William Taylor - Play together family

"Oh, Danny, no, please," she whimpered. "Don't touch me… there!" Her last word came out as small yelp as her son, without any warning, stabbed his middle finger through the tight ring and into her dark ass depths.

"Aghhh! No! No!" She tried to jump up, but Danny's other arm around her stomach prevented her.

"Hold still!" he yelled, hooking his finger in her ass to hold her fast. He pulled her back into position.

"Uhhh, uhhh," she groaned as his finger, now fully inside, stroked in and out and made little circles. Danny suddenly felt something hoi and mushy touch the tip of his finger.

"Squeeze, Mom!" he cried. "Squeeze that shit out or I'll suck it out with the vacuum cleaner." His finger retreated as the shit moved down her tunnel. Danny pulled his finger free and kept his eyes glued on the wet, opening ring of his mother's asshole. The pink inner lining showed now. Then Debbie grunted, and the pink disappeared as a long, fat, oily brown turd slipped out of her shitter. It dropped into the bowl with a loud splash and the distended asshole popped quickly shut.

"That all, Mom? Don't lie, I'll find out."

Debbie couldn't trust her voice. So many different emotions were swirling in her tormented, aching head that she merely nodded, eager for this nightmare to end. Danny flushed the toilet.

"OK. Into the tub." Danny turned on the faucets and then climbed in, waiting for his mother to join him. "C'mon, Mom." He smiled. "Once you're cleaned up, we're gonna have a party. And you'll never guess who's coming!"

"And," Ruth read aloud to herself, "since Tommy hasn't seen you for a while, I thought I'd accept your invitation."

Ruth smiled, and suddenly looked very much like her younger sister. Kate and Ruth might have been twins except for the color of their hair. Where Kate's was a very dark brown, Ruth's was honey colored, gleaming with occasional golden strands. Physically Ruth had once resembled Kate, but now she was a bit overweight. Several well-intentioned friends had told her that she was the perfect model.

Maybe I'm growing old, she thought, but a youngster around the place might liven things up. Never in her wildest dreams could she suspect the real reason her sister was sending Tommy, for Ruth had except for an all-too-brief moment of glory led a very sheltered life. In her innocence she was looking forward to gossiping half the night with her young nephew.

When Tommy got off the bus, she greeted him wearing cut-off jeans and a man's white dress shirt. Ruth didn't allow her overblown figure to dictate what she wore. She dressed for comfort, no matter what others thought.

"Hi!" Tommy ran up to his aunt, waving his hands, and Ruth gathered him in her arms and kissed him.

God, she thought, he's grown! Tall and handsome and lanky! Well, no wonder, considering his father. But she quickly suppressed those thoughts, leading as they did to memories of her fiance.

"Well," she said, holding him at arms' length, "you've grown some. Here, let me help you with your bags."

She led the way to her car and Tommy hung back, feeling his face he watched his aunt's extremely large ass wobble and roll. Most guys would've called her fat, but to her young and horny nephew, Ruth was the sexiest thing, next to his mother, that he'd ever seen.

"Jeez!" he muttered to himself, "what an ass, and knockers like watermelons!" They were even bigger than his mother's, although he had to admit they drooped a bit, but that was probably from sheer weight. The round, jiggling globes of her ass and tits kept Tommy's interest all the way to the car. And in the front seat he managed to accidentally rub his arm against the side of his aunt's right tit more than a dozen times before they'd arrived at her house.

Ruth's home was old. The rooms were small, the ceiling low, and the furniture was inexpensive. And when she took him on a tour, all Tommy did was stare at the back of her white thighs and her butt.

"Here's your room, Tommy," Ruth said. "The bathroom's at the end of the hall. You unpack while I check on supper."

Tommy eyed the bathroom door, then her big ass and those heavy jugs. Oh, God! Maybe she's as careless as Mom! The boy realized she was overweight, but her ruddy cheeks and dark, flashing eyes helped compensate for her more than robust charms. And her face was round and smooth-skinned, with full, pouty lips.

Before going to bed that night, Ruth took a bath. Tommy had never thought of peeking at anyone until he'd actually seen his mother's sexy body, and then she'd sent him to her sister's. But now…

He waited a bit, his heart pounding, and then tip-toed down the hall in his pajamas. Just as he glued his eye to the keyhole, his aunt stepped from the tub.

Tommy nearly fainted. Her heavy, wet tits glistened under the fluorescent lights, their tips and sides dripping water. Her nipples were extremely large and reddish-brown, and the spiky ends were so hard and puckered that he was willing to bet they could be pinned into a board like two nails.

And then the older woman was vigorously toweling herself, bending over to dry her shapely calves and feet, spreading her ass right in front of him! Tommy gulped at the sight of her hanging pussylips. They were split open a little where her hole was, but clung to each other over her clit, which he couldn't have seen anyway because of all the wet, honey-colored hair plastered over the top of her bulging, well padded snatch.

Between her parted thighs he saw her dangling jugs slightly flattened against her upper thighs, actually bulging out to the sides a bit. And then she stood, her fat, round ass wobbling before him, the cheeks so full and tight that nothing could be seen inside the deep cleft.

Tommy's breath wheezing out as he remembered just in the nick of time not to whistle. Now that Ruth was standing, he saw that, there was a little space between his aunt's plump upper thighs which allowed her large-lipped pussy to be seen. He waited until she was almost dressed, then ran quietly down the hall and hopped onto the cot in her spare room, feigning sleep. He was sure he'd have a story to tell Danny when he went home…

Debbie let herself be thoroughly soaped and scrubbed by her masterful son while she held back her tears. A little sob escaped her each time his soapy fingers probed and cleaned the various sensitive areas of her body, but she did not try to resist him.

His toweling was as much an investigation as a drying, and Debbie watched apprehensively as her son's cock grew long and hard, jerking excitedly.

"Unhh! Oh, Danny!" she cried, feeling her cunt begin to burn and ooze with his brisk rubbing, and hating herself for being unable to deny the pleasure her own son was giving her. Then Danny took her in his arms and kissed her full lips, while his hands fondled her soft hips and fleshy asscheeks. Her jugs flattened against his chest. Despite her fear and her painful memories, and her horror at incest, Debbie felt her body responding.

Unable to help herself, her mouth opened, allowing Danny's tongue access to that warm, wet oral cave. Her own tongue met his, and soon her ass was wriggling with excitement. Her legs parted automatically, allowing his hands to slide up her full thighs. His other hand played with her big bouncy jugs.

Before she knew what he was doing he had placed her hand on his cock. She squeezed it for a second, moaning into his mouth, and then started and pulled her hand away, as if from a hot stove.

"Come on," Danny said, grinning. "I know you want to. You really turned on a few times last night, you know." He laughed. "At least you did after I started fucking you."

Debbie turned red but didn't answer him. She groaned as her son's fingers probed the heat and dampness of her fat-lipped cunt.