Mmmm, I'm a mess," Gail sighed when she'd stripped. "My pussy and ass are so swollen and sore."

She reached down, rubbing her hand between her legs then tasting the teenaged jism on her sticky fingers. The special flavor got her horny all over again for young cock.

"Damn!" she giggled, "If there were any boys around I'd be fucking again right now!"

But, Gail guessed, she'd just have to settle for the fresh memory of her sucking, fucking afternoon with her nephews instead of fresh action. Before she bathed, though, she'd treat herself to one last look at her jizz-soaked pussy.

Sitting on the edge of the tub, Gail spread her legs and held a hand-mirror between than. And that's when she realized for the first time, that she was no longer alone in the home.

"She's in the john," Gail heard one of her twins whisper from the hallway.

Gail looked at the tub. She hadn't eve started the water running, so she couldn't hide her nudity under soapy water. Meanwhile, foot steps were padding toward the bathroom door and suddenly the door swung open. Gail reached for a towel but her hand was only halfway there when Carl and Len caught her stark naked.

"I-I was getting ready to take a bath," Gail stammered.

"Easy to see why," Carl replied, openly leering at the sticky sheen of stale cum surrounding her swollen pussy.

Len was even blunter. "Looks like you really got yourself fucked, Mom."

And, her heart temporarily stopping, she abruptly knew that somehow her sons knew about their cousins and her.

Carl confirmed this. "You let us down, Mom, putting out for Matt and Barry instead of your own sons. If you want young cock, you've got it right here at home. Take a look."

Carl and Len both unzipped their jeans and let them drop. Their rigid pricks twanged into the open like drawn weapons.

Gail was still stammering. "Wh-what do you want?"

"Just what's coming to us," Carl hissed.

"Matt and Barry aren't getting anything off you that we aren't," Len added.

The boys moved in on their mother. Gail had no place to go but into the bathtub. There, losing her balance on the slick surface, she helplessly sprawled.

"Don't fight it, Mom," Carl warned. "We mean business!"

He turned on the faucet on the left. Gail's crotch was directly under the gushing tap. The water rapidly started heating up. As it seared her cunt Gail tried to squirm away but Len held her in place as the temperature rose.

"That water will be scalding before you know it, Mom," Carl threatened. "Only one thing's gonna get us to turn it off, Mom."

"I'll do anything you say," Gail said desperately.

Carl turned off the hot water. Gail's crotch glowed like a boiled lobster, her reddened pussy lips opening and closing as if she were gasping for air between her scorched thighs.

Len snatched her up from the tub. He used a fistful of hair for the job. Then Gail was made to kneel on the floor before her, sans. Their cocks were poking in her face.

"Suck 'em, Mom," Carl commanded. "Suck both our pricks at the same time."

Gail obediently opened her mouth as wide as it would go. Wide enough to take two cockheads at once. Her cheeks bulged from the nasty burden and she sagged for breath, but it was a lot less uncomfortable than having her pussy scalded by hot water.

"Now play with our cockshafts, Mom," Carl ordered.

"Our balls and our assholes before you're through, too," Len added. "Make us both come in your mouth," Carl said.

Gail closed her eyes. It was easier for her to concentrate on the task at hand without having to look up into her sons' faces.

Her fingers wrapped around the shaft of each prick while she continued to suck the heads. They were thick, young hard-on, the kind Gail had so willingly put out for when she'd been with her nephews earlier today.

The next thing she knew she was rhythmically stroking them. The cocks pulsated in her sliding grip, just as their heads did in her sucking mouth. Their flavor had started seeping into her tastebuds, a salty flavor that began making her think about quenching her growing thirst.

"That's the way, Mom," Carl said. "Now squeeze our nuts."

Gail's hands dipped, instantly filling with her sons' balls. She thought she could almost hear and feel them squish with jizz.

"Won't be long now," Len panted.

"Same here," Carl said. "So let's get it done."

Gail didn't need to be told what they expected from her now. She knew to move her fingers from their churning nuts into the cracks of their asses. Find their assholes and probe deeply. Angle her finger-fucking thrusts to dig at the special male glands nestled within.

"That's it, Mom, pull our triggers!" Carl urged. "Make us shoot it!"

Gail jammed their assholes and their crotches bucked in her face. More of their two cocks than she'd have thought possible for her to swallow at the same time surged together in her mouth.

Then, with spurting impact, just a pair of cocks wasn't all Gail had to swallow. Suddenly she had a double-dose of jizz as well, as her sons came together in her mouth.