Tom Allison: Hot orgy family

Sally could feel her cunt burning, and she knew she was about to cum. "Harder," she shrieked, her voice rising as the burning pleasure built in her cock-filled cunt. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Gonna cum, Uncle Bob, gonna cum!"

Bob fucked his rock-hard prick into her slippery pussy, wincing as her cunt lips nipped the fucking shaft of his cock. He dropped his head to her bosom, opened his mouth wide and took one dusky-pink nipple deep into his mouth.

"Cumming!" Sally clutched his head as he sucked her big tits, whipping her ass in a frenzy off the bed. "Fuck, fuck harder! Unghhh! My pussy… oh, my hot pussy, it's exploding, oh, oh, I can't stand it! Fuck my cunt, I'm cuuuummmmmmiiinnnnggggg!"

Bob grunted and fucked his teenage niece faster and faster as she came beneath him, grimacing as his fucking prick was milked by her cumming cunt. In the midst of her cum, Sally felt his prick rowing even stiffer inside her and felt his hairy balls slapping heavily on the crack of her ass.

"Ah shit, Sally," Bob gasped. "Popping my nut, baby, shooting my fucking nut, ahhhhh…"

He collapsed between her thighs, fucking his prick all the way into her burning cunt. Sally squealed with excitement as she felt hot goo flooding into her pussy, splashing onto the innermost depths of her just-fucked cunt.

Repeatedly the foaming white fuck cream flooded out of his piss hole, as if his balls had an endless reservoir of jism. Sally felt his cum pumping violently into her cunt, filling her little pussy completely with his salty load. Then she felt cum dripping out of her hairy pussy around his cock, running luridly down her asscheeks to form a puddle on the sheets.

Slowly Bob pulled his still-throbbing prick from the wet tunnel of her pussy. The incestuous couple shared a wanton embrace, rubbing their sweaty naked bodies together, thrusting their tongues into each other's mouth as they kissed.

"I'm going to keep fucking you, Sally," he whispered hoarsely. "It's okay so long as your daddy doesn't find out. Every night from now on I'm gonna come here and give your pussy a good, hard fucking!"

With that he left, climbing off the bed and shutting the door silently behind him. Sally lay naked and panting on the wet sheets, staring at the ceiling. She knew her uncle would come back, that he would keep his promise. And she knew she would let him do whatever he liked.

Sally's mother, Karen, had what she described as an obscene body, in that it attracted immediate attention from the opposite sex, and the attention was always sexual.

She was a slender woman, with narrow legs and a small ass and a very delicate bone structure, like a pubescent girl. But her tits were huge, much larger than Sally's, two melon shaped, spongy globes that jiggled in even the most restrictive bras and were capped by silver-dollar-sized nipples so red they were nearly purple.

Brunette Karen was thirty-eight now, and there were laugh lines around her lips and eyes, but she was still very proud of the fact that she'd maintained the mouthwatering voluptuousness of her body. Men still drooled at her on the street, and her husband was still eager to give her a good fucking whenever her pussy required it.

But that wasn't enough for Karen, who'd been born with an extremely high sex drive. She craved strange cock, and she craved prick most of all. Since her marriage, she'd fucked many times with horny teenagers, momentarily satiating her lust as she pumped her pussy on their ever-hard teenaged cocks.

And in recent months, Karen had found herself desperately attracted to her two sons.

Mike and his younger brother Phil were both very handsome, strapping studs who, Karen knew, fucked the asses off of lots of horny women in their suburban neighborhood. A number of times she'd caught glimpses of their pricks in the raw, and her pussy had always tingled when she'd seen that her boys were so awesomely well-hung.

Secretly she wanted to suck and fuck their big pricks, to take their creamy cum as it shot down her throat or into her milking pussy. In the past few months she'd begun fingerfucking herself to thoughts of them, imagining that one of her boys had decided to fill the wet, needy fuck hole between his mother's legs.

It was two o'clock now. She was alone in the house, and she'd been so horny all day that she had trouble concentrating on her housework. Absentmindedly she walked around her living room with a dust mop, dressed in a pair of skimpy white shorts and a pullover jersey that stretched over her enormous, braless tits.

Karen could feel her huge tits jiggling under the top as she moved, the fat purplish nipples protruding through the sheer fabric. Every so often she stopped dusting to rub her aching pussy through the shorts.

The doorbell rang. Karen glanced out the window before answering it and immediately felt the wet heat in her pussy grow much worse. It was Ricky Crawford, the paperboy, with the burlap courier sack over his shoulder and the collection book in his hands.

Karen had wanted to suck his prick the first time, she'd seen his handsome, innocent face and lean muscled body. She knew she should at least put on a bra before receiving him, but Karen mischievously threw open the door just as she was, greeting the innocent paperboy with a magnificent view of her huge tits.

At the sight of her over endowed bosom, Ricky's cock quickly began to grow down the insides of his leg. "Collection time, Mrs. Douglas," he said nervously.

"Of course, Ricky." Karen felt her nipples grow even stiffer as she held the door open for him. "Have a seat on the couch while I get my purse."

Ricky sat nervously on the edge of the couch cushion when she returned with her handbag, with his legs crossed in a futile attempt to hide his upthrust hard-on. Karen saw his eyes rivet to her chest as she returned to the living room, following the jello-like wiggle of her huge tits as she moved.

"Five-fifty, isn't that right, Ricky?" She smiled and handed him the money. "But I wish I'd known you were coming today. I was just going to the bank, and I don't have a thing for your tip."

"Oh, that's okay." Ricky grinned sheepishly, trying to keep his gaze off her body. Karen smirked, feeling she could practically read his mind. He was probably dying to go home and beat off to thoughts of her figure.

"No, it's not okay, Ricky," Karen said softly. "You've been a very good paperboy for us this month. You always put the paper in one of those little sacks when it rains, and you always throw it right on the stoop. I've got to give you something."

And with that she pulled off her top and tossed it to the floor, revealing her mammoth tits.

"Jesus Christ!" Ricky gasped.

"What's the matter, Ricky? Don't you like looking at my titties?" Karen asked evenly, stepping close. "You know you've been staring at them ever since I opened the door. Aren't they big, Ricky? Look at how stiff and red my nipples are. You'd like to suck them, wouldn't you? Just like a little boy."

Ricky could only gape at her, as his cock throbbed wildly in his jeans. With her pussy creaming in her shorts, Karen knelt on the floor before the couch and pushed his thighs apart. Impatiently her fingers fumbled with the zipper of his pants.

"But first I want to suck something you've got, lover," she said huskily. "Have you ever had your dick sucked, Ricky? I'll bet you'll like it a lot better than a lousy fifty-cent tip."

Hurriedly she tugged his pants and shorts down to his ankles, slipping them over his tennis shoes onto the floor. His cock sprang eagerly out of confinement, throbbing and bloated to the point of bursting with its engorgement of blood.

Karen had cheated on her husband with, a lot of teenage studs during her marriage, but it always amazed her how disproportionate a boy's cock could be to the rest of his body.