Donna Allen: Family in bed

"Harder," she said, clawing the sheets. "Fuck me harder."

"I'm doing it as hard as I can!" Her pussy nibbled and caressed his prick. Her hot hairy cunt almost swallowed him up. He felt his balls seethe and knew he would dump into her soon.

"I'm gonna come soon," he said. "I want all your come inside me."

"Oh, you'll get it, okay."

"I'm almost there too."

"Your cunt's so hot."

"You cock's so bud."

"Aw, shit, it's coming."

"Oh, Billy!"

"I'm not gonna be able to hold off much longer. Oh, shit, I'm coming!"

Patty's orgasm was triggered by the rush of jism into her pussy. The exquisite sensations surged through her, made more delicious by the insistent pounding of Billy's cock.

Once he blew his wad he wanted to sleep. He climbed onto the bed and collapsed. Patty was used to being ignored when her brother got his rocks off. She knew enough to let him rest, because later, when he awakened, he would fuck her again.

Snuggling up behind him on the bed, she felt the wetness in her cunt, the mixture of cuntjuice and jism. She reached for Billy's limp cock and held it. When she was certain he was sleeping, she crawled down under the covers and took his cock into her mouth.

Instinctively she began masturbating. She shoved her index finger into her cunt and used her thumb to tease her clit.

After a while, Billy stirred in his sleep as his cock started coming to life. She sucked harder and then began licking his balls with light, feathery flicks of her tongue.

"I want to eat your pussy," he yawned.

"I didn't know you were awake."

"Get out of there and let me eat you."

Stretching out on her back, the hot-cunted teenager spread her legs and giggled. "Do it," she said, humping her ass off the bed.

Her brother knelt over her, lowering his mouth to her cunt and moving his hands under her ass. "You're a horny bitch," he said, lapping his tongue up and down her pussy.

"Mmmmm, that's nice."

"Shit, you're sticky."

She grabbed his ears and ground her pussy against his mouth. "Shut up and suck."

Della finished straightening the house later than usual. She expected Billy home after his last class. She quickly showered, washed her hair and dressed since she planned on a few hours in bed with the boy.

Just as she was brushing her hair, the telephone rang. It was Billy, telling her he was stuck at school, and not to expect him until dinner.

She was more than disappointed. She was depressed. Another frustrating night with Frank would drive her up the wall. She had to get laid. And now Billy was disappointing her. It was just too much.

She knew she was expecting too much from her son. He was just a boy. But he was a sweet cocksman and she hesitated to take a lover. She felt that cheating on Frank with a member of the family wasn't as sinful as screwing a total stranger.

She had her own set of morals and she felt comfortable with them. Fucking Billy wasn't a sin. It was a learning experience for him and a necessity for her.

She glanced at the clock, smoothed down her skirt and went downstairs for a drink. Her hand shook as she sipped the warm scotch.

I drink too much and don't fuck enough, she thought bitterly.

As usual when she was horny, she thought about Gloria and Steve. Again last night she had lain awake and listened to them fuck. She wanted to scream just thinking about it. Why should Gloria be getting so much while she was getting less and less?

Refilling her glass and not bothering with ice, she took her drink into the living room and flopped down on the sofa.

She was annoyed when she heard the front door open. If that's Frank, she thought, we're gonna have a fight.

With an angry scowl, she went to the front hall. "Frank?" she snarled.

"It's me, Mom," Steve said, closing the door and placing his school books on the hall table.

"What are you doing home?"

His eyes raked over her body. "My afternoon classes were cancelled. I'm going to work on a paper. You're all dressed up."

The horny mother glanced down at her chest. She was dressed up. Inappropriately so, for she had wanted to surprise Billy by wearing a low necked black dress and high heels. Now she felt foolish as she faced her son-in-law.

"I get tired of looking frumpy," she said.

"You never look frumpy." He bent down and kissed her cheek. Then he saw the glass she was trying to hide behind her back. "It's a little early for that, isn't it?"

"Don't you start telling me when to start drinking." She whirled around and returned to the living room.

He followed her. "Mom?"

She didn't look at him. "What?" She knew her voice was harsh, but she couldn't help it. "You're looking mighty good."

"I'm just a boring housewife."

"You're just having one of those days. I studied depression in my Psych course and it's natural for everyone to have them once in a while."

"Everyone in this family has something interesting to fill their time but me." Tears came to her eyes and she tried hiding them by gulping her scotch.

Steve sat down on a lounge chair and crossed his legs. "Gloria has a stupid job, selling. That's not so interesting. When I'm through with school and working she'll quit and be a housewife like you. She's looking forward to it."

"I'm dull. At least, it feel dull." Her tongue felt thick. "No one really talks to me. You never talk to me like you talk to Gloria or to your friends."

He rose up and very gently took the glass from her hand. His arm brushed her tit. A shiver of excitement passed through her. Just that slight touch made her pussy moisten.

"You're not dull, Mom. You're a dish." He grinned and sat down next to her on the sofa.

"If you were going to have an affair I bet you wouldn't consider a woman my age." She felt her face grow warm the moment the words were out.

He didn't answer for a while. Then he took a deep breath, sipped her drink and cleared his throat. "Who says?"

They turned to face each other simultaneously. His legs were wide-spread and she noticed that his prick was beginning to rise inside his jeans.

"You mean, you would?" she said, smiling despite herself.

He didn't try hiding the bulge in his crotch. He nodded. "Can't you tell? Look what you're doing to me now."

"Oh, my…" Her cunt, which had been pleasantly damp, was now sopping wet. Since she was wearing no panties, she wondered if the wetness was soiling the sofa.

"Is that all you can say?" he grinned.

"At the moment, yes."

He took her hand, turned it over and kissed the palm. "I sometimes hear you and Dad making out."

"You hear us?"

"You make a lot of noise."

"How embarrassing."

"How about it, Mom? For an older woman, you're quite a dish. Let's make it together."

She could feel her heart pounding. "You're my daughter's husband."

He shrugged. "What the hell, it's all in the family."

She noticed that he was sweating. His under arms were wet and his forehead was damp. He kissed her fingertips one by one and slowly moved her hand over his crotch.

"It's all for you, Mom. Just say the word." She took a deep breath, searched his face and sighed. "I'm saying it," she whispered.

"Let's go."

Licking her lips in anticipation, she took his hand. They dashed upstairs and climbed onto the bed. He was all over her in moments, kissing her lips and squeezing her tits and ass. She felt overwhelmed and terribly excited. What she didn't feel was guilty.

"Let's get on with it," she said, dropping her hand to his fly and tugging the zipper down.

"Sounds good to me."

She had his cock out in a flash. It looked as good as she'd imagined it all these months.

"So this is the cock that has Gloria screaming," she smiled.