David Crane - Mom eyes the kids

Jimmy yelped and powered in even harder with the added stimulation of having his mom rimming out his asshole, rattling his sister's pelvis with frantic jolts.

Diana lowered her face to lick his balls some more, but as her tongue flashed over them she could feel that they were over inflated and ready to blow off.

Eager to watch him squirt into his sister, she shifted up beside their hips again, just as Jimmy started in on the crescendo strokes.

His cumbags surged and he began to hose her fuckhole plentifully.

As his fat prick stuffed in, he was forcing cunt cum and jizz out of her slot, giving their fascinated mother a chance to see what was pouring into her daughter's pussy from out of her son's cock.

Diana was dizzy with desire as she breathed in the heady fumes of melting cunt and creaming cock and the aroma of girl and boy cum combined.

It didn't last very long. Jimmy was so worked up from watching that although, he was pumping plenty of jism into Holly, it was all cumming out at once, ropes of juice and coils of cream spurting from his pisshole in a steady stream, as he sank in and as he pulled out.

He yanked her back by the hips, hauling her onto his cock, then held her ass steady as he dragged his prick back, gasping and groaning as his balls drained off.

Now, once again, his mother was happy that she had bided her time and still had the pleasure of a fuck – and a longer one – still ahead of her.

Jimmy wound down slowly and stopped humping.

Holly kept on shoving her cunt up and down on his cock for a while as she worked off the dregs of her own cumming. Then she dropped forward, belly down, and his slippery prick came pulling from her pussy.

It stuck straight out, then jolted on up and stood angled before his belly again, running with cream, like some gooey drink on a stick.

Holly's cunt was still wide open, flooding over with cum as thick as condensed milk.

Although she was really keen to get her cunt stuffed now, Diana just couldn't pass up that taste treat. As Holly lay face down, her mother swooped on her pussy from behind, cupping her mouth to the sodden slot and beginning to voraciously suck all the juice from her cunt.

Diana loved her daughter's cunt cum and cherished her son's spunk – and swallowing both of those nectars, blended into one creamy confection, was heavenly.

She gulped away in Holly's cunt until she had it all, then twisted around toward Jimmy. He was still kneeling, his cock jerking around before his loins, his balls filling up again, drop by precious drop.

Diana dropped her head down and took his rampant cock into her mouth. She nursed on the knob, then pushed on down, deep-throating him to the balls. She held his prick buried in her gullet, gulping and gagging, then pulled her mouth back up, inch by slow inch, sucking every blessed bit of the mingled cum juices from his cock.

When she pulled away, his prick was still glistening, but with saliva now, not a drop of cum lingering in the wake of her wanton mouth.

She swallowed slowly, ingesting the last mouthful mixed with saliva. Then she gently pushed Jimmy down onto the bed, face up, his cock towering tall.

It was time for the next step in the double seduction of her kids – time to break the ultimate taboo and make her son a motherfucker.

She threw a leg across, straddling him as she had before – but ready for more than just the tip of his cock now, wanting every inch followed by every foaming drop.

Holly twisted around to watch.

How happy they all were that Daddy had gone hunting.

Dan, too, was taking things one step at a time, but his steps were of the physical variety, as he moved warily through the autumnal forest.

He wasn't much of a hunter, Dan – no Orion, no Nimrod, no Daniel Boone. He didn't much want to shoot a helpless deer and he was scared shitless of bears.

But his boss had invited him and here he was, supposedly stalking prey or driving it towards Mr. and Mrs. Gordon as they lurked in ambush.

It had surprised him a little when the boss had brought his wife along. Marion Gordon hardly looked like the outdoorsy sort of lady. She was a redhead with bedroom eyes and big tits and had given Dan very flirtatious looks.

Having Marion with them had done nothing to diminish the pressure of the hard-on that he had fetched with him that morning, and still sported in his woolen hunting pants as he moved through the forest.

Dan was wondering if he should go into the bushes and jack himself off, so that he would feel more comfortable. He guessed it was safe enough, that it was unlikely that anyone would discover him.

He had just about made up his mind that a quick toss of the wrist was a good idea when a sudden noise in the undergrowth made him jump.

Sure as shit, it's a fucking bear! he thought. He jerked his gun up, forgetting that the safety catch was on – or even where it was and stepped back, visions of ravening bear jaws flashing in his mind.

The bushes shook. Silt, whatever it is, it must be big, Dan figured, starting to panic. Then the bushes parted.

It was big, all right – it was Marion Gordon and she had gigantic tits.

The sultry redhead smiled lasciviously at Dan as she moved across the clearing towards him. Her plaid flannel shirt was unbuttoned halfway down, showing the half moons of her tits and her deep cleavage and barely covering the swollen caps of her rosy nipples.

Her ass and hips were undulating in her tight trousers so that she seemed to glide towards him like a two-footed pendulum. She wasn't carrying a gun – but her lush body seemed weapon enough as she approached, slowly, seeming to be stalking him like some big, dangerous carnivore.

Dan gulped, and began to sweat, feeling trapped, snared by her charms, netted by her intentions.

Bold as brass, she walked right up to him.

"I was hoping that I'd run into you, Dan," she purred, placing a red-nailed hand to his cheek and tilting her red-lipped face up as if to be kissed.

Dan stammered. She was a gorgeous hunk of woman, to be sure, and Dan had a hard-on that desperately needed to be dipped into just such a lady – but she also happened to be the wife of his boss. He had hoped for promotion, not to lose his job for losing his head.

"I like hunters, Dan," she sighed. "I love big guns. And I couldn't help but notice the huge gun you've got hidden in your pants."

"Errr – ahhhhh…" he babbled.

"Hunters go deep in the bush – and shoot a lot – and eat what they shoot," she whispered.

She cocked her head and gave him a look of no uncertain intentions.

"But-but – your husband…" he croaked. "He's way over on the other side of the valley, Dan. He'll never know."

That wasn't true, as a matter of fact.

It was Dan that didn't know.

And he didn't know what to do, either, lusting for this fiery lady yet fearful of being caught in adultery. He took a step back – and bumped up against a tree. He stood there, feeling trapped and helpless.

But his meat rifle was still loaded – and there was no safety catch on his fly.

Marion edged up to him, her fat tits pressed to his chest, her gently rounded belly rolling on his loins. Her face turned up again and Dan kissed her on the lips, not knowing how to refuse or decline. At least, kissing her, he didn't have to think of anything to say.

With her lips locked on his, she reached down between them and began to open his pants. His prick charged out and lay heavy in her palm. She gave it a slow push-pull and Dan moaned, losing his fear as desire rushed in to fill the vacuum in his emotions.

Now that she had started playing with his prick, Dan had to fuck her, even if it meant getting fired.

He leaned back against the broad tree trunk as Marion knelt down before him to tug his trousers down, giving his cock and balls a wet kiss as she went past. He was heaving his hips up and down and bracing his back and shoulders against the trunk of the tree, shaking so hard that a few brightly colored leaves broke from the limbs and fluttered down around them in a gaudy, Technicolor display.