Tom Allison - The family_s four-way suck

Shit, Johnny thought. Walking home from school the next afternoon, Tammy's big brother had a worried expression on his face. All day long it had been difficult to concentrate on his studies. The more he thought about it, the more he was sure his uncle was going to spill the beans to his mom. Fucking Tammy. Fucking his own sister, right up the ass! Johnny groaned as he hurried up the street, oblivious to the gentle breeze that had finally come in from the south to end the heat wave. All he could think of was the trouble he'd get into if his uncle talked.

Entering the big house, Johnny's first impression was that he was the only one home. Then he heard his mother whistling in the kitchen. He dropped his school books and hesitated for a moment. Then he bravely walked in to greet her. He'd already decided that it would be best to bring up the subject first, particularly now that they had a chance to talk privately.

Whistling as she dried the dishes, Lana Madison might, at first glance, have appeared as a vision of all-American motherhood – except for the wet need burning deep inside her hairy cunt. She was a beautiful woman in her late thirties, and one glance at her prominent bosom showed the world where Tammy had inherited her huge tits. Lana's long, wavy brown tresses framed her pretty face and cascaded around her huge tits. Her narrow hips flared into a ripe ass that was still devoid of excess fat, and, unlike her teenaged daughter, she had very long legs.

Lana looked like a chaste, moral woman, but her lustful nature belied her appearance. All her life she'd been very, very horny. The main reason she'd married her husband, Steve, was that he had the biggest cock she'd ever fucked, a long, thick tube of cock meat loaded with lots of sappy cum that had always been ready to spurt out at any moment. Even during her pregnancies with Johnny and Tammy, Steve had fucked her every night, usually a couple of times in a row. But in the past few days he hadn't been keeping up with his marital duties. Apparently the trouble with Tammy had upset him more than usual. Steve wasn't even coming to bed with a hard-on! Lana couldn't stand it. She needed lots of sex! As she stood at the kitchen sink in her dress and apron, it was hard not to put her fingers under her skirt and massage the burning lips of her cunt. Her pussy was so wet that the fuck juice had soaked through her panties. Lana didn't know how much longer she could go without a stiff, thrusting cock. "Hi, Mom." It was Johnny, smiling at her as he entered the kitchen. "I'm home."

"Hello, darling." Lana smiled at him warmly. "Have a seat at the kitchen table. I'll make you a little snack."

Lana glanced at her son over her shoulder as she put some cookies on a plate and poured a tall glass of milk for him. Johnny looked rather sheepish, fidgeting on the chair and looking at her nervously. Lana could tell he had something on his mind.

"Darling, what's bothering you today?" She looked at him lovingly as she set the plate and glass down in front of him. "Is there something you want to talk to me about? You're such a big boy now, you usually don't even say hello to your old mother when you come home from school."

"You're not old, Mom," Johnny said seriously, "You don't look old at all. You're one of the most gorgeous women I've ever seen. Hell, lots of my buddies are always saying how pretty you are."

"Why, thank you, darling," Lana murmured, blushing at the unexpected compliment. "Now what's on your mind?"

"Well…" Johnny blushed, averting his eyes. "You know, Tammy's been pretty, uh, upset about dad grounding her and all. She's used to a pretty active social life, and she gets pretty, uh, weird if she has to be cooped up."

"I know, darling," Lana sighed. "But don't you think this is something you should discuss with your father?"

"No, Mom, I really don't. You see… uh, now I don't want you telling dad about this, and I don't want you getting pissed off at Tammy, but, uh… well, the main reason Tammy likes to go out so much is that she likes to have lots of…"

"I know what Tammy likes a lot of, Son." Now Lana felt herself blushing, and the reddening of her cheeks was joined by the growing ache in her hairy cunt. For some reason the lewd thought of her daughter fucking her brains out with some horny boy thrilled her no end! "Okay, okay." Johnny fidgeted on the chair again, looking more nervous than ever. "See… now, really, this is mostly my fault. I mean, I take responsibility for the whole thing, all right. But, you know, Tammy being so, uh, anxious and all, she'll even go after someone she never would have thought of going after. And we were studying the other day together, for a long time, and, uh…"

"Son, what are you trying to tell me about you and your sister?" Lana's voice was unexpectedly firm, and Johnny found himself responding automatically. "Well, just that we, uh, messed around a little. I mean, nothing."

"Johnny!" Lana gasped. "Me you telling me that you had sex with your own…"

She stopped in mid-sentence, picking up the milk glass and taking a quick gulp. But she was so surprised that her hand shook, and Johnny gasped as all the milk tumbled onto the crotch of his tight jeans.

"Oh, Johnny! Your brand new pants!" His revelation momentarily forgotten, Lana hurried to the sink and automatically picked up a wash cloth. She knelt on the floor and busily started rubbing the front of her son's pants, oblivious to the fact that her fingers were molding his prick. "Oh Johnny, I'm very sorry, how clumsy of me," Lana said quickly. "What a thing you just told me! We are going to have to talk about this, and you're right, it's better that we don't mention it to your father." But Johnny didn't say anything, and after a moment Lana looked up into his face. Johnny's eyes were wide, and his expression was one of deep embarrassment. Then Lana looked down at his crotch. She gasped, dropping the wash cloth to the floor. Her efforts to scrub the milk out of his jeans had given him a gigantic hard-on that was throbbing obscenely through the denim. "Oh, Johnny!" Lana cried. "What an enormous cock you've got!" The obscene words came out of her mouth before she had a chance to stop them. Now Lana was blushing too, as she helplessly stared down at her son's stiff cock. Before her eyes it jerked and pulsed, and she could see how long and thick it was as the meaty prick shaft stretched down the inside of his pants.

"Oh, Johnny…" Lana hesitated only a moment, breathing hard. Then it was as if her lust overwhelmed her, and she gave in to her most secret, forbidden desires – the need to fuck her own son! Deftly her fingers pulled down his zipper. She opened the buckle and tugged his pants down to his knees. Now his cock was encased only in jockey shorts, and the meaty trunk showed clearly through the sheer fabric. The whole crotch was wet with the cock juice oozing out of the head.

"Mom," Johnny gasped deliriously. "Jesus, what're you doing to me?"

Lana didn't answer. She felt hypnotized by lust. Her pussy throbbed like a heart as she tugged the jockey shorts down too. Then she moaned at the sight of her boy's naked prick. Up it rose like a battering ram, throbbing and pulsing stiffly over his stomach. Lana stared at the thick vein seaming the underside of his prick, seeing the way light blue lines wound up the stem to the head. The knob was very fat and juicy-looking, covered with a glistening sheen of pre-cum.

"Oh, Johnny…" Lifting her hand, Lana lewdly wrapped her fingers around the swollen trunk of her son's cock. Furiously she started jacking on it, milking and tugging from root to knob, making more cock cream leak out of the tip. Then she pushed her fist to the root of his cock, holding it in position. Lana brushed the hair out of her eyes and lowered her head. She made a soft, submissive, gurgling sound as she stuffed the spongy crown down her throat.