John Douglas - Stepmother Lover

He sank down onto one of the nearby chairs, sliding down until his knees were spread to disclose the outlined shaft of his big cock, swollen beneath his slacks, tenting them with its furious throbbing.

"Eat her pussy, Aunt Joyce," he said in a soft voice. "I've never watched two women make it. It should be very interesting."

Dorothy reached down and used both hands to turn the woman's face toward her waiting snatch, pulling her closer as she said, "Do it, Joyce. He means what he says. We don't have any choice."

Joyce's shoulders trembled, but she buried her mouth in the damp crevice, and Dorothy gave a little sigh as she felt the tongue re-enter her pussy. She moved her hips to increase the thrilling frictioning, and her fingers urged the blonde head even closer.

"Pretend he isn't here!" she murmured. "Oh, God! You're making it feel wonderful!"

From his chair, Ted gave a soft chuckle, curving one hand about his erection, cupping his big balls as he watched his aunt's head execute a little screwing motion that wormed her lips into the wet cunt, and heard the liquid sound of her avid feasting.

He lifted his eyes to meet his stepmother's slightly glazed stare.

Slowly, deliberately, he winked at her, seeing the woman's mouth tilt in a faint smile.

Then, the smile faded, and her mouth twisted in a grimace of ecstasy.

Dorothy body trembled and she worked her hips in short, quick circles that ground her pussy against Joyce's sucking mouth and flashing tongue. She groaned, her ass cheeks tensing with each powerful tremor of the climax that roared through her cunt.

Joyce's rapid swallowing matched the jerks of the redhead's voluptuous hips. The tart vaginal juice filled her mouth, seeping out to bathe her chin and throat before she could gulp it down, and she moaned her pleasure as she claimed the liquid honey with hungry suction, the slurping audible to the grinning boy who sat clutching his swollen crotch until Dorothy's quivering body relaxed.

Joyce climbed to her feet, her legs trembling, and Ted rose to hand her his pocket handkerchief to wipe her mouth and chin. He watched with interest as Dorothy wiggled her hips to pull her panties up about them, tugging the dress down and smoothing it into place.

Ted moved behind his aunt, pressing his engorged shaft against her delightfully curved buttocks, and wrapping his arms about her waist to heighten the pleasure of the contact. She made no attempt to move away, and he adjusted his hips to fit the hardness between her ass cheeks, moving his hands up to fondle the pliant globes of her breasts.

"You see how simple it is, Aunt Joyce?" he said gently, using his chin to push her blonde hair aside, and nibbling wetly at her right ear.

"Just do as you're told, and we'll be one big, happy family."

Still dabbing at her mouth with the handkerchief, Joyce shook her head.

"What will I do if Ralph finds out? It will kill him."

The hot stiffness jammed harder against her ass as Ted said, "That's really why I came in here. I want you to tell him that you're sleeping in my room tonight."

She stiffened in his arms, and Dorothy drew in a sharp breath of surprise. Ted's arms tightened, holding his prick in that warm crevice of trembling flesh.

"Before you tell me what he'll say," Ted warned, "let me remind you that he has just as much to lose as you do. He can throw away the chance of a lifetime by playing the jealous husband. Or he can make things easier for you and the kids by playing along."

Joyce's shoulders rose and fell. "How do you think he'd feel, Ted?" she demanded. "He'd be just down the hall from us, and he'd know exactly what we were doing. I've never been unfaithful to him. Not once."

Ted chuckled, pinching her nipples and making her ass jerk against the shaft of his cock. "How about what you were doing to Dorothy?"

"That was the first time!" she insisted. "Please, Ted. Think about how it will make him feel, lying there thinking about it."

"He won't have to do that," the youth explained in a deceptively soft voice. "He'll be right there in the bedroom with us."

"You devil!" It was Dorothy's hoarse exclamation, and it masked Joyce's gasp. "You wouldn't dare!"

Ted released his aunt, and stepped back, adjusting his slacks about the huge bulge of his prick. His eyes went from one to the other, insolent and assured.

"Let's all remember who owns this place," he said firmly. His gaze caught Joyce's frightened eyes and held them. "I don't give a damn what you tell him. Just bring him with you when you come to my bedroom at one o'clock."

He strode to the door, turning to watch the two women fall into a weeping embrace. His lip curled. "Don't forget, Aunt Joyce," he said quietly. "One o'clock." The closing of the door blocked out the sound of the women's sobbing.

Bathed, shaved, and completely naked, Ted lay on the big bed, his muscular body covered to the waist by a thin sheet, scanning the pages of a catalogue and casting occasional glances at the bedside clock.

Dinner had been a pleasant affair, with the three girls teasing Clyde about his inability to stay on the gentlest of the several horses the youngsters had tried.

Ralph had made several suggestions concerning the big farm, and Ted could tell from Joyce's worried look that she had not yet told her husband of her nephew's demands.

Dorothy, trying to make up for Joyce's silence, engaged Ralph in a heated discussion ranging from politics to religion, and Ted saw the man's eyes drift more than once to the revealing neckline that barely covered the tips of the redhead's lush tits.

Ted made no secret of his visual examination of his female cousins, and his cock became a throbbing bar of hot hardness beneath the table as he mentally stripped their nubile bodies and revealed the tasty breasts and the obviously virginal pussies.

Now, in the luxury of his bed, he waited for the soft knock he was certain would come. Joyce's weeping protest had convinced him that she would carry through with his plan. If she had ever intended to refuse, she would have done so immediately. Her indecision indicated her agreement.

"It isn't locked!" he called when the rapping finally came. He placed the catalogue on the table and leaned on one elbow, watching the doorknob turn and the door swing open.

Joyce entered the room, her movements quick and nervous beneath the sheer robe she had failed to close completely, its gaping folds giving Ted a glimpse of shadowed curves and warm flesh. She half-turned, urging the reluctant Ralph through the door, and closing it with an audible sigh.

Ralph's face was an angry mask, his eyes darting about the room, but refusing to meet Ted's amused grin. A well-worn dressing gown covered his body, knotted about his waist. His hands were buried in the pockets, moving restlessly.

"I do believe Uncle Ralph is angry," Ted said, his grin widening.

"What the devil did you expect?" Ralph exclaimed. "Joyce is my wife, not some common whore!"

"Of course she's no whore," Ted agreed. "She's a beautiful woman who happens to be my aunt."

"That makes it even worse!" Ralph argued, his big shoulders shaking win emotion. "It would be incest! I couldn't believe it when Joyce told me."

The boy's face hardened. "You'd better believe it, Uncle Ralph!" he said flatly. "Cooperate, and we'll all have a wonderful time." He halted the other's words with a warning finger. "You do want your family to have the best things of life?"

His shoulders slumped and Ralph shook his head. "It's not right! Joyce and I love each other."

"Excellent!" Ted smiled. "Then, you'll enjoy seeing her have a good time."

"Why don't you let him go back to the room, Ted?" Joyce's voice pleaded. "Don't make him suffer any more."