Harry Stevens - Daughter_s new, hot family

Capping off her divine release, Claire shit and pissed again. Shitting, pissing and cumming, she thought if that wasn't any one's recipe for heaven on earth, she might as well just pack it in.

"I'm shooting it now, Mom!" Greg suddenly called from below as he fucked cunt.

"Me too, Mom! Yes!" he declared, with his cock locked in her ass.

The Branch brothers bucked their crotches, burying their hard-ons at the same time in their mother's ass and pussy. As Claire screamed from all that hilted cock, her bowels and womb were scalded by simultaneous torrents of teenaged jizz.

"Heaven! Heaven!" she shouted. "We've fucked our way to heaven!"

The boys sighed their agreement as their cocks slowed to a dribble, certain that their threesome had scaled heights that were out of reach for the rest of the world.

"I thought you'd straightened things out with your wife?" Kitty asked John Branch.

He sheepishly answered, "I thought I had, too."

"Then what's the matter tonight?" Pulling the sheet over his stubbornly limp prick to cover his embarrassing inability to get it up, John Branch explained, "There's just something funny in the air at home, that's all. My wife's being too friendly. Saw me off at the door tonight, all smiles; when she made no fuss I was on my way over here to fuck. That's not like Claire when I lie to her about having to work late at the bank."

"Well, maybe she's finally wised up and found somebody of her own to fuck on the side."

"Christ, if only that were true!" John Branch sighed. "If I knew for sure that Claire's screwing around, then maybe we could level with each other and work out some kind of agreement to make us both happy. Stay married for convenience sake, but go our separate ways in bed. That'd be perfect. The perfect marriage."

"But you'd have to get the goods on her first, wouldn't you? Force her to deal on your terms?"

"Claire would never be that careless to let me walk right in on her while she's fucking somebody else," John said.

"Then you'll just have to catch her by complete surprise. On a night she thinks she's the last thing on your mind because you're too busy cheating across town. What better time for her to get it on with somebody herself? On a night… like this one."

John Branch had to admit that the idea made more than a little bit of sense. "But could I actually go through with something like this?"

"Look at it this way. You've got everything to gain and nothing to lose. If your wife's not screwing around when you come home early, you can just tell her that your business meeting was canceled."

"But what about me and you?" John asked. "This is our first night together in the apartment. I'm supposed to be fucking you tonight, not spying on my damned wife!"

"Let's face that, too. Your cock's not doing a thing as long as you're so worried about your wife," Kitty said bluntly. "So, for everybody's sake – yours, hers, and mine – why don't you settle this if you can. Tonight. Stop driving yourself crazy trying to get it up to fuck me when you could be getting your head back on straight by proving your wife's just as guilty as you are. Trust me. I just feel it in my bones that if you go home you'll catch the horny bitch sucking and fucking, red-handed!"

"Okay… I'll do it," John Branch said. "Just one thing, though. I want you there with me. Waiting in the car. So if I do catch Claire in the act, and we can go on to work things out between us, I can introduce you to her when the time is right. No more sneaking around. Everything has to be out in the open."

"Then what're we waiting for? I wouldn't miss it for the world!" Kitty said, having expertly maneuvered her father into the trap she'd set for him. "Let's go!"

With the three of them rested up, Claire Branch was thinking aloud about having her sons switch fuck-holes for the next time around. When the boys heard that, their hard-ons sprang back to life with jutting anticipation. At their age, they were always ready for more action, especially with a sexy bitch like their mother.

"C'mon, Andy," she said to her youngest, "slide underneath Mommy and slip her pussy full of your hard, young cock. I'm starting to need a pussyful of my boy's big cock real bad. It'll go perfect with Greg's cock in my ass, when your brother starts fucking me there."

A short time later Claire had both teenaged cocks firmly in place. Then, while the friction took hold in her pussy and slit-pit, she got as excited by something outside the house as from what was happening inside her body.

A car had just pulled up. Funny, Claire thought, how she could recognize certain, ordinary things if she listened for them. Like the particular sound of a particular door opening and closing. The door to her husband's Mercedes, for instance, she thought.

She heard the footsteps coming up the walk, onto the porch, the kind made by a bank president's expensive, but sensible, shoes. Claire's brain was buzzing as her ears intercepted these familiar sounds. The boys didn't pick up on them, they were too busy fucking their mother to listen to anything but her squishing cunt and asshole and their own gusting breath.

The front door inched open. The boys didn't notice, but their mother was wide-eyed and biting her lower lip with anticipation.

"No! Oh, my God, no, not this!" John Branch cried out as if he'd just been mortally wounded. "Anything but this!"

With his startling appearance, his sons panicked. Each tried to wrench his cock from his mother, but Claire clamped down with the muscles of her ass and cunt to hold them in place for the time being.

"Mom, this is hell breaking loose for Christ's sake!" Greg pleaded from behind. "C'mon, let me and Andy go so we can all get out of here before the old man kills us."

"Yeah, Mom!" Andy whispered. "It's everybody for themselves now!"

But Claire wouldn't budge any more than she'd permit her sons to do so. And looking her husband straight in the eye, she grinned from ear to ear, so sassy that her boldness made him take a step back.

"If you think this is bad, John," she said devilishly, "Just wait, it gets even worse. Or better, depending on how you look at these things!"

Outside in the car, Kitty impatiently watched for her mother's signal. But still with no sign from the house, there was a complication. Around the corner, a patrol car turned onto Glenrock Street, jumping out at Kitty from the rear-view mirror. She hadn't the slightest doubt who was driving the police car.

"Buster," Kitty muttered. "What a time for him to show up!"

A moment later, he'd parked behind her and was out the door, shining his flashlight her way.

Kitty was leaning out the window so her cousin could see her. "Damn it!" Kitty hissed, "Buster, it's me. And I don't have time to talk. Just be a nice boy and…"

She had started to tell him to go away, but just then, the signal from the house – her mother turning the lights off and on.

Buster couldn't help but notice that something was up, the way Kitty jumped when she saw those lights flicker. She realized that with his cop's curiosity, she wouldn't be able to get rid of him with a stick of dynamite.

So Kitty sighed. "All right, Buster, c'mon with me. Why not? You're family, too, after all. Just stay cool when we get inside, that's all I ask, and you'll find out everything you want to know and never expected to!"

Buster was so horny for Kitty that he'd have followed her anywhere. As she started for John's house, he trailed her like a puppy dog.

Kitty made her entrance, suddenly the center of attention at Glenrock Street.

"Well, here she is!" Claire Branch said gaily, while her breathless husband and sons acted like they were seeing a ghost. "Join in boys, you all know little Kitty, don't you?"