William Taylor - Play together family

"Lick my ass, Uncle Walt!" she pleaded. "Stick your tongue up my brownie like you did Mommy's!"

Walt needed no encouragement. Just the sight of the tender young girl's pink and white asscheeks lifting and trembling was driving him wild. The more she raised her hips, the better he could see the pink, dripping folds which were so much like his sister's.

He cupped her freckled ass and spread the flaccid checks so wide that the red ring of her button like thing was stretched horizontally. Then he pressed his face into his niece's sweat-shiny butt and lovingly kissed her asshole. Martha giggled into Debbie's exploding box and clenched her plump cheeks in her uncle's hands.

"That tickles!" she cried, her breath bursting in her mother's swampy blonde-and-pink cunt gorge.

Martha sighed and groaned with childish pleasure as her uncle's soft tongue gently caressed the smooth, winking pucker of her shitter. He circled it with his lips and lapped at its center with just the tip of his tongue.

"Ohhh," Martha crooned, wriggling her hips. She loved the feel of her uncle's hot, wet tongue on her little brownie. She felt it curling into the muscular ring and cried out her joy as her tender butt convulsed.

"Uhh, uhhh," she panted as Walt's tongue stroked the smooth inner lining of her tight bung. The sensations spreading from her sensitive nether membranes made her hips bounce uncontrollably.

"Do it!" she screamed. "Tongue-fuck my brownie!"

The little girl felt him trying to oblige, driving his tongue into her spasming ass almost to its roots. She felt his lips and teeth pressed tightly against the fleshy smoothness of her widespread buns. He was working his buried tongue back and forth between the stretched red lips of her asshole, and her flesh jerked wildly.

"Ahhhh!" she cried. "I'm gonna cum!"

Martha squealed and sucked her mother lustfully as her uncle's fingers probed her hair-rimmed slot. He found her tiny clit and batted it back and forth while his other fingers explored her soft, swampy cunt folds. A cry of sheer bliss from her daughter's lips vibrated Debbie's elongated, beetred chit.

"Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh!" Martha chanted loudly as Walt's finger's and tongue brought her to the heights of pleasure. He pulled his tongue from his young niece's spasming asshole and ran it down to her overflowing cunt. Extending it full length, he bestowed a slow, sensuous lick clear from her clit to her brownie.

Martha continued to explode, unable to control the ecstatic waves of passion sweeping her young, inexperienced loins.

Debbie's diminishing cries were drowned out as Martha's cum reached a crescendo, and the woman squirmed and arched her back, bouncing her ass and mashing her cunt against her daughter's sucking lips. Both females' cuntcups were filled to overflowing, and warm, sticky honey smeared all over the floor.

The afternoon of the accident wasn't too bad for Tommy. The pain in his arms had diminished to a dull ache, and his mother had called twice to see how he was. Since he couldn't return home for a few weeks, she'd come out to see how he was in a couple of days. And his aunt sat beside his bed almost constantly. But toward late afternoon he began to realize that there were more than just the obvious drawbacks to having two broken arms. He needed to piss. His bladder was full, and he couldn't hold it much longer. And there was no way he could open his pajamas, let alone steer his pecker, with both arms taped against his chest. "Uh, Aunt Ruth?"

"Yes, Tommy?"

"I, I hafta go to the bathroom…" He struggled to sit up, the weight of the casts and the lack of hands causing him to lose his balance. His aunt steadied him as they began to rise.

"I'll help you in, Tommy," she said, and the boy realized that she still didn't understand what she'd have to do. Maybe the accident was a blessing in disguise, after all. Otherwise he never would have been able to blurt out what he did when they reached the bathroom and she turned to leave.

"Aunt Ruth," he said. "I can't, uh, open my pajamas…"

"Oh!" Ruth's face turned a bright red as Tommy's predicament impressed itself on her mind. He couldn't use his hands! "I guess you want me to."

Tommy hung his head, pretending embarrassment, and nodded. "I can't even take… uh, it… out, or aim it," he whispered.

Ruth briefly closed her eyes, knowing she had to go through the ordeal of temptation again. Nervously she stood behind her cute young nephew and reached in front of him to unsnap his pajamas. Tommy heard her breathing grow heavier as her unsteady fingers fished around for a second and then located and grasped the soft tip of his pecker. The boy choked and trembled.

Ruth aimed it at the open toilet and, after a few tense moments, Tommy was pissing into the bowl. She felt the underside of his heavy meat vibrating as the piss flowed, and then it was dribbling out.

"Uh, you'll have to, uh, shake it a bit," Tommy mumbled, staring at her plump fingers and trying to hide his enjoyment. But as his aunt vigorously shook the heavy tube of muscle, it began to grow, forcing her fingers apart. Soon Tommy had a roaring hard on.

Ruth pulled her hand away quickly and stepped back, but the hot hardness of her nephew's prick had impressed itself indelibly on her palm and in her mind.

Tommy turned around and the broad, purplish head of his throbbing cock pointed up at her face. "I, I'm sorry," he mumbled, "but I can't button up, or anything."

Ruth took a deep breath and, with shaking fingers, tried to close the front of his pajama bottoms. But her nephew's cock was so long and stiff that the flaps wouldn't come together over it, and she couldn't bring herself to push it inside. She doubted it was even possible. Ruth avoided touching his youthful prick as much as possible, but the sight and smell of it was driving her crazy. Al had smelled the same way when he was horny…

"Oh, Tommy," she wailed. "Can't you make it go down?"

Ruth felt her cunt drip. She didn't realize it, but Tommy's nocturnal fuck had roused the feelings she'd repressed since her fiance's death.

"Jeez, Aunt Ruth, I wish I could! It really hurts when it gets like this."

Ruth helped the boy back to her bed. Now on his back, his cock looked much the same as it had that morning, and Ruth again tasted in her mind the boy's sweet pre-cum. She licked, her lips. Tommy saw how his aunt kept stealing glances at his hard on, and played the pain bit for all it was worth.

"Uhhh," he groaned, winding, really hamming it up.

"Oh," Ruth cried. "Do you need another pill?" Tommy shook his head. "It's not my arms," he mumbled, his gaze dropping to his naked cock. Ruth had tried to pull the covers over it, but he had grunted and said their weight hart.

"Is, is it bad?" she asked. He nodded. Ruth looked with a mixture of concern and lust at the throbbing shaft. Tommy saw the play of emotions across, her pretty round face.

"I, I guess I could help you," Ruth almost whispered, compassion and lust combining to force her decision.

"Help me?" Tommy gave his aunt a puzzled look. "How?"

"I could make your, your erection go down."

"But-but," Tommy stammered, pretending to be surprised, "do you know how? I mean…"

"Yes, Tommy," Ruth smiled, "I know how. I may be old now, but I was young once. I know what boys do at night. Believe it or not, I had a boyfriend once, too."

Tommy swallowed hard as he watched his sexy aunt reach out, first hesitantly but then enthusiastically, and wrap her plump fingers around the shaft of his bobbing prick. He groaned as she tightened her grip, and she looked at his face as her hand began pumping up and down.

"Ohhh, Aunt Ruth! It feels so good!"

"Tommy," she said a moment later, "you mustn't ever tell anyone about this. I'm only, only helping you because you're in pain and can't do it for yourself."