Donna Allen - Hot coming family

She rose up from the bed and tied her robe tightly around her waist. She went to the door and was about to leave, but something made her stay.

Her heart raced and her cunt melted. She couldn't leave. She had to stay and see this thing through. Right or wrong, she had to have him.

She returned to the bed and sank down again. She bit her lip as she drew the blanket away from the boy's sleeping body. He stirred in his sleep and ground his teeth and she suppressed a gasp when she saw his cock.

It was huge!

Even soft, his cock was the biggest she'd ever seen.

His legs were covered with sun-bleached hair and his cock nestled against the biggest balls she'd ever seen. Compared with Eric's, John's were massive.

She had to touch it! There was no way she could resist putting her hand on the boy's cock. Holding her breath, she sat down on the bed and extended her arm.

The boy mumbled something in his sleep and turned his body until one leg was flung over the side of the bed. In the next moment he returned to his former position and once again his cock was visible to the trembling woman's eyes.

She moved her hand over his crotch and close to his prick. Her fingers shook as they approached him. His huge slab of boy-muscle lay against his thigh. The tiny slit in the tip winked at her and she felt a hot stirring in her pussy.

Her heart almost stopped when her fingers touched his cock. She was amazed at how well hung the boy was. He was bigger than his father.

With a tiny sigh, she sank to her knees and held her hand around the sleeping teenager's prick. She brought her wet lips toward him and hesitated. She held his balls in the palm of her hand and exhaled sharply.

She sniffed his boy-aroma and carefully pulled the blanket away from his body. He stirred and worked his hips silently and she felt dizzy with excitement and anticipation.

She lay on her side and extended her tongue. She barely touched his ball bag with the tip and then brought it to his cockshaft. The boy flung his arm over his chest and she hungrily, but lightly, pursed her lips around his prick-knob. She released it quickly. The last thing she wanted was to awaken him. How could she explain to her own son what she was doing in his room. Then she remembered this wasn't John's room. It was the guest room. The room Eric had been using. The boys had changed rooms for some reason. She'd tell John that. But then she'd have to explain what she was doing in Eric's room. It was all too confusing for the overheated mother.

I'll think about it later, she thought as she moistened her lips. I can't think about it now. I can't think straight now.

She was ravenous for another taste of her son's dick. She wanted to take his balls in her mouth and sink the ring of her lips from his cockhead to the root of his rod.

But she knew she had to move slowly and carefully, so she forced herself to make no noise and create little stir on the bed.

She rolled onto her belly and reached down to kiss his cock-bush. She blew lightly over his prick and watched the tiny blue veins on his shaft pulsate.

With a ragged moan, she opened her jaws wide and took the still-soft head of his dick into her mouth. Her mouth was filled with saliva and some of it leaked out and wet his ball-bag.

His cock began growing and soon his cock-head filled her mouth. He grunted in his sleep and she lightly massaged his shaft and nursed on his knob.

Her cheeks sank in as she inched her lips halfway down his dick. She used her fingers on the part nearest his cock-root. There was no way she could take the entire thing in her mouth. It was much too big.

She held his shaft in her fist and licked all around the flared rim under his cockhead. She polished his knob with saliva and licked up the jizz spewing out of his piss-slit.

She savored the sweetness of her son's man-juice and longed for more. She longed to have him come in her mouth even more than she longed to fuck him.

Ablaze now with sexual arousal, the big-assed brunette stuck her butt out and hovered on her belly over the sleeping boy. The lips of her wet cunt were throbbing and she moved one hand between her legs and touched herself.

She rubbed her finger up and down her horny slit while she took the teenager's prick into her hungry lips. She closed her eyes as she worked her cuntjuice into a froth.

John lay snoring, a smile on his face as he clenched and unclenched his fists. It looked to Millie as if he knew something nice was happening to him. Was it possible he was dreaming he was being sucked off? Was he having a wet dream?

When he worked his hips and tried to turn over onto his belly, she reached up and gently, but firmly placed a hand on his chest. He ground his teeth, but settled back down again.

She began breathing softly and curled her fingers around his prick. She squeezed and released and then squeezed again. And then the most incredible thing happened. Her pussy spasmed and she came and it was the sweetest orgasm she'd ever had. All the built-up tension of the past hours resulted in the most exquisite sensations coursing through her pussy.

Cunt-honey dribbled out of her gash and drenched her thighs and then John groaned and her hand was filled with his thick, whitish jism. The still-aroused mother held tightly to his dick while the rest of his spunk poured into her hand. When his body was still again, she carefully rose up and tiptoed to the door.

Back in her own room, she brought her spunk-covered hand to her face and sniffed it. She tentatively licked one finger and with a ragged sigh sucked two fingers into her mouth. Now I must have him, she thought, sucking the last of her spunk-covered fingers into her mouth. Now, God forgive me, I want my son to fuck me!

John held his palms over his sister's firm young tits and massaged them through the material of her tee-shirt. He pulled on her bra-less nipples and ground his hands against them.

"We shouldn't be doing this now, John!" the teenaged girl hissed. "Everyone's home and they might hear us."

The boy squeezed one tit and slipped his free hand over her bare midriff. He brought his lips down hard on hers and forced his tongue all the way into her mouth.

"So what?" he muttered, darting his tongue over her teeth and gums and sucking hers into his mouth. "They think we're studying."

The very young blonde shivered at the feel of her brother's tongue in her mouth. For the past few months they'd been having some hot necking sessions. John had been pressuring her to go all the way, but so far she'd managed to avoid it.

She was still a virgin and wanted to remain one. But in her heart she knew she'd probably give in to her older brother's demands. She always had. Ever since they were tiny children. She couldn't resist when John made her steal from the dime store as kids and now that they were teenagers she couldn't resist fucking him much longer. God, how hot she was!

Now he released her and broke the kiss. "If you don't let me fuck you soon, I'll be ruined for life," he said. He rubbed his crotch and grimaced. "It's real unhealthy for a guy to get excited and not release it."

The little blonde blushed deeply and lowered her eyes. She nodded and gazed at the mass inside his fly. John always talked about how much it hurt to have a hard-on and no way to release it. Once in a while she pumped it for him and once she even took it into her mouth for just a second. But she'd stopped short of going all the way.

Now a tiny smile broke over her pretty face. They were in John's room, sitting on the bed, and their parents thought they were studying for finals.

"I could take it in my mouth for a minute," she said brightly.

"Shit, that's nothing," he muttered.

He pushed her down on her back and climbed over her, crushing her tits with his chest. "John, what are you doing?" she gasped.