Harry Stevens - Daughter_s new, hot family

But Claire was far less giddy than Kitty. "Don't be so sure it's that much of a break finding out you're a Branch. Please don't get me wrong, darling, being with you again is like a miracle. Your father knocked me up while we were still in high school. I was sure I'd never see my little girl after I had to give you up so there wouldn't be any scandal."

"But you married Daddy after all, anyway," Kitty pointed out. "SO why didn't you just go ahead and do it when you were pregnant in the first place and keep me."

"Like I said, the scandal," Claire bitterly replied. "Nice girls don't have babies six months after they're married in white to respectable boys. And that's what I mean about the Branches. They're so respectable, they'd make you puke – especially once you know what rotten bastards they all really are behind all that money!"

"You could've left town with Daddy and started out fresh together…"

"Oh, sure," scoffed Claire. "John… your father… would have loved that. Letting the family bank wind up being run by his half-wit brother, Mart. You know, Buster's his son, so you get the idea. Mon wasn't interested in that damned bank, anyway. So John got it in the end and everybody turned out happy – except for yours truly, after being dumb enough to ever marry into such a family."

"What about Andy and Greg?" Kitty asked. "They're your kids, too."

"Them!" Claire snorted. "I did my best, but those boys are turning out just like their damned father!"

Then Claire looked with total love into Kitty's eyes and said, "It was the little girl they made me give away who I always wanted more than anything. And now that I've got you back, darling… well, to hell with the rest of them. Let's just get as far away from Centerville and the Branches and start our own life together on our own!"

Kitty was tempted, but she couldn't do it. "No, Mom, I've come too far to find my real family to turn my back on them now. It has to be all or nothing for me."

"Then what am I supposed to do?" Claire whined. "Stand back and watch you fuck them while I eat my heart out seeing you get more like them every day?"

"I don't blame you for being bitter, Mom, after all you've been through," Kitty said. "But you've got me back now, so things can be different if you'll let them – for all of us. In other words, I'm asking you to give Daddy and the boys another chance for my sake, so we can all stay together like a real family."

"But your father thinks you're just another one of his mistresses. And to your brothers, you're just another piece of ass!"

"But we can change that, Mom," Kitty said.

"W-well," Claire asked warily.

"Just trust me, Mom," Kitty said, "and you won't believe it's the same family once you've done what I tell you. How about it?"

Accepting the fact that she was helplessly under her daughter's spell, Claire Branch shrugged and agreed. "All right, darling, I'm not sure exactly what I'm letting myself in for, but whatever you say, I'll do it."

"Good girl!" Kitty soothed, as if the roles between parent and child had been reversed. "Now, here's what I have in mind…"

Greg and Andy Branch had been waiting for the explosion to go off between their folks, heard the gossip around town that their mom had been spotted going in and coming out of the apartment house where their father kept his mistress. But when their father left the house that evening, apparently to go fuck his latest plaything, all was apparently fine and dandy.

"Have a nice time, John," the boys overheard their mother say at the door.

"It's strictly business, Claire," their dad answered. "Don't wait up."

"Whatever you say, dear. 'Bye now."

When the front door closed, Greg sneered. "Jeez, what bullshit! Who's Mom trying to kid? She knows where Pop's really going – to fuck that bald pussy across town!"

Slumped in a chair watching television, Andy clicked off the remote control, bolted up and stammered, "B-bald p-pussy?"

Greg sneered at his kid brother. "Yep, just exactly who you think she is. Your little girlfriend. Didn't think the old man took her off your hands just to be a nice guy, did you? Nobody could be that dumb. He's got her stashed away so he can fuck her regular!"

"H-how do you know so much?" Andy asked.

"How else? I fucked her, too. Behind Pop's back after he stole her away from you!"

"You better be lying!"

When Greg needled him with more details, Andy was ready to fight. Leaving their chairs, the Branch brothers had squared off when they realized their argument was not private. There in the doorway of the den – their mother – obviously having overheard plenty.

Andy, although the youngest, was the one who tried to bluff their way out of it. "This is just between me 'n' Greg, Mom, okay?"

"But maybe I can help," Claire Branch said to her sons. She was practically purring as she closed the distance between herself and them. "After all, what're mothers for?"

She wore a robe. When she reached the boys, they could see she had nothing on underneath. The sash was so loosely tied that her big tits were almost spilling out, her dusky nipples playing peek-a-boo.

"You boys just think you're angry with each other," Claire said in a soothing voice. "But your real problem is you're frustrated. Frustrated because you know your father's fucking that little girlfriend of yours tonight, when you're both so horny for her!"

The Branch brothers had never heard their mother talk like that. Along with her big tits, her language put them in sort of a trance.

"Yes, I know how you toys must feel," Claire crooned on. "It isn't easy for me, either, having to sit at home while your father's fucking that little girl, when I'm just as horny as anyone else in this family!"

She completely untied the sash now.

"If you don't believe me," she told her wide eyed sons as her robe fell all the way open, "just look how wet my cunt is tonight!"

She reached down and rubbed her hairy pussy, making it squish loudly. Then she took her sticky fingers from her damp cunt and left glistening trails of pussy-juice across her smeared tits.

"You want to know why I didn't get mad at your father tonight, when I knew he was really going out to fuck that little girl?" Claire asked the boys. "Because that'd be the pot calling the kettle black. How can I be angry at him for milking young pussy, when I'm just the same about the other side of the coin – young cock?"

Claire pointedly looked toward the evidence of the two cocks in the den with her. With their naked mother talking so dirty to them, Greg and Andy Branch couldn't avoid the telltale bulges at their crotches.

"Ummmmm," Claire murmured, "maybe the three of us can come up with something that'll work out our, uh, frustrations, after all!"

She shed the robe entirely, and, static naked, knelt in front of the boys. They were speechless, motionless and breathless as they waited to see what their mother would do next. Claire grinned broadly.

"Why not?" she whispered. "Guess, down deep, there isn't a mother with sons who hasn't wondered if she's woman enough for the younger generation."

Claire reached out with both hands, unzipping the swollen flies of both her boys at once. Greg and Andy just stood there like statues when she groped inside their open jeans. With glassy stares, they saw her pull their stiff pricks into the open, as if she were measuring them alongside one another.

"Oh!" Claire giggled at the sight of their hard-ons. "Just can't decide which of my boys' big cocks to suck first. Guess I'll have to go ahead and suck 'em together at the same time, that's all!"

Opening her mouth as wide as possible, she angled her sons' cock-heads into a common target, then bore down and started hungrily slurping. She also fished out their balls to squeeze them along with the dual blowjob. Greg and Andy could no longer hold back their active participation. Their mother's suction and squeezing quickly had their hips rolling in response, signaling that they were hooked.