Tom Allison - The teacher_s incest urge

For a full minute, Sally bucked, and humped her pussy over Phil's throbbing cock, whining as spasms ravaged her cunt. Then she fell backward with exhaustion, nearly rolling off the bed. Her pussy made a lurid popping sound as his cock slid out of her gurgling cunt.

Phil's cock was free again, standing straight out of his prick hairs like a battering ram, coated with Sally's cunt juices and his own drooling jism. As soon as Margie saw it, she knew that there was something that would feel much, much better than having her pussy sucked.

Pulling her cunt from his mouth, she slid down his body until she was squatting over his cock. Margie held his rock-hard dick in position and sat down on it, taking all of his swollen hard-on into her cunt with one fluid stroke.

Her back faced Phil now, and he could see the wanton red flush that had spread through her pear-shaped ass cheeks. Margie leaned forward and clamped her hands onto his calves for support. Phil watched eagerly as her ass cheeks began to heave up and down before his very eyes, jiggling and wiggling as Margie fucked her cunt over the shaft of his cock.

"I'm gonna cum soon," Phil moaned. He fell back onto the mattress and stopped grinding his hips, letting Margie do all the work of their humping. "Oh, shit, is my cock hard! Fuck me, Margie. Do it, honey, do it!"

Margie needed no encouragement. She was so horny that her clit was sticking out, like a miniature hard-on. Panting and grunting, she humped wildly over Phil, impaling her pussy completely with every thrust.

"Oh, shit!" Phil groaned. He winced, and writhed on the bed as if he was in horrible pain. Margie felt his heavy nuts tighten along the underside of his dick, his shaft grow ever stiffer in her buttery cunt. "I can feel it now! Popping my rocks! Ahhh, shit!"

An enormous stream of jism burst from the swollen knob of his cock, gushing into Margie's pussy. Margie tightened her pussy muscles, making her cunt suck the cream out of his dick.

Again and again it spurted out of his throbbing hard-on, filling her belly with cum. Phil grimaced and worked his dick slowly through her wide-open fuck hole, allowing the last drops of his jism to burn out of the bloated knob of his cock.

"Fuck me, Phil! I'm cumming too!" Margie shrieked. As he squirted his cream into her pussy, she felt the spasms of her own cum churning in her belly. Margie feverishly humped her rounded ass, hammering her hairy pussy down over his still-spurting cock. "Yes, fuck me!"

Margie continued humping long after her cum was over, eagerly trying to milk another stiff hard-on out of Phil's softened cock. Phil grinned as he relaxed on the bed, letting her do whatever she pleased.

He felt happy now, and it had nothing to do with Margie. For years he'd wanted to fuck his younger sister, and now his most secret desire had finally come true.

He'd been turned on to her ever since she'd sprouted those big tits of hers when she was fourteen years old. Phil glanced at Sally as she slept at the foot of the bed. As he studied her nakedness, the hairy mound of her cunt, and the size of her breasts, he felt new hardness surging into his cock.

Yes, he'd definitely keep on fucking her! Phil grasped Margie's ass cheeks and worked his hips steadily up off the bed, hoping that Sally would awaken so he could taste her pussy. Day in and day out, just the two of them, brother and sister, fucking wherever and whenever they wanted; that would be pure heaven.

Phil grinned lustfully. Fucking was so much sweeter when you could get it at home.

The moonlight streamed through her open window, washing over Betty's naked body as she lay on her bed. Through the walls, from the bathroom, she could hear the sound of the shower. Betty whimpered and finger-fucked her dripping pussy, humping her ass up off the bed.

My son is in there! she thought feverishly. My boy, Phil! He's been spending so much time home lately. I know what's he's doing in there – he's washing his cock! Oh, yes! Soaping that big dick of his, making it stiff so he can fuck his sister – unhhh, yes! Fuck my little Sally's cunt…

Betty shuddered, pumping her fingers faster and harder through the hairy wetness of her cunt. She knew that her children were fucking. It was obvious, to the paint of being ridiculous. For a week now, she'd heard Sally's bed bumping wildly on the floor.

And it turned Betty on. For years now, she'd harbored a secret desire to fuck her beloved son, ever since she had washed his growing prick for him in the bathtub when he was still a little boy. Now that she knew that he was fucking Sally, her incestuous cravings had become uncontrollably intense. For the past week, Betty had rubbed herself off so many times that her cunt was red and sore.

My son is what I need, Betty thought, contracting her ass cheeks, lifting her hips up off the bed. More than Rich, more than Mark, more than any other student in my classes! My son's strong young cock, boring into my pussy… fucking me! His mother! Again and again!

Suddenly Betty realized she could stand it no longer. If she didn't get Phil's hard cock up her pussy that very night, she was sure she'd lose her mind.

The shower ran on. Betty rose from the bed and walked into the hallway, heading for the bathroom door. She was naked. Her big tits swung heavily back and forth, and as she padded down the hall, she could feel the pouting lips of her pussy squishing wetly together. Betty threw open the bathroom door and stepped inside.

It was perfect timing; Phil was just stepping out of the shower. His heavy prick hung between his thighs. At the sight of his mother, he made a useless attempt to cover his cock with his hand.

"Jesus, Mom!" he gasped hoarsely. "I was just… I didn't… I…"

Then Phil realized that his mother was as naked as he was. Abruptly, the words died in his throat. His eyes widened; he stared with simple astonishment at the mouth-watering curves of her big-titted body.

"I'm sorry, Phil," Betty stammered. She tried to look surprised, but it was hard to conceal the lust in her expression. All she could think of was the hanging tube of cock meat between her boy's thighs. "I didn't know you were showering. I… well…"

Betty stopped talking. She could think of nothing else to say. There was a brief silence. They looked at each other. Phil's dick began to stiffen, swelling with blood.

Phil blushed with embarrassment. A second later, his big prick was hard, standing straight out before his cock hairs with the stiffness of an iron pipe. There were beads of moisture along the pink, blue-veined shaft. Betty had never seen anything that turned her on more.

"Why, son!" she stammered thickly, her voice high-pitched. "You're… you're getting a big erection! Your dick is so big, son. It's all… stiff. Thick and stiff and hard!"

"I'm sorry, Mom," Phil murmured. "I never saw you naked before. I can't help it. You turn me on."

Betty lost all control of herself. When she had barged into the bathroom, she had had no clear plan of seduction laid out. All she knew was that she was too horny to help herself.

Now she just couldn't stand it. As Phil stood naked on the shower mat, Betty approached him and fell silently to her knees before the throbbing shaft of his cock.

His dick was in front of her, the fat spongy knob twitching invitingly near her cheek. Betty reached up and wrapped her hand tightly around the base of his cock, squeezing it, making it harder. Then she opened her mouth and took the swollen cock head between her lips, and began to hotly suck her son's dick as hard as she could.

"Oh, Mom!" Phil sighed, and thrust his hands into her thick black hair, making no attempt to stop her. "Suck on it! That feels so good! I've always wanted to fuck you so much!"