Tom Allison - Naughty,naughty family

Randy's face was already a mask of lust as he fucked his prick up his mother's shitter, feeling the rubbery ass tunnel he'd fantasized about suck tightly around his cock. Skillfully he wiggled his ass, corkscrewing his prick deeper and deeper between her blushing ass cheeks.

"Aw, Randy, I love it, I love your cock!" Cynthia dropped her head to her folded arms, letting her huge tits dangle over the sheets. Her pussy drooled heavily as Randy fucked a third, then a half, then two thirds of his stone-hard cock into her asshole. "I think I'm gonna cum already! Oh fuck me, Randy, fuck my asshole as hard as you want!"

With an obscenely pleasurable sigh, Randy fucked every inch of his prick into the rubbery grip of his mother's asshole. Instantly he felt her ass tunnel flexing convulsively around his cock, as if to milk it all the way into her belly.

The pressure was delicious. Gasping, the naked boy lay crouched on top of his mother, feeling his cum-swollen hard-on ooze jism deep inside her bowels. Then he started to fuck his cock steadily in and out of her ravished asshole, fucking her deeper and faster with every stroke.

"Aw!" Cynthia gasped. "Oh, Randy! I love it! Fuck me harder!"

Fucking my asshole, she thought shamelessly. My teenage son's enormous cock, rooting up my ass. His dick, feels so good in my asshole. There's nothing more I can do with my son.

Randy slid his hands up his mother's waist, wrapping his fingers around her huge rounded tits. He squeezed and milked them lustfully, rubbing his palms on the crimson nipples to make them stiffen like little pebbles.

At the same time his hips pumped faster and faster, fucking his blood-engorged cock to the depths of her sucking ass tunnel. Soon he was reaming out his mother's asshole as hard as he could, making the bed creak and shake as they incestuously fucked.

"I'm cumming, Randy!" Cynthia impulsively thrust her fingers through her pussy curls, burying two in her dripping, churning cunt. She fingerfucked her pussy hard and fast, rolling her clit as the spasms began to gush through her loins. "Fuck my asshole! Harder, Randy! Fuck me harder, up my ass, my asshole's cuuummmiiinnngggg!"

Randy fucked his prick into his mother's cumming asshole, moaning as the cum bloated his prick to an even greater stiffness. Then he came too, shooting pints of thick, salty cum into her puckered asshole. Cynthia squealed like a bitch in heat as the walls of her ravaged asshole were soothed by her son's hot squirting jism.

"I love you, Randy!" she cried. "Keep fucking me! Don't ever stop fucking me!"

There was no turning back now. She would never try to resist her lewd cravings for her son's hard-on again.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Felicia blurted suddenly. "Why are you being so mean to me?"

They sat on the living room couch side-by-side, sipping drinks as they watched a comedy rerun on the TV. Felicia was dressed in a nightie which clung to the curves of the naked teenage body beneath it. She wiggled close to her father on the couch and looked at him thoughtfully.

He'd fucked her good and hard when he'd finally come home from work, after Mr. Gardner left, and she'd given his prick a good sucking after dinner. But there was something wrong in his manner, something reserved. Felicia wanted to fuck some more, but, it bothered her that she almost felt reluctant to ask her dad for more of his prick.

Something was bothering him.

"Nothing," Ted said tersely and kept his eyes on the set.

"Dad, please, something's bothering you!" Felicia whined. "Don't lie to me! Did I do something wrong? Tell me what it is!"

There was a long silence. Ted frowned and looked pensively at the floor. His voice was a flat monotone when he spoke again.

"Felicia, have you ever fucked anyone besides me?"

Felicia thought of confessing her fuck session with Mr. Gardner, but quickly decided against it. "No, Dad. You've got the only cock I want. Why do you ask?"

"Now don't lie to your father." Ted turned and looked at her challengingly. "Are you sure you've never fucked anyone else?"

"N-no, Dad," Felicia replied, blushing fiercely as she realized how brazenly she had lied. "Please don't say things like that to me!"

"What about this afternoon? With Chet Gardner?"

There was a long silence. Felicia's eyes opened wide, and she parted her lips as if to speak.

But there was nothing to say. Her father had caught her lying and caught her fucking. Slowly Felicia bowed her head as her cheeks flushed red with shame.

"How did you know?" she asked softly.

"I didn't come home at five today," Ted said quickly. "I came home at three-thirty. And the first thing I heard when I put the key in the door was the two of you fucking like a couple of rabbits. So I took off and came back later. Felicia, do you realize what you just did?"

Her father's accusing question hung in the air. Felicia's blush deepened.

"I… I lied to you, Dad. I'm sorry."

"Okay," Ted said grimly. "Who else have you fucked beside Chet Gardner?"

Felicia quickly looked up with tearful glistening eyes. "No one, Dad! I swear to God, he was the only one. He… he seduced me! Well, no, not quite, but it was his idea in the first place. I was so horny, Dad! I couldn't stand to wait for you to come back from work and fuck me!"

Ted frowned and turned his attention back to the television set. "I don't see how I can believe anything you ever tell me again."

"No, Dad!" Felicia squealed. "Please don't say that! I couldn't stand for you not to believe me! Oh please forgive me, Dad, please, please!"

She flung herself on top of him, planting quick kisses on his neck and all over his face. Ted smiled slightly, then frowned even more darkly. On sudden impulse Felicia threw herself across his lap on her stomach.

"Spank me, Dad!" she cried. "Go ahead and spank me!"

Ted looked at her curiously. "What?"

"Go ahead, Dad! I deserve it! Spank my ass until it's raw!"

There was a long pause. Felicia wiggled expectantly on her father's lap, making her small plump ass jiggle under the nightie.

Then she felt her father's hand lifting the nightie higher, higher, until the hem was around her waist. Felicia felt the cool air on her bare ass cheeks, felt her father's eyes staring at her.

"Go ahead, Dad!"

Then his hand came down, slapping directly on the cleavage of her ass. Felicia yelped and almost tried to wiggle away. But her father caught her arm and started to beat her ass hard and fast, walloping his broad hand on her ass cheeks.

"Aw, Dad, not so hard!" she cried. "You're hurting meeeeee!"

"You wanted it," Ted whispered tersely. "Now don't complain about how hard you get it!"

He spanked her ass very hard, whipping her ass cheeks as hard as if he'd been using the back of a brush. Tears soon streamed from his naked daughter's eyes, and she cried out in genuine agony. Her ass cheeks stung and burned as they jiggled under the raining blows of her dad's hand.

"Not so hard, Dad! Aww, you're hurting me! I'm sorry, stop spanking me! I'll never fuck him again!"

"Bad girl," Ted whispered. "Bad, bad…"

Then Felicia started to get very hot.

One of the reasons she'd suggested the spanking was because she remembered getting them as a little girl. Bare ass and squalling over her father's lap… they'd always hurt, but in a way they'd also turned her on.

It was finally starting to turn her on now. As the burning in her ass cheeks worsened, Felicia felt a horny heat coursing into her cunt. Her clit stiffened; her hairy pussy lips leaked hornily with thick fuck juice.

"Unhhh!" Felicia started to hump her pussy on her father's knee as her father whipped her ass. "Oh, Dad… Dad, unhhhh…"

Ted stopped spanking her. He watched as his horny teenage daughter shamelessly continued to dry-hump his leg. Spreading her thighs slightly, he extended his finger and pushed it into her curly haired pussy.