David Crane: See the family come

Jimmy was trapped at the breakfast table, ashamed of his hard-on, not daring to stand up. He squirmed uncomfortably and beads of sweat dotted his brow. He was pretending to linger over breakfast, pouring more coffee and nibbling at a piece of toast – and wishing that his mother would stop leaning over the table that way. Her heavy tits were shamelessly exposed in her bodice, showing her deep, smooth cleavage damned near down to the fat nipples.

She was tormenting him!

But, of course – he supposed – she hadn't the faintest idea what she was accidentally doing. Surely his mom wouldn't play the cock-teaser with her own son.

Presently she stood up, moving towards the stove. Jimmy tensed, all set to make his escape as soon as her attention was elsewhere. Then she bent down, seemingly to pick up a stray crumb from the floor.

Her shortie nightgown drew up on her flanks and Jimmy gulped as he realized that she had just given him a flash of her hairy cunt, nestled under the firm globes of her ass.

The youth groaned helplessly. His balls were swollen it felt as if he were sitting on a basketball. His hard-on seemed to run right through his body, rooted in his asshole, transfixing his [missing text].

Her ass hiked up and her thighs parted as she stooped over, and Barbara grinned, imagining the effect she was having on the boy.

But then she took pity on him.

Knowing that he must be desperate to rush to his bedroom and empty his balls, she moved over to the sink and pretended to be occupied with doing the dishes.

She heard his chair scrape back as Jimmy got up from the table. She couldn't resist the impulse to glance at him from the corners of her eyes.

He was moving towards the door, walking awkwardly, almost thrown off balance by the burden of his hard-on and stepping like a bowlegged cowboy around his balls.

Barbara smiled, amused and delighted by the results of her flagrant exhibitionism. But then her lashes fluttered and she sighed.

In making her son so horny, the woman had also caused her own cunt to simmer and steam. She loved the thought that her lean, good looking son was going to beat his meat while he thought about her body.

But she was wishing that she could see him do it, too.

She didn't want to embarrass the boy, certainly. But could she manage to sneak a look into his room without having him become aware of her observations? The very idea of it was making her pant. Her nipples felt as if they were going to burn right through her sheer nightie, and her pussy was spilling cream down her inner thighs abundantly.

Barbara, to her credit, felt a bit ashamed of herself – but the chance of seeing her son jacking off was too good to pass up.

If he did catch her peeking, she could simply make light of it, assuring the youth that jacking off was only a normal and healthy pursuit for a teenaged boy. And if he didn't notice her attention, she might just have the pleasure of watching him cream off!

Enthusiastic about her plans, Barbara left the kitchen and went quietly up the stairs.

She wasn't going, to get the particular thrill she hoped for.

But she was about to get a whole lot more…

The door to her son's room was standing open as Barbara tiptoed down the hallway. That was strange, she thought – and not very promising, either.

If Jimmy was beating his meat in there, surely he would have closed the door. Still, maybe the boy was so desperate to get his rocks off that he hadn't even thought of privacy. Maybe so much blood had rushed into the building on his erection that he was light-headed and not thinking straight. She moved on hopefully and looked into his room.

To her disappointment, the room was empty.

Barbara stood in the doorway, considering. Had her son gone to take a cold shower instead of jacking off? She couldn't hear the shower running, though. She was puzzled.

But then she had a brilliant idea. She felt pretty sure that Jimmy, would have to relieve himself soon, no matter what had distracted him at the moment.

And what if she were to hide in his closet and wait for him to show up? It seemed an excellent plan. Excited anew, she crossed the bedroom and stepped into the closet.

It was the communal closet that connected Jimmy's room to his sister's, of course, and Barbara's plan to peek was about to bear fascinating fruit…

She drew the door partly closed behind her then noticed that the opposite door was standing ajar. She didn't want her daughter to happen to glance in and catch her spying on her son, so she moved through the closet, intending to pull the other door closed.

What she saw as she looked into Ginny's room caused the woman to gasp in surprise.

Her husband was standing by the dresser, his bathrobe open and his enormous prick exposed, standing like a stone pillar before his belly.

Barbara was shocked – and then she was delighted.

After all, she had gotten hot by flashing her body at their son, so how could she castigate her husband for having fantasies about their daughter?

Mike drew a pair of panties from the dresser. Barbara surmised that he intended to jerk himself off in their little girl's bikinis and saw, too, from the way his cock was glistening, that he had already shot at least one load of jism out recently.

She slowly and quietly sank down to her knees, eager to play the voyeur.

Watching her husband beat his meat wasn't nearly as exciting as it would have been to see her son jacking off, of course, but it was a kick. And the thrill was made more intense by the fact that he was going to spill his cum-load into their young daughter's sexy lingerie.

Settling down to a pleasant peeping, Barbara cupped a fat tit in one hand and her cunt in the other and waited to watch all the juicy details.

Then Ginny stepped out from the, other closet.

Holy fuck! Barbara thought.

Ginny's caught Mike in the act! What on earth is she going to think? What will she say? How will he explain it?

She expected the girl to be dismayed, shocked, and scandalized – to cry in outrage, maybe even to faint.

But then she realized that Ginny was smiling and that the sexy girl was stark naked, her nipples staiiding out and her cunt foaming heavily, lathering the insides of her thighs.

Barbara blinked – then she grinned.

She wasn't at all sure what was going to happen in that bedroom – but whatever it was, she was sure as hell going to watch it in fascination.

Mike, his back to Ginny, hadn't yet realized that his daughter was approaching him.

Holding his cock in one hand, he brought the panties up to his face, sniffing and then licking. He sighed as he inhaled her lingering fragrance.

"Do you like the taste of my pussy, Daddy?" the girl said, her voice all husky with emotion.

Mike jumped as if electrocuted. Blushing furiously, he spun around to confront her. His cock came around like the turret gun of a battleship, aiming at Ginny. Then he realized what he had done and abruptly turned his back to her again.

"Errrr – I-I was just – ahhhhh…" He was searching for some possible explanation. But he could think of no reasonable excuse.

Then he realized, too, that the girl must have all ready been watching when he jacked off the first time!

She was naked. And she was smiling. She had remained silent while he fucked her panties once already – and it dawned on the horny man that his little girl was anything but annoyed or shocked.

Bold as brass, she marched around and faced him, looking down at his hard-on and giggling. Mike's face had a haunted look of disbelief but his prick was looming up lewdly. Whatever reservations the man might have had, his prick was shameless.

"Ummmm, Daddy? Does my pussy excite you?" she purred, pushing her belly out and tilting her groin up so that he could see her open cunt slot bubbling.