William Taylor: Play together family

His hand closed over the doorknob and gently twisted. It turned in his hand. She forgot to lock it he exclaimed silently, his heart pounding in his chest. He pushed it open a crack and peered within, and choked back the cry that rose in his throat.

His mother was naked, all right. But best of all she had her back to him, and he could see the wet pink ring of her asshole above her hairy, partly opened cunt.

Kate finally nerved herself up enough to turn her head slightly, checking the reflection in the mirror. She saw the bathroom door slowly opening, giving her young son an unhindered view of her naked body. Time seemed to stand still, to flow around the paralyzed mother and not touch her as her eyes bulged with shocked disbelief. There, in the mirror, was the skulking form of her son, and the front of his pants bulged with a gigantic lump!

"Oh, God!" she mumbled to herself, flushing a deep scarlet all the way down to her hanging, shivering tits. What could she do? Turn around and create an embarrassing fuss? The damage was done now. It was too late to protest. He'd already seen everything!

Then Kate saw Tommy rubbing the front of his pants. Her heart pounded with the realization that her horny son had gotten a hard-on by peeping at her naked body. But did she really mind all that much? Had she really forgotten to lock the door, or had she subconsciously wanted her son to see his mother's lush nakedness, to catch her masturbating? She only knew that she was intensely excited by Tommy's voyeurism.

She remembered a dream she'd had a few weeks ago, in which Tommy had been praising her big tits and telling her she should be posing for some men's magazine. The dream had caused her profound guilt at the time.

How can I be doing this? The excited mother wondered. Bent over like this! I know he can see my asshole, and he'll wonder why I don't straighten up. God, he's sure to suspect something!

But Tommy was in no condition to suspect anything. He was so overcome by the sight of his sexy mother's open, hairy pussy and bare, wobbling jugs showing between her shapely, parted legs, that she could have been wearing a dunce hat and duck's feet and he wouldn't have noticed them. His fingers trembled as he pulled his zipper down and fumbled for his dripping cock.

The truth was, Kate was afraid to straighten up. She was afraid that she might run and grab her son in her desperate passion. So she pretended to examine her toenails while still watching the mirror with her eyes. When she saw his movement she groaned with excited dismay. Tommy's cock was bobbing from his opened fly!

This was the first time Kate had seen her son's prick since he was a baby. It was husky and red tipped, and as he fisted it she saw the round tip swell.

"Ohhhh," she groaned softly. Her reaction to seeing her son's hard meat appalled her, but she couldn't control her emotions. Ten years! She thought. Thirty-five years old and I haven't been fucked in ten years! She felt that life was passing her by.

Kate knew that boys fantasized when they jerked off, and she flushed again as she realized that Tommy was using her body as the imaginary sheath for his hard cock. Her cunt contracted with the need for an orgasm.

Helpless to deny her body's needs, she squatted a little and rubbed the hot, wet lips of her lonely pussy. Oh, God, she thought, I'm giving him awful ideas about me!

The mirror caught the excited, wide-eyed expression off her son's handsome face as, still bent over, knees trembling, she played with her hairy twat, trying to erase the guilt and fear she harbored, trying to forget the crisis which was developing in her happy home.

Oh, if only her husband hadn't died with her sister's fiancЋ in that stupid car crash! But he had left a part of himself behind in Tommy.

Soon Tommy's excitement began to rub off on her. She was discovering how pleasurable it could be to have her forbidden cunt fingerings viewed by her son. She rubbed the swollen petals of her inflamed, droopy-lipped twat with exaggerated movements, her richly curved body shaking with perverse pleasure.

"Ummm," she sighed softly, strumming her out-thrust clit with her thumb while secretly watching her son's white-knuckled fist slide back and forth over his fat cockshaft.

Watching his eyes, Kate slipped two fingers into the drooling slot that had not been invaded by anything else in ten years. "Ahhhh," she moaned loudly, closing her eyes and tensing her quivering ass. Her throat sucked air noisily.

Tommy stared at the spread, bright pink petals of his mother's pussy as they surrounded her gently swirling fingers. The pouting, hanging folds gleamed with pussy honey, and he licked his lips. He beat his meat faster and harder.

Kate pumped her fingers furiously, but they weren't spreading her cunt as wonderfully as Jeff's cock had. She remembered her screams of passionate joy, and how her husband had grimaced as his scorching cum-wads jetted into her contracting cunt, bathing her torn cherry with soothing warmth. Jeff's handsome, grimacing face.

But now she was looking at Tommy's face. She saw his mouth hang open, and his eyes bulging, and then she saw him run his tongue around his lips. She knew where he was looking, and she shuddered.

And then her son's eyes closed tightly, as if he was in pain, and she dropped her gaze to see his fat-tipped cock spewing huge globs of white jism into his cupped hand.

"Uhhhh! Hunhhh!" Her son's orgasm brought on her own, and her tits and ass shook like jello as she came. She dropped to her knees on the bathroom floor. One hand continued working on her twitching pussy while the other grabbed at a heavily swinging tit. She hardly heard the latch on the door click as Tommy departed with a handful of sticky cum.

Danny stood naked before his sister, his fat cock waving in the air before her face. Martha was sitting on the edge of his bed, her dress hiked up to her waist. Danny had been surprised to find his sister walking around without undies, but he wasn't one to question a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak.

"Ever see one of these before?" he asked, making his cock jump up and down.

"No," Martha lied, fascinated by her close-up view of her older brother's cock. She tried to imagine how his cock had looked sinking into her mother's blonde-haired snatch, but all her mind could visualize was how her Uncle Walt's had looked going into Joan's tight pussy.

"Take hold of it," Danny said. "That's it! Use both hands. Now squeeze me a little. Yeah-h-h-h, ummm!"

Martha couldn't help being excited by her brother's fat cock and, as she held its heated throbbing girth in her sweaty hands, she knew she would let him fuck her. She could smell her brother's balls. The odor wasn't unpleasant, just masculine and sort of arousing. She licked her lips, remembering the first time she'd seen Joan suck off her sleeping father. Danny's cock was smaller, but not by much. At least the head wasn't as enormous as Uncle Walt's.

Danny shivered when he saw his sister lick her lips, and he inched a little closer to her, standing between her parted knees. This was one thing his mother hadn't done. The thought of sticking his prick into his mother's mouth just had not occurred to him. But with Martha's pretty, pouting lips so close that he could feel her every breath, he knew that he had to have her swallowing his cum.

"Martha, would you, uh, would you kiss it a bit? Huh?"

Martha looked at the dark pink head sticking out above her pumping fists. There was a bubble of almost clear liquid running from his open hole. Could she?

Danny saw the hesitation in his sister's face, but he also realized how horny the youngster was. He'd had no trouble getting her to handle his prick, and she hadn't objected to his hiking her dress above her waist. And fucking his mother so many times had taken the edge off his horniness. He could afford not to rush her.