William Taylor - Play together family

Kate gasped with dismay. "No! No!" she cried to her long-gone son. "Don't shoot!" Her fat tits jumped from her mouth as her climax struck, and she writhed and bawled, climbing to the heights of intense pleasure.

Exhausted by the tremendous culmination of her self-manipulation, Kate sighed and her shaky mind calmed. She remembered her fantasy and shuddered. God, she'd actually believed Tommy was going to blow his wad in his hand! And she'd wanted it in her pussy!

What kind of mother fantasized about her son's cock? She felt the return of excitement when her mind recreated the image of Tommy's meaty cock as she'd seen it in the bathroom that one time she'd lost control. "But he's only a kid," she breathed aloud and, try as she might, she couldn't keep her mind from repeating that phrase over and over again, much like a musical tune stuck in her head.

Had she been too hasty in packing Tommy off to her sister's? Should she have faced her unnatural desires, fought them with him at home, instead of taking the easy path?

The next night, Ruth played with herself before turning out the light, but she was careful to keep her cries down. She was also careful not to let her nephew's image intrude on her fantasies. But it was difficult not to think about Tommy when the boy was sleeping only a few rooms away.

It was a little unnerving for the woman to have her sister's son staying with her. First of all, he was so lean and handsome that he reminded her of her fiance. More importantly, she suspected that he was jerking off, for she'd heard his cot rhythmically creaking. And that too reminded her of her fiancЋ, and of his fat prick. Al had been a wonderful, considerate lover and the pain of his loss was as strong now as ever.

She drifted off to sleep, her hand stuck between her plump thighs.

A few hours later her door slowly opened and Tommy crept in, his heart in his throat. He could see his aunt clearly in the bright moonlight shining through her thin curtains. Wearing nothing but his pajama bottoms, he inched up to her bed. The twin mountains of her tits rising and falling with her breathing nearly caused him to groan aloud.

Please don't wake up! He silently prayed. Slowly, he pulled the sheet down to her waist. Oh, shit! Those huge, creamy melons were covered only by a thin, lacy nighty!

The round top of his aunt's nighty was held together by a long silk ribbon. Tommy gently tugged on it and the bow came undone. Carefully, his face hot and flushed, the horny young boy parted the frilly material. Ruth's breasts rolled out slowly and majestically, gleaming as they sagged slightly away from each other. They quivered and rippled to a stand-still, the nipples dark and huge, just like his mother's!

Holding his breath, Tommy lowered one hand until he could feel the heat of his aunt's breast radiating against his trembling palm. Too horny to consider the risk, he placed his hand directly on the soft tit, groaning as it sank into that living pillow of flesh.

Gently stroking the mammoth boob, he circled the large, crinkly areola with a single forefinger. Then he bent and kissed her long, rubbery nipple. Pursing his lips around it, he gave it a few tentative sucks, keeping his eyes on his aunt's relaxed face. His cock poked its bulbous, purplish-red head out of his pajamas, and the slit was leaking.

Tommy quickly halted his nursing when Ruth shifted to her side, but since her breathing was still shallow and regular, he was encouraged to explore further. He drew the sheet down until it was gathered at her knees. Then he slowly lifted her nighty. When Tommy saw his aunt's bare asscheeks, twin pale white moons, he licked his ups and eyed the shadowy place where her plump thighs met.

Luckily, she was resting with her knees drawn up a bit, her sleek buns protruding. He saw a slice of pink flesh and a lot of hair where her fat, honey colored muff was. That bit of pink flesh looked moist, and it smelled awfully wonderful, so Tommy craned his neck and stuck his tongue out, touching it very lightly.

"Mmrnhhh…" Ruth mumbled and shifted. Tommy froze and his heart leaped. But she didn't wake, so he rubbed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, savoring the tangy flavor of a mature woman's pussy for the very first time.

Tommy carefully caressed his aunt's milky ass flesh and his fist began pumping his prick. Without even thinking of the consequences, he pressed his hot lips to the smooth, white skin of those generous cheeks, peppering their softness with wet kisses.

Ruth moaned again and the boy drew back, his fist blurring over his meat as he eyed her hot looking pink gash. The steamy, faintly fishy odor of her weeping cunt was a powerful aphrodisiac to the inexperienced young boy.

But, just as he was about to cum, Ruth snorted and mumbled, turning and sleepily reaching for the drawn-back sheet. She pulled it up around her shoulders just as Tommy was racing out the door. A few minutes later he was pouring great globs of jism into the toilet, grunting and panting with his powerful release.

After Danny had left his sister, Martha dressed and returned to her uncle's house. As soon as she was inside, Walt slid his hands up her hot thighs to grope at the dripping folds of her little cunny. Martha hunched against him and sighed.

"Oh, baby," he groaned, stepping close to her and cupping her left tit with a large palm. "You're the best!"

Martha felt her thick juice slickening his fingers path, and shook as they probed her silky, sensitive cuntflesh. "W-what about Joan?" she managed to ask, jumping as his thick middle finger wriggled up her wet pussy hole.

"She's the best too," Walt sighed. "But she's taking a shit or something now. When she gets back, you'll both be the best."

"Uncle Walt, please," Martha groaned. "I don't really want to… I want to tell you something. Oh, God!"

Her uncle had knelt and shoved, his head under her skirt, and was now tonguing her pink cuntlips surrounded by red hair. Martha wriggled her ass as his lapping threatened to bring her off.

"Unhhh," she groaned as his head quickly nodded between her plump, freckled thighs. "Oh, Uncle Walt!"

Walt's hot breath gusted on her rosy, oozing gash, and she moaned again. She lifted her skirt and saw him looking up at her, enjoying her reaction.

Seeing how excited his little niece was, wait put a hand on each side of Martha's pouting, red haired pussy and parted the big outer lips. Her interior was a deep pink, and the small opening of her cunt tunnel was palpitating wetly. He touched the watering cunt mouth with his finger and Martha writhed, blushing a deep, crimson as she felt a flood of cunt-honey lubricate her already dripping pussy. She remembered how she'd drenched his whole face the last time he ate her cunt out.

Walt's mouth was hanging open, and his cock felt huge and tense in his pants, ready to shoot. He shoved his finger into the narrow hole again, grinning as Martha squirmed as if impaled on a fence post. The fat, juicy lips of his niece's cunt was one of the most beautiful sights he'd ever seen, and he pressed his lips to the tiny maroon clit poking out of the carrot-colored curls above his disappearing finger.

"Ahhh!" Martha jumped as the middle finger of his other hand teased between her plump butt cheeks. Her buns twitched, involuntarily contracting her little brownie as Walt tickled it.

"Jeez!" Walt exclaimed. "You oughta see how stiff your clit is! It's just standing up and begging to get sucked!"

Martha groaned and hunched over again as her uncle dragged his tongue up and over her agonizingly erect clit. It was throbbing almost painfully now, protruding further from its hood than she had ever seen it. She tossed and bucked, and then emitted a little yelp as Walt's searching finger slid up her tight bunghole. The finger scoured her, and her winking assring burned from his continual goosing. "Yaghh!"