Harry Stevens: Hot sister next door

His face clenching in sudden rage at his son's apparent don't-give-a-damn attitude, Brad seethed at Tony, "You little punk. I ought to knock your head off."

Brad moved in on the boy, cocking his fist to throw a punch. Cindy jumped up and stopped it just in time. "Listen to the kid, he just might be making sense," she told her snarling brother. "Sure, Tony could use a couple of charm lessons, but the bottom line is that maybe he's on to something. A fresh approach might be exactly what we need to keep our heads above water. Let Tony have his say."

Father and son stared at one another. Then Brad sheepishly looked away.

"What the hell," he muttered, abruptly seeming so tired that he could scarcely stand. "Who am I to turn my back on free advice after the mess I've made of things? Go ahead, Tony. What's on your mind?"

The boy licked his lips with anticipation.

"It's simple," he said. "We're like one of those airplanes that's running out of gas, but gone too far to turn back. What do they call it?"

"Past the point of no return," someone prompted.

"If we wanna get where we're going without crashing, we gotta make, super-sure nothing's in our way to screw us up," he bubbled with youthful logic. "Now I'll ask you. If we're all fucking inside the family, but there's somebody left who isn't, who can still blow the whistle on us, what do we have to do?"

Tina quickly replied, "Either get rid of them, or…"

"Fuck them, too," Rob finished the sentence.

"Very good," Tony said, like a teacher to his class. "Now, question number two, the big [missing text]."

He looked directly at his brother for the answer. As it dawned on Rob, he squirmed.

"M-Mom!" he gasped after a long pause. "You're talking about our mom, aren't you?"

Tony slowly nodded.

"But, shit, you can't just get rid of your own mother," Rob choked.

Tony slowly shook his head, drawling, "Which only leaves us with one other choice."

"F-fuck her?" Rob stammered.

Tony nodded again. "Tomorrow," he said.

And nobody disagreed.

Sitting around with images of their naked cocks dancing in her head, Meg automatically placed her hand on her crotch. Her pussy throbbed to the touch, its heat making her fingers wriggle.

"What I need is either a good fuck or a cold shower," she sighed.

Reluctantly deciding on the latter, Meg stripped and headed for the bathroom. She didn't bother with a robe, believing she was alone in the house. She was wrong.

"T-Tony!" Meg gasped to her older son when he unexpectedly appeared as she nakedly made her way down the hall.

She had frozen with surprise when she saw him suddenly standing there, crossing her arms over her tits. Tony wasn't moving either, drilling her with his staring eyes.

"I-I'm going to take a shower," Meg nervously explained.

"Don't do that," Tony answered.

"I'll just be a minute, if you want to take one, too," Meg muttered.

"I wasn't talking about the shower," Tony told her. "I meant the way you're covering yourself with your arms. You're a mighty pretty woman, Mom. You shouldn't hide it."

Meg didn't know what to think, especially when she thought she noticed a telltale lump at the crotch of her son's snug jeans. It was as though Tony had somehow guessed how secretly horny she was and was purposely testing her. Oh, she thought, how she yearned to give in.

Somehow, though, Meg gathered enough willpower to snap at Tony, "I'm certainly not about to start posing like a centerfold for my own son, no matter what he thinks of my body. Now if you don't mind, young man…"

"Come off it, Mom," Tony cut her, off. "This isn't funny, young man," Meg choked, trying to sound outraged at the same time her resistance seeped out of her. "It isn't supposed to be," Tony said. "What's more, I'll bet you want to see me as much as I do you."

His jockey shorts were bulging at his open fly now. Meg could clearly see the outline of his hard-on and his fat, round balls. In reaction, her aroused pussy started to leak so much that she felt the sticky juice trickling down her inner thighs.

"Tell you what, Mom," Tony continued. "You take your arms away from in front of you and I'll pull out my prick."

Meg took the deepest breath of her life. During it, her arms uncrossed and she stood totally exposed in the nude.

And out came her son's cock. It was a jutting pole, one of the biggest Meg had ever seen.

Immediately closing the distance between them, Meg knelt before her son. She tugged his jeans and shorts dawn, then thrust her hungry mouth around his awaiting prick.

"All the way, Mom," Tony called down. "Suck my whole cock."

Meg deep-throated him without hesitation. The forbidden thrill of taking her son's huge prick to his balls made her climax on the spat, as though she owned an oral cunt.

"Mmmmmm, you've got a mouth like a vacuum cleaner, Mom," Tony moaned in reaction to Meg's orgasmic suction. "Keep it up and you'll suck the cream right out of my balls, straight into your belly."

Meg couldn't think of anything she'd ever wanted more in her life. Passing the blowjob stage, she began fucking her son's rigid prick with her mouth. His balls were fair game, too, being rolled between her hands like wads of dough.

Just about a cock-thrust away from shooting his wad, Tony drove his prickmeat to the depths of his mother's throat. Just in case he needed any further help unloading, Meg now had a finger straight up his gritty asshole.

"You got it, Mom!" Tony declared. "All of my cum you can drink!"

His prick exploded in his mother's sucking grasp. His jizz was hotter and sweeter than Meg had expected. She couldn't swallow it fast enough to satisfy her overwhelming thirst.

"Mmmmm, you greedy, little cocksucker," Tony sighed when his balls were drained. "You must've been waiting a long time for this."

Meg certainly was in no position to deny her son's observation. Indeed, after Tony's prick had slowed to a dribble, she still nursed at his prickhead as if it were an oversized nipple, in order to milk whatever additional cum there was to be had.

When there was finally no more cream for her to swallow, Meg ended the blowjob. However, the possibility of something even better immediately occurred to her, because Tony's cock remained as stiff as ever.

"That's right, Mom," he chuckled, reading her mind. "At my age it doesn't matter how much I've just come. My prick stays hard, no matter what."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Meg blurted out. "Take me to bed and fuck me!"

"We're on our way, Mom."

Tony reached down to help her up. But then, before Meg was on her feet, his muscular arms caught her naked body and raised her aloft. He carried her into the bedroom as though they were a bride and groom on their honeymoon.

"Can I eat your pussy before I fuck you, Mom?" Tony asked when he lowered Meg onto the bed.

"Oh, please, yes," Meg readily agreed. "I'd love to come in your mouth, darling. My pussy juice'll be so hot and sweet for you."

She spread her legs as far apart as they'd go. Her wide-open cunt resembled a drooling wound. Burrowing between her thighs, Tony sealed her pussylips with the lips of his mouth and shot his tongue up her cunt.

"Deeper, deeper, and I'll feed you all the pussy juice you can drink!" Meg cried.

Her son used his tongue like a cock in her cunt. Her ass left the bed as her thighs clutched his head, and she came in his mouth as though a dam had broken in her womb.

She could hear Tony hungrily slurping while he feasted on her climaxing pussy. It was music to Meg's ears. She closed her eyes and listened as she would to her favorite song, carried away by the emotional experience.

In her self-imposed darkness, she sensed a male presence directly above her. Tony must be moving into position for a sixty-nine, she thought. It was fine with her. She wouldn't mind sucking his prick again at all before he got around to fucking her. Even if he should happen to come in her mouth a second time it wouldn't slow him up, since his beautiful cock was so young and tireless.