John Douglas - Stepmother Lover

"No way," the youth said bluntly. "He stays right here." He pointed to a big chair that faced the bed. "Pull your robe off, Uncle Ralph, and sit down. That's all you have to do. Just sit there and watch."

The man's body tensed, his lips quivering. His eyes darted to Joyce's face, and she gave him an encouraging nod.

"Do as he says, darling," she murmured. "Please!"

His look became a glare as he rasped, "You seem awfully anxious to do this!"

His wife's eyes showed the hurt, but her voice remained calm. "I'm doing it for all of us, Ralph," she reminded him. "Let's think about the children instead of ourselves."

"What are they going to think when they find out that their mother is …?"

"Don't say it, Ralph!" she warned. "Just do as he says, and it will all be over in a few minutes."

The man's fingers fumbled with the sash of his robe, and the garment was shrugged off, falling to the floor as he sank down onto the chair, his face red with embarrassment as Ted's eyes examined the flaccid cock that dangled against his left thigh.

"Not bad Uncle Ralph," the boy murmured. "I'll bet Aunt Joyce really goes after that thing when it's hard."

The man shifted his hips in the chair, bringing his knees together and covering his crotch with both hands. His hairy chest and neck turned a deep red, and his eyes stared at the floor near his wife's bare feet.

"OK, Aunt Joyce," Ted grinned. "We'll pretend he isn't there. Take your robe off, and come here."

He patted the bed suggestively and Ralph gave a low groan of suppressed anger and jealousy as his wife shrugged the garment from her lush body.

Ted gave a soft whistle of admiration, his gaze roaming up and down her inviting curves.

Joyce felt her nipples stiffen as the lad's hot stare drifted over the firm mounds of her big breasts, and a thrilling tingle jarred her cunt when he shifted his eyes to that mass of blonde curls.

She had always been proud of her body, managing to avoid the sagging and stretching which usually accompanied the years of marriage and the birth of three children. Her buttocks were still tight and her thighs firm and perfectly rounded, while her calves possessed that youthful curve men found so attractive.

Now as Ted beckoned to her from the bed, she felt desire shudder through her belly, dampening the lips of her pussy and glazing her eyes with its irresistible lust. She moved toward the half-covered body of her sister's only son, her legs trembling and her tits swaying, engorged tips that hungered for his hot kisses.

"Pull the sheet back," the youth said in a tight voice.

Joyce leaned over the bed, her big breasts rolling against her rib cage. Her fingers plucked at the sheet, tugging it down to the foot of the bed, her eyes widening and her mouth opening in surprise.

"Good God!" It was Ralph's exclamation. The man stared at Ted's rearing prick with a mixture of envy and disbelief. Thick and long, the cock reached up from his hairy crotch like a gnarled limb, the blue veins pulsating along its strutted length.

Joyce licked her lips, fear and desire battling for supremacy in her anxious eyes. It was easily the largest cock she had ever seen, and at least two inches longer than Ralph's organ. The thought of its swollen length sliding up into her pussy sent a hot shiver through that delicate channel, and she felt a hot wetness as her juices lathered the vaginal walls in anticipation.

She had realized that her nephew was well equipped from that pressing hardness during their previous kiss. But she had not expected anything like the nine-inch column that arched its purple head in quivering readiness.

Ted scooted his body to one side of the bed, patting the space beside him. "Right here, Aunt Joyce," he said quietly. "Just lie down and spread those gorgeous legs."

Another groan sounded from the chair as Joyce lowered her body to the bed, stretching out on her back and angling the sleek beauty of her thighs. The blonde silk parted to expose the wet slit of her cunt, the labial folds glistening in the bedroom light.

Lazily, Ted pushed himself onto his knees, climbing between the woman's spread legs, bracing himself with one hand on her right breast, the fingers kneading the resilient mound and tweaking the swollen nipple.

His prick hovered above the splayed lips of her inviting pussy. He turned amused eyes to the angry man.

"One more thing, Uncle Ralph," he said with a grin. "Tell me to do it.

You see, we both want to make sure you approve of this."

The man's hands gripped the arms of the chair, his hairy chest heaving with emotion. "Haven't you done enough?" he groaned. "Do you have to drag us all the way down?"

Ted wrapped his free hand about the shaft of his cock, dropping his hips enough to permit the huge knob to touch the wet jaws of Joyce's cunt. He rubbed it back and forth though the deep furrow, seeing the woman's eyes close and her lower lip fold back between her teeth at the caress.

"Just two words, Uncle Ralph," he urged. "That isn't much to ask in exchange for all I'm giving you."

"Say it, Ralph!" Joyce groaned. Her hips trembled as the hot cockhead massaged the distended bud of her clitoris, then slid teasingly against the fluttering lips of her cunt. "For God's sake! Say it!"

Ralph's hand pushed upward along his quivering jaw to run his fingers through his brown hair. He sucked in a deep breath and his teeth clenched with effort.

"Fuck her!" he grated, saliva spraying with the violence of the exclamation. His face twisted in agony.

Joyce tried to stifle her gasp as Ted centered the meaty glans and began boring into her cunt, stretching her labia into a tight circle of nerve-laced tissue and rubbing it with the thick shaft that followed the head into her straining vagina.

The youth's chest descended upon her tits, hairs grinding against the sensitive nipples, and he forced his prick deeper into the slowly yielding corridor of quivering femininity. His hands cupped her face, making her look into his eyes as he entered her, reading the helpless response that flickered behind the half-closed lids.

"Your wife has a tight cunt, Uncle Ralph," Ted murmured. "You're a very lucky man."

"Damn you!" was the almost inaudible retort. Ralph Porter wanted to tear his gaze away from that slowly disappearing cock. But it held his eyes like a magnet as he watched it vanish into Joyce's hairy cunt.

"You're hurting her!"

Deliberately, Ted fed another inch into the shuddering sheath before asking, "Am I hurting you, Aunt Joyce?"

Her head tried to wag a denial, but his hands held it captive. Her voice was strained as she gasped, "No!"

Grinning down into her contorted face, Ted demanded, "Tell him it feels good! Tell him you love having your pussy full of hard meat! Tell him!"

Her tongue flicked wildly across the parted lips, and her ass began a grinding response to the stretching and filling of her vaginal corridor. She felt his balls bump gently against her anal cleft and her legs drew up, thighs clamping his hips, then flashing higher to encircle his arched waist. Her arms went around his torso, fingers clutching at his broad back.

"Don't make me talk, Ted!" she hissed at him. "Just fuck me!"

A savage thrust slammed the swollen head of his cock against her womb, and his pelvic arch bumped her blonde triangle in complete hilting. She cried out at the delightful sensation of having her pussy filled to capacity for the first time in her life, and her ass wiggled excitedly as he began a rhythmic stroking through the spasming channel of slippery flesh.

Ralph Porter stared at the writhing body of his wife, seeing Ted's big cock slide in and out of the juicy opening between her thighs. He heard her whimpers as the prick speared her, again and again, and he recognized the sounds of pleasure he had heard so often.