Donna Allen - Hot coming family

She soon forgot her nervousness in the excitement of sucking her father's dick. He encouraged her by telling her she was a wonderful cock-sucker.

"Are you going to fuck me, Daddy?" she whispered.

"Do you want me to, honey?" he said softly.

"Oh, yes!"

He sat up and leaned against the headboard and the little blonde quickly straddled him. "This won't work," he said, flat on his back and holding his arms out toward her.

She climbed on top of him, squatting over his prick. She'd never been fucked in this position, but she instinctively knew what to do. She wet his prick with her cuntjuice and held his knob against her until it was wedged against her cunt-socket.

"I don't know if it'll go in," she teased. Her father's cock wasn't as big as her brother's, but she wanted to flatter him. She knew his cock would fit her cunt. John's did with great frequency.

"It'll go in, honey!" he hissed. "Just don't tighten up. Let yourself open up and it'll slip right in."

The little blonde wiggled her hips, letting her tits bounce prettily as she adjusted herself over her father's dick. She stretched her cuntmouth with his knob and then sank down abruptly. His knob was inside her, quickly followed by his shaft.

She held his prick inside her and his balls tickled her ass. She leaned forward and Fred took her hands. She began bouncing up and down, and his cock stroked in and out of her hot wet pussy.

"Oh, baby, your cunt is squeezing the cream out of my cock!" he said.

"Oh, Daddy, you're going to make me come so good!"

"Keep rocking, baby," Fred said through clenched teeth. "Keep rocking like that and I'll just rub your little clit right here."

He reached up and stroked her love-button while he thrust his fucktube in and out of her twat. She no longer wiggled her ass, but allowed him to thrust and stroke and play with her clittie.

"This is the best fuck I ever had," the blonde teenager shrieked. Her teeth chattered as the first stirrings of her orgasm raged through her.

"I'm getting on top!" Fred growled and the girl found herself on her back with her father on top of her.

She rocked her head from side to side as he poked his prick in and out of her gash. He continued kneading her clit with his fingers and when she came her cunt squeezed the jism out of his balls.

She grabbed her tits and dug her fingernails into her flesh as the wondrous sensations of her orgasm engulfed her. Never in her life had she been so fulfilled. She buried her face in her father's neck when he collapsed on top of her.

"Am I too heavy, honey?" he panted.

"No, Daddy, it feels good," she breathed. "It feels wonderful."

Millie dropped her robe to the floor and stepped into the shower.

"Damn!" she muttered when she realized there was only a sliver of soap in the dish.

She stepped under the hot spray and let the water wash over her body and her short black hair. It felt good. Good to be alive and good to have the warm spray cascading over her body.

"You in there, Aunt Millie?" Eric said from outside the door.

"Yes, and I need some soap," Millie cried out. Not only could the boy bring the soap in, he could stay and join her in the shower.

"Where is it, Auntie?" the boy said.

"In the linen closet outside," Millie said.

On the stairway, Laura stood still and watched her son walk into the bathroom and close the door behind him. What's going on in there? she thought to herself. She'd been living in her brother's home long enough so that nothing shocked her anymore.

She tiptoed over to the bathroom door and pressed her ear against it. That devil, Millie, she thought. She's going to fuck Eric in the shower.

When Eric walked into the bathroom and handed his aunt the soap, he made no move to leave. She pushed the shower curtain aside and wrinkled her nose.

"Waiting for an invitation?" she said.

The boy grinned. "You bet."

"You're invited," she winked.

"Oh, boy!" Eric said as he stripped his clothes off.

Millie left the shower curtain open and watched the boy undress as she soaped herself. She rubbed her lathered hands over her full firm tits and her pussy oozed when her nephew's prick came into view. It was true it wasn't as big as John's, but there was something sweet about it. John's cock was so big, she always had trouble sucking it, while Eric's was just the right size.

She massaged the lather into her cunt-muff. God, she loved giving head! She salivated at the prospect of having Eric's prick in her mouth. She'd bob her head back and forth and take his knob all the way into her throat.

She knew Laura suspected something was going on between them. And although Millie and Laura had become very close, Millie hadn't admitted it. There was something perverse about telling the boy's mother she was fucking him. And it was a secret she preferred keeping for the present.

Now Millie raised one leg and washed her soft inner thighs and the hairy lips of her pussy. Eric stepped into the shower and closed the curtain, his eyes glued to her stroking hands.

"You like?" she teased, holding her cuntlips apart and showing him the red meat of her pussy.

He nodded and licked his lips. "Sure."

When the soap slipped out of Millie's hand, she bent over to get it and the lips of her cunt spread wider. She turned her head and giggled.

"Are you getting a good look at my asshole?" she said.

He grinned. "Yeah."

"Did you ever cornhole a girl?" she said.

"Nope."

"Interested?"

He snickered and looked down. "Sure."

Millie wantonly squeezed her tits and pointed her nipples at the boy's face. "Maybe I'll let you some time."

Her tits tingled as she teased the boy. She rubbed herself against his arm and nibbled his earlobe. She took his hand and forced it between her legs and in a moment he was caressing her cunt.

"You like fucking me, don't you?" she said.

He nodded and rubbed his fingers around her pussy.

"Do you like fucking me better than girls your own age?"

"Yeah."

"How come?"

"I think women my mom's age are real sexy."

Millie raised her eyebrows. "Have you ever fucked your mother?"

"Hell, no! She'd never let me!"

"How do you know if you've never tried?"

The boy thrust his finger inside his aunt's twat. "I just know," he muttered.

"That's nice, darling, but put another finger in," she said and the boy obediently added a second finger to her pussy. "That's better," she said. "Now slide them in and out and rub my clittie while you do it. Now, then, what makes you think your mother isn't a sexy lady too? Or do you think I'm a tramp?"

He grimaced. "Oh, no, I don't think you're a tramp, Aunt Millie."

She gently rubbed her tits and thrust her pussy at his stroking fingers. "Then what is it? Your mother doesn't even have a husband around to take care of her sexual needs. I do. And still I let you fuck me." She sighed. "You must think I'm a tramp."

"Jesus, Aunt Millie, I think you're the greatest," the boy said and he looked so earnest Millie took pity on him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed up against him. "I know you do, sweetie," she said. "And I think you're the greatest too. And I love, no, I adore your body. Hold me tight. Real tight. I love when you hold me like that."

They stood together under the shower spray hugging. She poked her tits into the boy's chest and grabbed his asscheeks in her hands.

"I love you, Aunt Millie," he whispered in her ear.

"Oh, honey, we're going to have such a good time," she said. "Maybe I'll bend down right now and let you fuck me under the shower. Do you think you'd like that? I know I would."

"Jesus, Auntie, whatever you say!" The boy's face was flushed and his upper lip twitched.