David Crane - The wild west family

Now she wanted more.

She sprawled out on top of the covers and spread her legs. Her cunt was still gaping open, as if molded to the outline of Peter's cock. Cunt-cum and jizz dribbled from her slot, lathering her groin.

She began to play with her pussy.

She wasn't trying to cream off, she was imply keeping her cunt on the simmer as she waited for her husband to come back to bed on this memorable Sunday morning.

And as she fondled her fuck-hole, Marianna was enjoying some very naughty fantasies.

She was thinking about her teenaged son.

Marianna had the grace to feel a bit sheepish about having the hots for young Jack, but she couldn't help herself. The thought of incest was thrilling.

She pushed her fingers up her cunt, then pushed them into her mouth. She finger-fucked herself with one hand and sucked the other, then switched.

She thought about sucking her son's prick and about having him fuck her cunt and, getting carried away, she even had some fevered thoughts about sucking Bunny's pussy.

She hoped that Peter would get back to bed soon. She was getting really worked up and if he didn't come and service her she was going to have to frig herself to the creamy climax, cumming on a self-caress – and cumming on her fantasies.

And if Peter did get there, Marianna knew that while he fucked her, she was going to be making believe that he was their son.

And so, as fate would have it, Peter returned to ball his wife, pretending she was Bunny – and his wife welcomed him, pretending he was Jack…

Peter walked in with his hard-on looming up – and grinned when he saw Marianna playing with her cunt.

She gave him a bewitching smile.

"I'm glad to see you," she said.

"So it seems," he replied, kneeling beside her, his huge hard-on casting an elongated shadow over her belly. She drew her hand out of her crotch and arched sinuously.

Peter wanted to fuck her fast – so that he could sneak downstairs in time to watch Jack and Bunny coupling in the ultimate incest.

But not too fast.

Having just seen his son shoot in his daughter's eager mouth, Peter was in the mood for a little cock-sucking as a prelude to the pussy-stuffing. He wanted to shove his prick in his wife's lovely face – and pretend that he was in his daughter's sensual mouth.

He threw a knee across and straddled her, his ass resting on her tits and his prick jutting out over her face. Marianna smiled. She had never refused him a blow-job yet – and today she was looking forward to a mouthful of her husband's succulent cock – as she thought about, her son's stalk.

Peter shoved his meat rig out.

Marianna craned her neck up and took his prick willingly into her lips.

He began to fuck her face vigorously, thinking about how Bunny had sucked her brother's prick and greedily gulped down his hot, thick spunk.

Marianna whimpered on a mouthful of smoking hot cock-meat, wishing that it were her son's cock plunging into her motherly maw, about to feed her his sweet teenaged juice.

Peter thought about Bunny looking through the keyhole earlier – and wished that the girl were watching them at this very moment. She had performed for his secret audience – now Peter wanted to put on a show for her.

He rammed his cock down Marianna's throat.

A few globs of pre-cum bubbled from his piss-hole. Marianna wondered if her son's slime would taste the same as his father's delicious fuck-juice.

His ass bouncing off Marianna's upthrust tits, Peter fucked her face frantically. His balls rolled up to her lips as he drove her head back into the pillow.

Marianna expected him to cum in her mouth. But then he pulled his prick out and began to slide down her arched body. His balls dragged over her tits, then down her sleek belly. They rested in the curly vet of her raven-dark cuntbush for a moment, his cock angled up like a spear stuck into her groin.

It would have been lovely to shoot his wad down her throat, of course. Peter always enjoyed cumming on a blow-job and he knew that his wife loved to drink the stuff – as, he now knew, his daughter also did.

But after Marianna had swallowed a load of spunk, she invariably expected to get her cunt fucked – or, failing that, to have Peter return the oral favor by going down on her and sucking her off, in turn.

Normally that was a pleasing prospect.

But today the circumstances were unique.

Peter didn't want to spend the time to fuck her mouth and her cunt both, nice as both prospects were, because he was eager to spy on the kids again.

The only thing to do was to throw a savage screwing into Marianna's cunt and cream her off at the same time that he spilled his own spunk out, leaving her satisfied – so that he could sneak downstairs to spy some more.

He dipped down, and his cock slithered through her bushy vee and into her cunt. He worked the knob around in her pussy, then inched it up her fuck-hole.

He was thinking of his daughter's teenaged cunt.

Marianna jammed her hips down to meet him, wondering vaguely why he hadn't cum in her mouth – and still making believe that it was Jack mounted on her.

Peter began grinding in ferociously, stuffing her creamy cunt to the core. She closed her eyes, moaning, imagining that that frantic fucking was being shoveled up her pussy by her horny son – just as Peter was pretending he was fucking the ass off their delectable daughter.

Marianna arched up sinuously, heaving her shapely ass up from the bed. Peter groaned. Remembering how Jack had buggered Bunny's ass, the man was sorely tempted to pull his cock out of Marianna's cunt-hole and whip it up her shit-chute. But he fought against the urge. If he shot up her ass, it would be the same thing as if he'd cum in her mouth – Marianna would still expect a cunt-fucking or sucking as the culmination of the creamy coupling – and that would further delay him on his way to play the voyeur.

He pounded in like a battering ram, shaking her pelvis, rattling her hipbones. His balls felt as heavy as sandbags as they bit her upthrust ass.

Gripping her under her ass, he held her bridged under him and began to run his prick in at an angle, so that every inch of his pulsating stalk was rubbing across her tingling clit as he sank in and pulled out.

It worked as he expected.

With his meat massaging her clit and stuffing her cunt-hole on every stroke, Marianna began to dissolve. Her cunt turned to thick cum cream.

His cock sank in as if he were sticking it in a paste pot.

"Cumming!" she gasped.

Peter had been holding back, waiting for her. Now he let himself go. His cumbags blew and his lust lava erupted into her loins in a volcanic explosion. Peter emptied his balls through his meat tube and Marianna melted in a wild orgasm. And as they shared a simultaneous cunning, each held secret thoughts.

Behind her closed eyelids, Marianna imagined it was her son shooting up her cunt, as Peter trembled with a fantasy of creaming his daughter's pussy.

She lay back, reined and smiling.

Soon, Peter tiptoed from the room…

His prick was swinging like a flexible rubber hose as Peter tiptoed down the stairs – but the moment he looked around the archway into the living room, his cock gave a mighty lurch and sprang up to another full erection.

He had arrived just at curtain time.

The foreplay had become intense. Bunny's cum was steaming and Jack's prick was like a heated crowbar. The kids were sitting on the couch, playing with each other. She was stroking his hard cock and fondling his big balls and he had one hand on her hot cunt, the other one on her tits.

Then Bunny could wait no longer for her first cuntful of her brother's bloated cock.

The nimble teenager twisted lithely up and knelt on the couch, shifting one knee across so that she was kneeling astride Jack's lap.