Victoria Parker - The youngest aunt

"Prissy, honey!" he yelped.

His cock erupted. A thick wad of cum shot out and splashed against Prissy's belly. She looked beautiful there with her panties and shorts down on her ankles, her hand pumping on Bobby's hard prick.

"Oh, Bobby, here it comes," she sighed. "I'm gonna feel it!"

They shuddered together. Bobby's hard cock kept shooting his cream on her belly, and Prissy kept jacking on his cum-spurting cock.

"I love you," he panted.

Prissy slumped back against the shelves. "You're squirtin' all over me, Bobby. You shouldn't do that."

"But I love you."

"Oh, God, Bobby," she sobbed. Bobby fingered her cunt wildly as she came, and she fell forward into his arms. His big cock slapped up against her tummy and kept spurting cum.

He kissed her sweet lips.

"I liked it when you licked my butthole," Prissy whispered.

"I'll do it again," he said.

But a voice yelled: "All in free."

Janet and Jill did not return early, and Bobby figured they must have gone to a movie. So he put the kids to bed, Ronnie in his room, April with Prissy, and Darcy alone in her room. He went downstairs and watched TV, then went upstairs and took a shower.

Bobby relaxed under the warm spray, got out, toweled down, and decided to go to Jill's bedroom. He opened a drawer, found her panties, and drew out a pair of pink ones that he fancied masturbating in.

Suddenly a stack of Polaroid pictures caught his eye. "My God," he whispered.

It was Jill sucking on his uncle's prick, her mouth bloated, cheeks all puffed out, almost as if she were choking on the hard fucker.

He took the picture from the top of the stack, hoping Jill wouldn't miss it, then he looked at the rest… Jill fucking, Jill sucking on her knees giving his uncle a blow-job. He trembled all over.

"I wonder who took these – maybe they had a timer," he whispered, fingering the photos, his cock rising rapidly under the towel that was knotted around his waist.

He reached down and massaged his cock as he looked at Aunt Jill's bulging cheeks, her cock-stuffed lips.

"Shit," he whispered. He put the pictures back in place, but kept the one of Jill sucking, walked back toward his room, back to where Ronnie was sleeping. He tiptoed in and put the picture under his own pillow.

A door slammed downstairs. Bobby crept back out of the room and stood at the top of the stairs, a protector of the cousins. But it was only his Aunt Jill and Aunt Janet returning from a day shopping, dinner and drinks.

He could see they were a bit tipsy. They saw the handsome man standing at the top of the stairs. Janet smiled sexily, and Jill beckoned with one finger.

"Come on down, Bobby," Jill said.

Bobby took the stairs carefully, eyeing his two lovely aunts. Jill looked ravishing in a tight, short, wine-red skirt, black blouse, black high heels, sheer hose. The skirt was wrapped around her supple hips and ass like a tight candy wrapper. Janet looked equally stunning dressed in a green skirt, yellow blouse, white heels and dark hose.

He walked into the living room where the two sisters stood, both regal and beautiful.

"Hello, Bobby," Jill said, a smile tugging at her lips.

"Hi, Aunt Jill."

His cock was half hard under the towel. Janet eyed the bulge.

"What were you doing upstairs?" Jill asked. "Just finished taking a shower," Bobby answered.

Bobby eyed the gorgeous sisters, their plush bodies, their huge tits, those flaring hips, the tight skirts, things of erotic nature… their red lips, green eyes. His cock thumped to a full hard-on.

"He's a cute sailor, isn't he, Janet?" Jill wed.

"Mmmmm, mmm," Janet speed.

Jill west to Bobby and untied the towel. It floated to the carpet, and Bobby's giant prick snapped back and slapped his belly.

"Jesus, wow!" Janet gasped.

"Huge, isn't it?" Jill said.

"Oh, my God… my God," Janet said with a lewd smile.

Bobby stood nude before his aunts. His thick ten-inch prick was handsome, smooth, like a polished hunk of ivory. The big cock-head bulged, red, round, tantalizing.

Jill grabbed his cock, held the stalk, squeezed, pumped in and out. "Feels good. Feels hot," she whispered.

"Let me," Janet said.

She moved in and took Bobby's prick from Jill and inspected the length, the thickness, the hard throbbing that she felt as she wrapped her red fingernails around the prickstalk. She squeezed on his prick, and Bobby looked at her in the eyes with delighted passion.

"He told me he'd been jackin' off to me since he was little," Jill said. "Naughty boy, huh, Janet?"

"Oh, yeah, naughty, naughty. Ever beat off to me, Bobby?" Janet asked.

"Yes," he admitted sheepishly.

"Mmmmm, nice," Janet whispered.

She ducked down and kissed the tip of his prick. Bobby gasped with joy. Her thick lips were open as if she were French-kissing, and she pecked, kissed, and swirled her tongue on his cockhead. He put his hands on his waist, and she sucked his prick into her mouth, her lips scaling around the cockstalk in a red circle.

"Oh, whew… whuffff, Aunt Janet," he moaned delightedly.

She was on one knee, her skirt hiked up on a cocked knee, up on her thigh. Her lips sucked like a plunger. Her bobbing head excited Bobby.

"That looks good, Janet," Jill whispered.

She leaned in and planted a hot kiss on Bobby's lips, snaking her tongue into his mouth, probing, darting. She reached behind him and cupped his tight sailor's ass, drew a finger slowly up and down the furry ass crack.

Janet continued her slow, methodic cocksucking. Bobby felt a sweet, sinking feeling, having his two beautiful aunts do him like this.

Jill broke her kiss. "Come on, let's fuck him," she said hotly.

Janet stood up. The gorgeous sisters eyed his glistening cockhead. Bobby took Janet in his arms and kissed her savagely, his hands fanning on her marvelous ass, feeling the soft curves, the panda under her tight skirt.

Upstairs, standing in the dark at the railing, Prissy was watching the hot action in the living room below. She wore a pale-blue pair of pajama bottoms and a pink T-shirt. Her pussy itched as she watched her mom and Janet and Bobby engaged in hot sexual activity. She was suddenly, surprised to find Ronnie beside her.

"What's happening?" he whispered.

"Well, just look. They're gonna fuck."

"Ooooo!" Ronnie huffed, sucking in a whisp of air.

His prick leaped to a hard-on. He put his arm around Prissy's waist, felt her teen queen hips. She looked over and saw the spike in his shorts.

"Take your shorts down and play with it," she said.

Ronnie whipped the shorts down and grabbed a hard, five-inch prick, and he began to stroke it. Prissy stuck her hand in her pajamas, wiggled them down so they fell on her ankles, and then she fucked a hot finger into her pussy.

Downstairs, Bobby had hiked up Janet's skirt. He dipped to his knees and tugged at her panties. He took them down and pulled them off. Janet took off her blouse. She stood resplendent in a pair of white panties, white bra, and a black merry widow with garter straps that were tight and taut to her nylons. Her big tits bulged in the bra.

He stood up and kissed her again, reaching into her bra and cupping her tits. He pulled her tits out and set them up over the bra. Then he knelt down and slid Janet's skirt up.

"Can I take your panties down, too, Aunt Jill?"

"You bet you can, honey."

He did. And she stripped to a pair of pink panties, pink shiny bra, and she still wore a white garter belt and nylons. Bath women had big bushy, brown-haired pussies. Bobby didn't know what to do next, so he fell to his knees and muffed his face into Janet's cunt, licked, tongued, sloshed and slurped.

"Yeah, baby," she murmured, "suck on my cunt."