William Taylor: Play together family

Young Debbie Martin glanced impatiently from the TV to the front door. Do I have time? She wondered. Daddy'll be home soon. She visualized her son's handsome, smooth muscled body and found herself growing even hornier.

This has got to stop, she told herself, feeling her face burning. She was so hot and nervous that she ran into her bedroom and stripped naked as soon as she neared the bed. She failed to notice that her door was not completely closed.

Debbie spread-eagled herself on the bed and shoved two foam pillows under her plush ass. Her bushy blonde cunt faced the door, quivering with lustful excitement. Finger-fucking's so dirty, she thought, but God! How I need it! She reached for her pink pussy. The hot-assed mother felt a bit embarrassed about that part of her body, for it had earned her a nickname she despised: Loose Lips.

Years ago, a cruel girl in her gym class had called her that after catching a glimpse of the long, hanging folds projecting four or five inches from Debbie's straw-like cunt tufts. Once, her husband had even managed to twist the loose, pink flesh into a simple knot, humiliating her terribly by making her leave the lips that way while they fucked. Later, he'd untied them and stuffed them up her red, oozing cunt hole, laughing about corking up his cream.

Moaning excitedly, she pulled her heels close to her elevated butt and spread her luscious thighs wide apart. Then she peeled her juicy cunt-lips apart, folding them almost flat so that they looked like wrinkled butterfly wings. They were so large that they covered most of her pussyhair. Debbie looked down and saw her clit, upright and throbbing like a beckoning finger, and placed her palm over the hot, juicy flesh of her cunt. She groaned loudly.

"Uhhhh!" The hot-assed mother stirred her fingers back and forth over her wide-spread, rosyred gash, her lush hips grinding slowly. She was so wildly excited she was unaware of what was happening around her.

"Huuuu!" she wailed, her ripe body twitching spasmodically, her big tits rolling and wobbling with the violence of her masturbation.

"Wawwww, ummm…" she sighed. She didn't hear the front door close as Danny stepped into the living room. Nor did she hear the floorboards creak as he walked down the hall towards her room.

She sighed loudly, rubbing and moaning while her face twisted in delirious joy, the pillow directly under her trembling ass was so sopping wet that long trails of her cunt honey dripped from it onto the pillow beneath.

Hearing strange noises coming from his mother's bedroom, her tender young son hesitantly approached the door. Seeing that it was opened a crack, he couldn't resist peeking inside. He choked back half-formed words, momentarily paralyzed by the obscenely exciting vision that met his eyes. "Mom…" he breathed, suddenly realizing his mother was also a woman. His cock was instantly throbbing and pressing stiffly against his pants.

Danny's eyes darted from his mother's finger whipped cunt to her rolling, shaking boobs. Jeez! Her nipples were so large they almost covered the entire tips of her fat tits! And they were a dark brown, except for the red, extended nipples. All wrinkled and bumpy and shiny with her sweat.

Debbie was in seventh heaven. She was about to cum, her first in a number of weeks. It wouldn't be the same as from a big, hard cock, but it was going to be good. On the verge of a tremendous orgasm, Danny's mother hooked her fingers into the tiny red hole beneath the puffy, hanging flaps of her pussy and lewdly stretched it as far apart as it would go.

Danny choked. The interior of his mother's tight cunt was a bright, watery pink! He was being driven out of his mind by the sight not to mention the sounds of his mother's vigorously working fingers.

Wet sloshing and smacking noises mingled with her mindless groans as her body began twisting, making her huge, fleshy tits flop about like a couple of white balloons in a tornado.

Danny whipped out his stiff prick and began beating it like mad. His fist jerked over the length of his fat, red-capped cock as he stared at the finger-filled cunt hole between his mother's fleshy thighs. An excruciating ache grew in his balls, and he cupped his free hand over the spongy head of his prick.

Clear pre-cum was oozing in a steady stream from the gaping slit, running beneath his fist and lubricating his fist-fucking. He saw his mother's hips bounce strongly a few times, and heard her wailing and crying. He thought he heard his name mentioned along with some unintelligible words, but couldn't be sure.

And then he joined her in orgasm. He held his breath so she wouldn't hear his grunts as he spurted cum into his cupping hands. One sticky white glob after another hotly struck his hand, quickly filling it, but he was walking toward the bathroom as he came, and the overflow dripped into the toilet.

He was washing his hands when he heard the bed creak. He guessed his mother was getting dressed. Then he heard another sound, something like a small door closing, and recognized the noise as the lid of the hamper. She's hiding the pillow! He thought, and made up his mind to sneak into her room as soon as possible to smell – and maybe even taste the pillow's wet coating while it was still fresh. Wow! Wait till he told Tommy about this!

Sweet, innocent young Martha Martin was almost asleep when she felt her cousin ease away from her cuddly little body. Opening one eye, she saw Joan tip-toeing in her bare feet out the door. There was something furtive in the way she moved, and Martha, curious, followed. She saw loan open her father's bedroom door.

"Daddy?" Joan whispered softly. He was sound asleep. Her little body trembled under the thin nighty, and she was nearly sick with fear and excitement. If he woke, he'd be terribly angry. He might even send her away, like he'd done to her mother. Joan couldn't stand that. She loved him too much.

The precocious youngster had confided her problem to another girl, who had told her how she'd jerked her brother off without even waking him Joan knew her father had worked hard all day, and he'd had a few drinks before going to bed. She nervously licked her dry lips and knelt at the side of his bed.

Her red-haired cousin watched in horror from the shadows in the open doorway as Joan pulled the covers from Uncle Walt's feet and folded them at his waist. She stared and swallowed, her thin body shivering at the sight. She closed her eyes and opened them again. It was still there, curled up like a sleeping snake. Although Martha had never seen a cock before, she knew her uncle's was a huge one.

Joan too was entranced by her father's cock. It was awesomely long and thick, and the apple-sized head bulged ominously from its covering foreskin. The slit was wide and dark and damp-looking.

Joan knew from other girls what to do to get a cock hard, but she was terrified that her father would catch her. Gently, she ran a small finger along the entire length of his meaty dong, thrilling at his hot softness. The strong scent rising from her father's balls filled her nostril's, and she wet her lips again. She'd heard that kissing and licking would make a cock grow hard faster than anything else, and she was determined to try.

Martha stopped breathing when she saw her cousin inch her tongue out, lowering her head until it touched the slit surrounded by loose skin. The taste was different, exciting, and Joan's tongue curled under the foreskin like a wide spoon.

Walt's cockhead flushed a darker pink in the moonlight and slowly expanded. Martha slumped weakly against the doorjamb and cupped her itchy, nearly hairless twat through her pajamas. Even the soft tips of her budding titties were burning.