William Taylor: Play together family

She watched Joan hold her head still and open her mouth wide as the foreskin peeled back from the expanding prick. The bulbous knob slid past her cousin's sharp little teeth and rested on her hot, tingling tongue. Joan gulped, swallowing continuously as her father's cock lengthened and hardened until her cheeks bulged out grotesquely. It was all the horny young girl could do to keep from gagging and biting him.

When his prick continued to lengthen, she backed up before the huge cockhead could lodge in her throat and choke her. His veiny shaft was glistening with a coating of her warm saliva. Joan couldn't pull free without scraping him with her teeth, and that, she knew, would wake him. She'd have to make him cum before freeing herself.

Because of his great size, kneeling on the floor was impassible. Joan was bent over her father's hairy groin like some perverted vampire in a kinky porno fuck, and her small body trembled from the strain of the awkward position. Slowly, carefully, she climbed onto the bed and between her father's parted legs without biting him.

Gently, she gripped the wrist-thick girth of his cockshaft and began jerking it with both hands. Her tongue moved around in the little space available, probing at his oozing piss-slit and tickling the ridge of his bulb. "Omphh…" Walt groaned in his sleep, his hands fluttering aimlessly. His hips hunched slightly.

Joan's little fingers jerked faster on the slippery-wet, loose skin of his meaty dong, coaxing him toward the climax he needed and she wanted.

The precocious youngster felt her father's thighs trembling. His breathing quickened. She knew he would cum soon, and she was, anticipating his climax with some doubt and fear. She'd heard that a man's spunk was sort of like the thin white paste the school supplied, only more watery and a little salty.

Martha was rubbing one finger along the tight slit of her cunny, pressing her pajamas between the pouting lips. She was hot and wet there, making the motion of her finger against the material very easy. She continued to watch, open-mouthed, unable to tear her eyes away from the jutting cock spearing upward between her cousin's puffy lips.

Suddenly, Walt's hips shot up and his cock expanded under his daughter's fingers, and the bulbous head swelled in her mouth. Before Joan knew what was happening, her father's long, fat prick was squirting thick wads of hot, frothy jism onto the back of her throat and the roof of her mouth.

"Umph! Umph!" She choked and gagged, trying to keep the noise at a minimum. White, liquidy cream oozed from her stretched lips and coated her father's shaft. Joan gulped and swallowed the load she'd been holding and slowly allowed her father's slack cock to slide from her mouth.

"Oooo, Jeez." She breathed dreamily, licking her lips and savoring the taste of her father's slippery jism. She wiped his prick with her fingers, scooping up the cum that had escaped her mouth. Then she bent and lapped his limp meat like a kitten would a bowl of cream, cleaning him of every last drop.

Martha saw a gelatinous pearl of cum ooze and run from her uncle's slightly open pisshole, and licked her lips as Joan slurped it up and sucked lightly on the tip for more. Walt shifted in his sleep and murmured, then snored loudly. Joan lovingly kissed her father's prick goodbye, pulled the sheet over his legs, and headed for the door.

Martha was already halfway to Joan's bed, her face red and her little cunt aching for something more than her finger. She wondered if she could bring herself to do what Joan had done without being sick – but who would she do it to? The only men she'd ever have a chance at would be her brother and her Uncle Walt. And he didn't want Joan to catch her, like she'd caught her cousin.

Wow! Joan thought, climbing into bed next to her cousin, is Daddy's cum ever tasty! She thought about other cocks, about being surrounded by cocks, and each one tasting different.

The next day Martha returned home, her mind still in a turmoil over the disgustingly obscene act she'd witnessed. But if it was so dirty, why was she still excited by it? Why was her cunt all wet and hot? Maybe she shouldn't sleep over at Joan's any more!

She spent the day helping her mother clean the basement, occasionally taking time out by watching a soap opera. But most of the time her thoughts were on her uncle's fat cock, and how Joan had looked with her cheeks bulging with her father's cum. When it was nearly time for Danny to come home, Debbie sent her to the kitchen to start supper.

When Debbie heard her son's steps on the porch, she jumped up. "Danny!" she said.

"Hi, Mom," Danny said, giving her a wet kiss on the cheek, keenly aware of the heated softness of her heavy jugs against his chest. A mental image of the big boobs rolling nakedly across her chest yesterday flitted through his mind.

"Where's Martha? You two got supper ready?" He fired the questions to mask his excitement. His mother had always been affectionate, but since he'd seen her fingering her juicy, hot pussy, he couldn't look at her without his cock getting hard.

"Your sister's got it on the stove," Debbie answered. Was that Danny's cock she'd briefly felt pressed against her hip?

"Good," Danny smiled. "Let's eat. I'm starved."

He brushed against her and she felt her face grow warm. This is ridiculous, she thought. He's my son. But every time he held her or kissed her, Debbie's cunt dripped. She was so ashamed by her body's betrayal that she could hardly think straight. It never failed. Let Danny's strong, muscular body touch her and she'd get all hot and itchy, from her slightly sagging breasts to her bushy, blonde twat.

She felt filthy and perverted, allowing her own son to arouse her, but there was nothing she could do about it. It's an animal reaction, she told herself. I'm just hot for any man it's been so long…

Debbie's husband had run off with some nightclub dancer years ago, leaving his two children, barely out of diapers, in his wife's care. She had no idea where he was, or even if he was still living, and she didn't care.

Supper was a relaxed, pleasant affair for the mother and her two children. Afterwards, there was a family conference. Debbie always included her kids in financial planning, believing that the responsibility would prepare them for the future. With that out of the way, Martha asked for and received permission to sleep over at Joan's house again.

Debbie felt sorry for her brother. Walt was a widower, and she knew he was very lonely, working hard and drinking to help him sleep. She wished, she could find him some nice girl who wouldn't mind raising someone else's kid.

With some extra time on her hands, she decided to do some cleaning. When Danny walked into the living room, his jaw dropped open. His mother was wearing one of his T-shirts, and it was obvious that she was braless. The young kid gulped as he watched his mom's huge, hanging tits shaking like crazy beneath the thin cotton, her large, swollen nipples clearly visible. Worse, under her short skirt she was wearing bikini panties!

Danny struggled valiantly to suppress his animal instincts and desires, but it wasn't easy. Every day was a constant battle for him against horniness, and since yesterday the battle was tougher. And his mother's careless attitude about clothing didn't help. When he was younger, he'd caught brief glimpses of her bare, bouncy butt as she ran from the bedroom to the bathroom. And just as often, at the breakfast table over the past few months, he'd seen her large, wobbling jugs right through her thin nighty. He couldn't help noticing the peaks made by her enormous nipples, and was guiltily conscious of his hard prick under the table.

He switched off the vacuum to make himself heard. "Mom! You're not gonna work dressed like that, are you?"