Tom Allison - Mommy_s horny darlings

The bed heaved and creaked beneath them, and their bellies slapped sweatily together as they eagerly fucked. Laura's head continued to toss and turn, her face a mask of ecstasy as the juicing heat built around his stabbing cock.

"Fuck me, Paul! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She whipped up her ass harder and harder, grunting obscenely as she ground her hairy hole onto the root of his cock, encouraging him to fuck her pussy as hard as he could.

Her nipples were very stiff, quivering atop the bouncing tits. Even her asshole was tight and puckered as more heat flowered in her belly. I'm cumming, Laura thought. I'm already cumming.

"Fuck me harder, Paul! Now, now! I'm making it! Unngghh! Oh shit, honey, oh fucking shit! I'm cumming, cuuummiinnggg!"

Her cunt contracted in a series of long, exquisite spasms, nursing almost mechanically around the hammering shaft of his cock. Paul moaned as his wife came beneath him, feeling the jism well up in his nuts.

Then he collapsed on her sweating nakedness, stabbing his cock to the hilt in her buttery cunt. The pent-up load of juice rushed up from his balls, spurting torrentially into his wife's pussy. He didn't stop fucking her until the last drops had burned out of the head of his cock until he'd shot off every bit of his thick, sticky cum.

And then Peggy left her place outside the door, rushing quickly back to her room, being careful not to make too much noise. Her pussy was burning violently and was so wet with cunt cream that she could feel it squishing between her tender young thighs as she moved.

Gotta fuck him, Peggy thought. The mental image of her daddy's cock was burned in her brain: throbbing, pulsing, jerking. Gotta fuck him, gotta fuck him! Gotta fuck with Daddy's cock!

"Want a drink, Peggy?"

"Naw, I don't think so, Uncle Sam. I think I'm a little too young for liquor."

"It won't hurt you any. I won't tell if you don't."

"Well… I still think I'd rather not." Sam shrugged and poured himself a stiff two shots of cheap gin from a gallon jug he kept on his dresser. Then he climbed back onto his bed and faced Peggy, who sat in a chair opposite him.

Paul's younger brother was a handsome guy at twenty-nine, with a lean, rangy body, boyish good-looks and a head full of thick, dark hair. But he was basically a bum, and no one in the family expected him to amount to any more than he already had.

He hadn't worked in a year, and with the recession there was little chance of him getting another job. He didn't try to look for work any more, and he had no source of outside income. Paul didn't seem to mind letting his aging kid brother live in his house and eat his food as long as he kept his drinking more or less to himself.

"To tell you the truth, this stuff hardly affects me anymore," Sam said, peering at the clear liquor in his glass. "I mean, I've drunk so much, I guess I've developed a pretty high tolerance. It's just like soda water to me. I haven't felt really drunk in years."

Peggy looked at her uncle, smiling at the way he deluded himself. She liked Uncle Sam. She trusted him, too, which was the reason she'd come to him with her problem about her father.

She wasn't going to tell him it was about her father, of course. But she was going to tell him she was awfully horny, and that she needed advice on how to get into a certain guy's pants.

It was a desperate move, Peggy knew, but the spectacle witnessed through the keyhole had occurred two nights before, and she couldn't stand it any longer. Her pussy was wet all the time, thinking about her daddy's prick.

It was the perfect time to talk to her uncle. Her brother, Randy, was out playing baseball, and her mom and dad wouldn't be home for hours.

"Now… you're sure you don't want some?" Uncle Sam asked, offering the glass again.

"Positive."

"Okay, honey." Sam folded his arms behind his head, putting the glass on the nightstand. "To what do I owe this unexpected visit? What's on my niece's pretty little mind?"

"Well… you got to promise to keep this a secret, Uncle Sam. I mean, this isn't the sort of thing I could talk about with Mom or Dad."

Sam nodded, looking suddenly interested. "Why sure thing, honey. If liquor don't make me drunk it's not about to make me talk either."

"You promise?"

"Sure I promise."

"Well… it's like… God, this is so embarrassing. I mean, I've never talked to an adult or anything about something like this."

"Well, just go ahead, honey. Spit it right out."

"Well, it's like… how do you go about getting a guy to… you know… to have sex with you?"

Uncle Sam had picked up his drink at that point, and he almost spilled it all over himself before taking a long swallow. There was a lot of interest in his eyes when he looked at his niece again, taking in her lushly formed body.

"See, there's… there's this guy I know," Peggy stammered. "And I really want to, you know, do it with him a lot. I mean, I really want to bad. But he… he just doesn't seem interested in me."

"Tell you the truth, I find that a little hard to believe, honey, considering the looks God saw fit to bestow upon you."

Peggy couldn't help being pleased by her uncle's compliment. She wore her usual hot weather ensemble of a tight t-shirt and denim cut-offs. The cut-offs were a little too short for her this season, and the blue fabric showed several inches of her ass cheeks. And there was no t-shirt that didn't look tight across her big tits.

"Well… thank you, Uncle Sam, but he still doesn't seem too interested."

"Uh, tell me something, Peggy. Do you have much experience in this sort of thing?"

"Well, I'm a virgin."

"A virgin? I see. So I guess you don't have much experience with a man's body."

Peggy blushed at her uncle's words. "No, I don't, really."

Uncle Sam put the drink down and sat up on the edge of the bed, patting the mattress beside him. If Peggy had been more experienced, she would have instantly understood the look in his eye.

"Have a seat here, honey. I think I'll show you everything you need to know to solve your little problem."

Peggy shrugged and sat close to her uncle on the bed, her huge tits jiggling seductively under her t-shirt. Her uncle took her hand and placed it on his upper thigh.

"Uncle Sam!" Peggy gasped. "What are you doing?"

"I'm giving you a demonstration, Peggy. There's one absolute best way to turn any man on. Now move your hand up my leg. Go on." The blush in Peggy's cheeks was very hot, but she was an obedient girl and, in a very important way, Uncle Sam was another parent to her. Shaking slightly, she slid her hand high up his leg. Soon she felt a thick bulge under her fingers, and knew it was his cock.

"Uncle Sam! I… I don't know if I ought to be doing this with you."

"You sure should, Peggy. What do you think you're going to be touching with this man friend of yours? There's one sure way to get any male horny, honey, and that's straight through his cock."

Taking hold of her hand again, Sam moved it square onto his crotch. "Rub it, Peggy. Squeeze my prick."

Blushing fiercely, the stacked teenager started to rub her uncle's cock. Almost immediately she felt it getting long and stiff under her fingers, swelling outward with blood.

"Am… am I doing it right?"

"You're doing it real good, Peggy. Feel the trunk growing? Squeeze it a little."

Running her fingers over his cock bulge, Peggy could feel the outline of the shaft and her uncle's cockhead. Pushing her fingers around the stalk, she stroked it lightly. Instantly his cock grew hard as a rock.

"Ahhhh. How's that feel to you, Peggy?" Peggy bit her lip with embarrassment.

"It-it's making me horny."

"It's going to make your friend pretty horny too, Peggy. Now pull down my zipper, honey. I have to show you what to do next."