Kathy Harris - Wild easy family

Julie felt a great surge of pride at the knowledge that she was able to give her brother so much pleasure with her mouth.

She knew that she had made her father feel really good with her mouth, too. And with her cunt. And with her ass. The young girl felt as if she had been made for fucking, and she could think of no greater thrill than using her natural born skills to give pleasure to her daddy and brother.

But there was still that nagging sense of guilt at the back of her mind, and she just knew that, in spite of her brother's attempts to persuade her otherwise, incest must be wrong. Even though she loved fucking her brother and father and even though it felt like the most natural thing in the world to the youngster, she must be a terrible sinner, she told herself.

Now, she put all such thoughts out of her mind, allowing herself to think only of the thrills she felt as she sucked more and more of Tom's cock into her mouth and down her throat.

"Unnnhhh, you hot cock-sucking little slut! Suck me hard, you whore! Suck me until I come!" Tom grunted.

Julie's tits bobbed on the surface of the water, her nipples long and pointy, as she deep throated her brother. She tightened the walls of her throat against the sides of his pulsing prick. She felt another surge of pride when Tom groaned in response.

"Yeah, that's it, you sexy cock-sucker!" he grunted, gripping the sides of the girl's head tighter. He knew that he would come soon.

The young girl sucked harder and harder, and squeezed Tom's huge prick all the tighter with her throat muscles, wanting to make him come so she could swallow all of his spunk.

Her smooth cheeks were hollowed from the sucking vacuum she so skillfully created in her mouth.

The boy threw his head back and howled in pleasure. The veins on the sides of his neck stood out in bold relief. He clenched his teeth even more tightly as he prepared to shoot his wad down his sister's throat.

Julie felt the boy's cock lurching crazily and wildly against the walls of her throat and mouth, and she knew that the moment was at hand. She wanted to cry out to him, to beg him to let go, to shoot his wad down her throat, but she was too busy sucking. All she could do was to suck him just as hard as possible and hope that he would not keep her waiting much longer.

Just then, the boy's balls erupted and the molten cum began to flow. The girl's mouth was flooded with the sticky stuff, and she moaned with pleasure, thinking again how much she loved to eat cum.

She swallowed hard and fast, trying desperately to keep up with the pumping jolts of jism that relentlessly poured into her cock stretched mouth.

Wads of the delicious cream shot from Tom's prick, poured into his sister's overflowing mouth and slid slickly down her throat, warming her belly with a full, satisfying feeling.

Although Julie valiantly tried to swallow each and every drop of the tasty spunk, it was impossible. There was just too much of the thick goo, and it began to dribble out from the corners of her mouth.

Some of the warm cum ran down her chin and splashed down onto the girl's heaving tits before mingling with the pool water.

Julie was surprised to discover that her brother's jism tasted different than her daddy's. They both tasted delicious to the young girl and they both had that same creamy, rich texture, but they tasted slightly different from each other.

"Keep sucking, bitch, keep sucking!" Tom cried, still shooting wads of thick cum down her throat.

As she continued to suck her brother off, she felt her little pussy spasm uncontrollably. She came, her girl-cum seeping from her cunt into the water of the pool.

The tension in the Shelton household continued, and things were especially icy and uncomfortable between Carly and her daughter, Julie.

Tom knew that things would not continue this way much longer. If his mother wouldn't see the light on her own, it was up to him to help her realize the error of her ways, he told himself.

About a week after his exciting suck and fuck session with his sister, Tom knew the time had come. It was perfect. He and his mother were home alone.

Julie had been spending more and more time away from home lately. This particular evening, she was at her best friend's house where she would be staying overnight.

At dinner with his mother, Tom deliberately put on an act of being depressed. He ate little and said nothing until she spoke to him, and then he responded to the beautiful woman with monosyllabic answers.

It wasn't like him. Knowing his mother as well as he did, Tom knew that she would be worried about him. Her worry and concern played a most important part in his plan.

"What's wrong, Tom? You're so quiet. You just don't seem like yourself," Carly finally asked her son as he refused dessert and began to rise from the table, as if to leave.

"It's nothing, Mom," he said with his eyes cast downward. Really, he thought to himself, I should get an Academy Award for this.

"But you act so, I don't know, depressed," Carly said with motherly concern.

Tom felt like laughing. Depressed? Far from it! If anything, he felt excited about what was about to happen, but he had to hide his excitement from her or everything would be ruined.

"I'm all right, but I am tired. I think I'll go to my room and read for a while and then I'll go to bed," he said heavily, as if carrying the weight of the world on his young shoulders. He moved away from his mother.

Carly stared after her son, wondering what was wrong with him. She rose and began to clear the table, rinsing the dishes off in the sink. She was about to wash the dishes when she paused, still thinking about Tom and the odd way he was acting. Something about his last words to her bothered her greatly, and then she realized what it was.

He had said he intended to read for a while and then go to bed. But, in fact, the boy rarely read, and Carly had never known him to go to bed so early.

I'd best go upstairs and check on him, she thought, leaving the dishes as she headed out of the kitchen toward the boy's bedroom.

Carly had never known her son to act so moodily. It was clear to her that something was troubling him. As his mother, it was her responsibility to find out what it was and help him if she could. Carly had always taken great pride in being a good mother.

As she approached her boy's door, she heard sound of heavy breathing. Alarmed, she pushed the door open and walked into his room without knocking.

The woman stopped dead in her tracks and let out a startled gasp.

"Oh, Tommy!" she cried in surprise, her eyes going wide.

Tom was lying naked on his bed, and his hand was pumping up and down his stiff cock.

As soon as he saw his mother, Tom's hand stopped moving, and he rolled over on the bed to hide his nakedness from her. Again, he grinned since she could not see his face.

"I-I didn't mean to invade your privacy," Carly stammered, confused by the rush of feelings that swept through her at the sight of her boy's naked body and huge hard-on. She was shocked by the size of his prick which was even longer than his father's.

Carly started to leave the boy's room as he remained silent, facing away from her toward the wall, but then she squared her shoulders, telling herself that a good mother would stay and talk this out.

As she moved closer to the bed and to her son, she felt a twinge in her clit, but she refused to let herself think about that. She sat down on the side of the bed and put her arm across her son's shoulders.

"I know you're troubled about something, Tommy, dear. Does what you were, uh, doing have anything to do with what's been bothering you?" she asked him, trying to make her voice as gentle and unaccusing as possible.