Tom Allison: Hot orgy family

Her pussy exploded around his prick, ravaged by one spasm after another. Karen came for nearly a minute, moaning and shrieking as her pussy was pleasured by the violent thrusts of the paperboy's prick.

The first thing she realized when she came to was how violently he was now fucking his cock into her, and how incredibly stiff his prick felt in her cunt. She had to make him pull out right away, she realized, or he would waste the load she desperately craved to feel spurting up her asshole.

"Take it out, Ricky!" she gasped. "Please, I can't take it anymore! I'll show you another way to cum!"

Obediently, though reluctantly, Ricky withdrew his hard-on from the syrupy slit of her cunt. Karen had to suppress a lewd chuckle as she glanced at his cock over her shoulder. The meaty prickshaft throbbed and twitched violently up and down, so full of blood and jism that it was a wonder his cum didn't spray all over the floor.

Karen reached behind her back and dug her fingers into the small, peach-shaped cheeks of her ass. Then she spread them wide, showing her horny paperboy the pink, hairless ring of her asshole.

"Oh, fuck," Ricky whispered.

"Fuck me there, Ricky!" Shamelessly Karen flexed her asshole muscles, making the little circle pucker and throb before his eyes. "Can't you see how it is? Oh, Ricky, my asshole needs your big cock right now!"

Ricky's cock grew even longer at the thought of fucking his prick up her ass tunnel. More assuredly now, he centered his spongy, leaking cockhead on her asshole. Then he pushed down hard, and Karen groaned in ecstasy as her ass muscles spread to admit the swollen length of his cock.

"Yes, Ricky, it's making me so hot!" Karen pulled her ass cheeks farther apart, wantonly wiggling her hips to help her teenage lover pack her asshole full of his cock. "Fuck it into me, Ricky! Stuff my asshole with your huge fucking dick!"

Ricky grunted like a bull as he humped behind her, fucking inch after inch of his hard-on into the rubbery heat of her asshole. Her asshole was much tighter than her pussy, and he could barely restrain himself from shooting his wad instantly as he felt the strong ass muscles sucking repeatedly around his prick.

His hands continued to maul and tug her huge tits, as if he were intent upon pulling them from her body. Karen screamed as he lunged over her, fucking his cock to the balls in the burning heat of her asshole.

"So goooood!" She lay panting happily beneath him, feeling her ass muscles convulsively suck and clasp his blue-veined prick. "Feels so Goddamn big! Hump my asshole, lover! Ram that cock in and out!"

Clinging to her tits, Ricky started fucking the housewife's ass with long, brutal strokes of his twitching, oozing prick. Soon he could feel Karen's asshole loosening and lubricating before the repeated strokes of his cock, wetly sucking his dick as he hammered it into her burning asshole.

"Make me cum, Ricky!" Grimacing obscenely, Karen pushed her fingers through her pussy curls and hungrily buried two fingers in the dripping slit of her cunt. "Fuck my asshole, Ricky!" Shamelessly she jacked off her pussy as he reamed her, rolling her clit violently under her thumb. "Unhhh! Feels so fucking big and stiff! Fuck me harder, make my asshole cream!"

The paperboy's prick was as stiff as it had ever felt, and his balls felt like lead. He panted as he fucked Karen's gripping asshole as hard as he could. "Gonna cum," he moaned softly. "Oh shit, Mrs. Douglas… I can't hold it… your asshole sucks my cock!"

"I'm cumming too, Ricky!" Karen screamed. She whipped up her lithe hips in a frenzy of desire, fucking her pussy with her fingers and pounding her ravaged asshole back to meet the strokes of Ricky's prick. "Yes Jesus, fuck meeeeee! Cumming, lover, cuuummmiiinnnggg!"

Ricky quivered lasciviously as her cumming, puckering asshole sucked tightly around his fucking cock, milking the bone-like hardness at the center of his prick. With a satisfied moan he fell on top of her, fucking his throbbing prick all the way into her pulsating ass.

Then Karen squealed in ecstasy as she felt his hot jism squirting into her ass, soothing the burning walls of her asshole with thick, gushing cum.

A lewd smile spread across her lips as she felt the paperboy's prick cumming inside her. She flexed her ass-muscles around his squirting prick, letting her asshole milk out every drop.

"I wish I could at least get out of bed by myself," Phil said helplessly. Karen's tall, muscular, eighteen-year-old son, her youngest boy, shook his head as he watched her soap his leg. "It's really embarrassing having you do this for me, Mom. I feel like a little kid."

"There's nothing wrong with feeling like a kid every once in awhile, darling," Karen cooed. Sitting beside him as he lay on his back on the mattress, she dipped the washcloth into the bucket of water and soaped farther up his thigh. "Even your father lets me mother him every once in awhile. Now you just relax and let me do the worrying, okay?"

Phil sighed, folded his arms behind his head and said nothing. His body was lean and beautifully muscled, naked except for a towel covering his crotch.

Karen knew that in a minute she was going to have to lift that towel to wash his prick, and the prospect both frightened her and made her tremendously horny. Little did her son know how stiff her nipples were, how hot and juicy her pussy felt with its overflow of fuck cream. Deep down inside she knew that she was finally going to give in to the shameful desire of fucking her own boy.

She'd always managed to suppress the wanton craving in the past, venting her incestuous lust with studs like Ricky. But neither of her sons had ever had an injury like this, either.

It happened to Phil the other day in football practice, a muscle spasm in his lumbar erectors that made it impossible for him to walk without intense pain. Such spasms weren't serious, and the team physician had promised that Phil would be back on his feet in a week if he just stayed in bed.

But that meant that Karen had to stay home and do everything for him in the meantime, from bringing him his meals to giving him a sponge bath. It was only noon now, and she knew no one else would be home for many hours. The circumstances were so unavoidably good for her youngest son's seduction.

She continued to wash his body diligently, soaping and rinsing his thighs, chest, arms, shoulders and hard muscular stomach. Then there was nothing to do but lift the edge of the towel. Phil blushed as soon as she touched it.

"I… I think I can do that, Mom," he said, and tried to reach for the washrag. But instantly his face contorted with pain, and he had to let his head fall back to the pillow.

"Don't be such a little warrior, darling," Karen chided, taking the sponge from him.

"You can't move, and that's all there is to it. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I am your mother, you know."

Phil muttered something and stared at the ceiling. Karen lifted the towel off, exposing her teenager's prick. Then she felt her pussy burn with lust, and she knew that soon she'd have to take his cock down her throat.

His was a big prick. Phil's prick was flaccid, but hung on the hairy, wrinkled sac of his balls like a thick tube of meat, capped by a fat, spongy cock-knob. Karen soaped the washrag all around his well hung prick, never taking her eyes off his prick.

Then she sponged his balls, and then, saying something to the effect that his prick got dirty too, she started to wash his prick.

And immediately his prick started to get stiff. Phil's face contorted miserably with humiliation, but there was no restraining the hot swelling of his cock. Within seconds his prick was throbbing and as hard as bone, rising out of his short hairs to quiver lewdly over his stomach.