Tom Allison - Naughty,naughty family

Felicia's shameless obscenities excited Gardner to go faster, ramming his cock to the balls in the hairy, gurgling slit of her cunt hole. He lay on top of her without moving, savoring the pressure of her pussy muscles around his rock-hard prick.

Slowly he began to fuck his meat into her, excitedly watching her big, stiff-nippled tits jiggle and quiver as he fucked her cunt full of his cock.

Felicia gasped and wrapped her arms about his shoulders, groaning as her cunt was pleasured by his fucking prick. Gardner fucked her pussy faster and harder. Felicia energetically worked her hips to meet his fuck strokes, bouncing her ass off the floor.

"Faster, Mr. Gardner! Fuck my pussy as hard as you can!" Her moans were more like shrieks, driving him on to consummate her lust. "Aw, my pussy's so hot! It's sucking on your cock, it needs your prick to cum! Fuck meeeee, fuck me haaard!"

Gardner fucked her as hard as he could, pounding her ass onto the living worn carpet with every thrust. Felicia knew that the sounds of their humping might have been audible through the whole apartment building. She didn't care. Her cunt was hot. She had to cream.

"I'm cumming!" she gasped suddenly. Her tight pussy spasmed around his cock, clutching it needfully as the heat gushed through her belly. "Fuck me, unh unh, fuck my cunt! I'm cuuummmiiinnngggg!"

Simultaneously Gardner fucked his aching, burning prick into her cunt bush, shooting his second load into her wet teenaged pussy. Felicia's ecstatic cum was intensified by the white torrent of jism shooting into her pussy, filling her cunt as his cum splattered on the slippery inner walls of her pussy tunnel.

She moaned deliriously, thanking him for the pleasure his cock had given her pussy.

Her moan also let her father – who had just come home from work, and was now standing with his car to the apartment door, an astonished look on his face – know that his daughter was fucking another man.

After impulsively sucking and fucking her son, Cynthia felt more ashamed of herself than ever before in her life. She was sure that she would never be able to face Randy again, never be able to meet his eyes without blushing horribly in humiliation. It wouldn't have surprised her if he never came home from school.

She spent the day in an orgy of guilt and lust, blaming herself for giving in to her incestuous passions, while fingerfucking herself endlessly as she remembered her son's huge fucking cock. When she heard the front door open in mid-afternoon, and heard Randy's footsteps bouncing up the stairs to his room, she jacked off harder than ever.

For the rest of the afternoon she avoided him, retreating to her room whenever she heard her son stir upstairs. But there was no avoiding a confrontation at dinner. At six Cynthia took a quick shower to wash her dripping pussy, then dressed in a dress that showed no cleavage and fell to her knees. Then she called Randy down for supper.

Randy trotted downstairs and looked at her in a friendly manner, but Cynthia blushed in shame and averted her, eyes. Randy shrugged and took his place at the dinner table. Cynthia served him and sat down hr silence.

But Randy showed no desire to initiate conversation, and after awhile the quiet was more than Cynthia could bear. She desperately wanted to talk about their fuck session that morning, to explain to him that she'd lost control of herself and that it could never happen again. But she just couldn't say that. At least small talk was better than nothing.

"Well!" Cynthia exclaimed brightly. "How was your day at school today?"

Randy shrugged and chewed a sprig of broccoli. "Okay. How 'bout yours."

"Just fine!" Cynthia lied. "Have you ever heard of Terrini's? It's a new market downtown."

"Nope."

"Well, they're famous for their vegetables, and after tasting this broccoli I have to agree. Don't you think, Randy? Isn't this the best you've ever had? Here, let me get you some more."

Too nervous to sit still, Cynthia picked up the serving tray, walked around the dining room table and stood next to Randy to spoon some more broccoli on his plate. Her face was still flushed with tension, but she did her best to smile lovingly.

Then Randy shocked her by running his hand up her shapely thigh and squeezing her ass through the dress.

Cynthia just stood there with the serving tray in her hands, too shocked to move. Randy put his hand under her dress. Lewdly and shamelessly he massaged her soft thighs, then pushed his fingers under her panties and squeezed and kneaded her naked ass cheeks.

"R-Randy, you stop that," Cynthia said nervously, as her cunt began to throb. "What's gotten into you?"

"Come on, Mom. Knock off the shit."

It was a wraparound dress which had never been meant to show a glimpse of thigh. But Randy pulled the halves completely apart, baring his mother's long, naked legs and her hairy pussy triangle through her sheer panties.

Cynthia shuddered as her son pulled the panty crotch away from her cunt. Then he slipped his fingers into her pussy, separating the pouting folds of her hairy wet pussy.

"God, Mom! Your cunt really feels good!"

"R-Randy, I have something I have to say to you." Cynthia managed to put down the serving tray before it fell to the floor. "What we did this morning… well, I'm the one who initiated it, but what we did was very wrong. I enjoyed… having intercourse with you very much, darling, but we must never do it again."

"Bullshit, Mom."

Randy tugged her panties over the rounded cheeks of her plump ass, skinning them down her long legs. Cynthia stiffened and did nothing to stop him as he wrapped his hands tightly around the spongy globes of her ass.

Turning on his chair, Randy pushed his face onto the dark triangle of her pussy. Instinctively, helplessly, Cynthia spread her feet on the floor. Randy pushed out his tongue and stuck it deep inside her cunt.

"Oh, Mom, your pussy tastes so good," he sighed. "I've wanted to suck your cunt for so Goddamn long!"

He squeezed her ass cheeks harder, rolling them between his fingers. Then he started to eat out her creaming pussy in earnest, darting his tongue rhythmically in and out of the wet, aching slit. Cynthia's pussy lips pulsed as he slid his lips up and down her pussy furrow; her clit swelled painfully, rising from its fleshy hood.

"No-no-nnnooo, Randy," she gasped, her voice breaking. "I'm your mother. Can't have sex with your mother… unh God, nooo, don't suck Mom's cunt…"

Randy ignored her, gulping audibly as he tongued up the cunt oil from the foaming lips of his mother's pussy. Shamefully Cynthia glanced at his crotch, and her eyes widened as she saw the gigantic stiff cock stretching the inseam of his jeans.

Impulsively she lowered her hand and squeezed his big prick. Then she started rocking her ass, whimpering and sighing as her horny teenage son ate out the pussy he'd come from years before.

"Wrong, son," she shuddered. "So wrong to suck your mother. Unhhhh! Oh, Randy! Lick my pussy, darling. I can't help myself. Suck my cunt good."

Randy ground his lips on her steaming fuck hole, fucking his tongue deep into the bright pinkness of her pussy tunnel; Cynthia could barely stand as she felt the cum spasms beginning in her belly.

"Make me cum!" Needfully she held the back of his head and started humping her ass, fucking her wet cunt all over her son's face. "Gonna cum, gonna cream! Suck me, Randy, suck off my clit!"

Randy wrapped his lips tightly around his mother's red, ravished clit. He sucked it hard, as if trying to pull it from her body. Cynthia's screams nearly shook the house.

"Cumming now! Aww God, I can't help it, you suck my pussy so good. Suck harder! Suck my cunt, I'm cuuummmiiinnngggg!"