William Taylor: Play together family

But the sight of his mother's fat, shaking tits, the milking muscles of her ungovernable pussy, and her beautiful, flushed face all sapped Danny's control. His cock jumped. He was cumming! "Aghh! Ughh! Oh, Mommmmmm!"

The depths of Debbie's cunt suddenly filled with liquid heat as she felt her son's hips tremble. Then he collapsed atop her.

"Aghhhh!" She sighed to her everlasting shame, feeling his bulbous cockhead quiver and swell. She refused to admit how good he felt in her.

"Uhhh! Wuhhh!" she cried, unable to halt her climax. A river of molten lava blossomed deep inside her sucking honey-hole. Her son's jizz was filling her to overflowing, fountaining out alongside his fat balls. Debbie was shaking with the force of her orgasm, and she felt her cunt muscles contract, squeezing Danny's thick, shrinking cock. A veritable flood of sticky, rich cream poured from her packed pussy, and the gelatinous fluid ran down the crack of her upturned, wriggling ass, coating her bung before dripping to the bed.

"Oh, Mom!" she heard her son sigh as his cock slipped from her relaxed pussy hole with a wet, plopping sound. "I came…" More white jizz oozed out and fell to the bed.

"Jeez!" Danny exclaimed, lifting up on his elbows and looking into his mother's tear-filled eyes. "I never felt anything like that before! Your… your pussy's so hot! And I could feel it moving, to!" he added enthusiastically. "Mom, please don't hate me! Don't be angry with me!"

As he spoke, he stroked and tenderly squeezed her rolling, jiggling tits, fingering her enormous taut nipples and bending to kiss and lick them. Debbie sighed and moaned, unable to repress the wave of post-orgasmic pleasure washing over her body. She felt her cunt watering in obscene response to her son's active hands and lips.

"N-no, Danny," she stammered. "I don't hate you. You-you didn't know what you were doing. I-I shouldn't have dressed like I did, and I shouldn't have left my door unlocked. Please untie me, now, son. We'll try to forget all about this."

Danny looked down at her with surprise. "Oh, Mom! No! I'll never forget this!" And he caressed the upturned cheeks of her soft, plump ass, smearing his cum all over her smooth cunt furrow and the tiny, clenching ring of her sensitive bung.

She tensed and groaned as he traced wet circles over that attractively raised dimple.

"Mom, I-I'm getting hard again."

Debbie moaned softly, pitifully.

In the house across the street, thirty-five year old Katherine Dodge's morning had been spoiled. Tommy, her cute young son, was sitting at the breakfast table when he somehow managed to knock the salt shaker to the floor. Kate hurried to pick it up, forgetting that she hadn't worn a bra that morning.

She bent down much too quickly. Her loose, unbuttoned neckline hadn't been designed to contain so much size and weight, especially when her tits were on the move. So Kate's big-nippled, forty inch melons tumbled out, swinging and swaying before Tommy's admiring eyes. That was embarrassing enough, but then she had difficulty in stuffing those floppy jugs back inside the blouse.

"Wow!" Tommy exclaimed, blushing as he stared at his mother's bare, wobbling jugs. Now he understood why Danny was a peeper!

Kate was so flustered by the situation that she forgot to turn her back on her son, and Tommy watched the whole awkward, fumbling process with obvious delight. Finally, mischievously, knowing it would shock her, Tommy playfully asked, "Can I help you, Mom?"

Kate dropped the big breast she was holding.

Her enormous brown nipple hardened and tightened in front of her son. She stared at him, hardly believing her ears. "No!" she screamed, ready to burst into tears. How could he suggest such a horrible thing to his own mother?

Realizing that she was losing control, Kate ran to the bathroom. Tommy watched his mother's wildly flopping tits with more than a little interest, and decided to take Danny's advice about peeping.

Kate sat heavily on the edge of the tub, alone with her thoughts. An accident? she wondered, and felt a chill run up her spine. Was Tommy wondering, too. Were her subconscious desires responsible for her carelessness? She looked down at her still uncovered breasts. She'd been stunning as a bride, and Kate was a real knockout even now. After she'd given birth to Tommy, her measurements had blossomed even more, and even then his little hands and mouth had sexually stimulated her as they pulled and tugged on her erect nipples.

"Ohhh," she groaned, feeling her cunt loosen and growing moist. The memory was as vivid as if it were only yesterday. Cupping her soft, fat tits with her palms, she aimed the long, hard nipples up at her eyes, trying to see them from her son's point of view. Her tits sagged a bit more from sheer size than age but they were still firm and unlined. Not even a stretch mark, just a few tiny blue veins faintly visible on the sides where they approached her arms.

She smiled as she remembered how Tommy's tiny cock would get an erection when he suckled her, and how she had held the stiff little tool between her fingers for Jeff and her to laugh over.

Her baby's tiny cock – but it was tiny no longer!

She moaned and ran one hand under her skirt. Cupping the fat mound of her panty-clad pussy, she pound the heel of her hand into the springy hair just above her throbbing clit. She squeezed one fat tit until she winced, closing her eyes as her orgasm neared.

She visualized her husband Jeff's handsome face as he pumped his hard cock into her, and the heel of her palm made more direct contact with her straining clit. Then she shoved a couple of fingers under the leg band toward her drooling slot. Slickening them up in the puddle of cream at the bottom of the hole, she cased them into the hot channel.

"Ahhhh!" she groaned, feeling the start of her cum. It was almost there when her eyes shot open and she pulled her fingers from her snug slot with painful haste. Oh, God! Her husband's face had slowly changed while she was masturbating, growing younger and leaner under the cover of her passion-fogged mind.

And and the face was Tommy's!

Walt had wondered why his sheets weren't stiff with his dried cum the next morning. He vaguely remembered a pleasant dream about the sexy, mammoth-titted widow on his street, and how she had sucked on his cock. Huh, he grunted, maybe he was getting old, experiencing dry dreams instead of wet ones…

But he didn't fail to notice how his daughter Joan was filling out, becoming a woman. She was pretty well developed for a younster, he thought, nice, pear-shaped tits! Have to get her a bra, soon, he mused. Shit, he could even see her pink nipples through her nighty in the mornings! What a ball-breaker! He always woke up with a piss-hardon, yet seeing her bent over the sink, her plump ass sticking out while she washed her face, made him feel like he was walking around with a telephone pole in his shorts.

Joan hid a smile. She knew her father was looking at her with eyes that weren't quite fatherly, and she longed for the day that she'd be able to sleep in his bed, when he'd see her as a desirable woman and not just as his untouchable daughter.

All during the day Joan teased her father. She'd removed her panties and put on a short dress, making sure that she had to bend over a lot in the kitchen and den, or wherever he happened to be on his day off. She knew he'd seen her tender young ass a few times, for that was when he caught his breath and choked on his cigar.

The horny little girl's heart was beating wildly as she saw her father turn to hide the lump in his trousers. She'd given him a hard-on, and she remembered how it had looked last night. Her little cunt dripped and itched.

It was early in the evening when Joan announced that she was going to bed. The girl quivered with nervous anticipation as she undressed and opened her door four or five inches. The hall was dark, but there was still a light in the living room, and she could faintly hear the sound of some television program.