James Porter: Hot and horny family

Her cunt moist from thinking about all the foxy boys at school, young Kathy happily bounced her way home, going around to the back of the house and entering through the kitchen, just like she always did. After placing her books on the table, the big-titted blonde teenager proceeded to the dining room, looking for her mother. She was about to ball out when she heard a sound from the living room. Kathy stepped to the open doorway, and again was about to call out when a flash of motion from the side of the room caught her eye. She stared, frozen in shock. Her mother and Ray, her new father, lay naked on the sofa.

Paula Simpson, at thirty-five, possessed a voluptuous beauty which had only been enhanced by the passing years. She lay on her back, her blonde hair fanning out over the sofa cushion. Here white thighs were spread apart, and Ray was sprawled between her knees. His strong, hairy hips were moving up and down rhythmically, and Kathy glimpsed the thick trunk of his cock as it stroked in and out through the encircling lips of her mother's soft, wet cunt.

The young girl had never before seen two people fucking, and the fact that one of the participants was her mother made the spectacle all the more fascinating. Shaking, her throat dry, her eyes wide, she stood and watched.

"Darling, oh, that's wonderful!" Paula moaned as she humped up against Ray's penetrating thrusts. "Your thing's so long and hard! I just love it, sweetheart!"

"And I love you," Ray declared as he pumped his cock in and out of his new wife's warm, snug cunt. "You're great to fuck!"

Kathy's ears burned.

"Don't use those words," Paula panted. But her tone didn't indicate displeasure-far from it.

"I like, to… talk like that… when I'm in you," Ray said, fucking harder now. "It's not wrong. Say the word yourself."

"No, Ray… ooh, noooh…"

"Say it, baby."

There was a moment of silence during which the lovers continued to fuck passionately. Then Paula suddenly cried out, "Ooh, fuck me… fuck meee! I love your big hot cock!"

Ray began to fuck very fast, making the sofa shake. The sac at the base of his cock shook with the fury of his stroking. Paula gasped and let out little whimpers which became sharper and louder until she was squealing like an animal. She clawed at her husband's brawny back and hugged his hairy flanks with her full, firm thighs.

"Just keep fucking me!" Paula moaned. "Keep fucking me until I can't take it any more!"

Kathy continued to watch and listen in shocked silence. She was aware, through her fascinated daze, that juice had flowed from the glands of her virginal pussy and was dampening the dainty crotchband of her panties. She felt very hot and shaky. Her girlish nipples itched against the fabric of her bra.

Finally Ray gave one last heave and a loud groan. His asscheeks compressed as he held his cockshaft deep within Paula's clutching cunt. Tremors passed through him. Paula shook and moaned voluptuously, lacking him to her as they both came furiously.

After a minute Paula's hands slid off her husband's back and her legs relaxed. The tension left Ray's body, and he sealed his mouth to Paula's. They kissed for a long time.

Kathy realized they would be getting up in a few moments and would see her unless she left right away. Her legs shaking, she hurried soundlessly to the kitchen, scooped up her books and left the house, closing the door quietly behind her. She stood outside, still trembling, trying to recover from her experience.

Twenty-four hours earlier, Kathy's mother had made the shocking announcement.

"Darlings, guess what? Your mother has just gotten married! You have a new daddy!"

With those words, Paula had turned her children's secure little world upside down. The next day, young Kathy hadn't yet recovered from the shock.

Walking home from school along the familiar streets of the Iowa town where she was born, Kathy noted that everything seemed the same. Red and gold leaves drifted down from the rows of maple trees, as they had done during each autumn of her life. The neat frame houses which lined the streets appeared unchanged. Yet in reality everything was different.

Kathy had a father for the first time in her memory, but Ray Simpson didn't seem like a father; She still thought of him as the friendly, handsome stranger who ran the real-estate office where her mother worked. But now Kathy was supposed to call him "Daddy" and to accept him as a permanent resident in their home. He already had moved in and had spent last night in her mother's bedroom.

The latter fact had bothered Kathy in a special way. It didn't seem right for her mother to share a bed with any man, whether they were married or not. Kathy knew that her twin brother Billy agreed. He hadn't said it in so many words, but the way he had acted last night and again this morning, as they walked to school together had made his feelings clear to her.

This afternoon, Billy was playing football, and all the classes in the junior high school had let out early so the students could attend the game. But Kathy hadn't felt like watching it and had decided to go directly home. She had hoped her mother would be there alone and they could have a private talk. Instead, she had stumbled upon her mother and Ray fucking. She knew nothing could ever wipe out the memory of what she had seen and heard. Her mother had behaved like an animal with that man-that man whom Kathy was supposed to call "Daddy".

However, even as she condemned him, Kathy couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to have his cock inside her cunt, stroking hard, the way he had been stroking her mother. She unconsciously rubbed her hot cunt mound through her light-blue dress. When she realized what she was doing, she jerked her hand away.

Kathy also realized at that point that she would have to go back into the house. If she were to remain standing outside, her mother or Mr.

Simpson would see her through and wonder what was wrong.

The young girl opened the door, entered the kitchen for the second time, and noisily banged the door shut behind her. She cleared her throat and called out, "Mom!"

She heard a gasp and muffled words from the other room. Then there was the sound of hurried motion.

Her mother called, "Just a minute, darling! Stay right there for a minute!"

"Okay, Mom,". Kathy replied, struggling to keep her voice steady. She walked to the refrigerator and noted that her hand was still shaking as she removed a container of milk. She took a glass from the cupboard.

"Well!" Paula said from the doorway behind her. "You're home early today."

Kathy turned and confronted her mother, who had put on her dress and shoes. Her hair remained mussed, however, and her lipstick was smeared. She looked to Kathy like a bad woman from some cheap movie-the kind of woman who picked up men in bars.

"I, uh, was taking a little nap," Paula said self-consciously. "How come you're home so early?"

"There's a football game." Kathy turned away and poured some milk into her glass.

"Billy's playing?" ''Yes."

"If I'd known, I would have gone to see him." Kathy remained, silent.

"Baby?" Paula asked her daughter hesitantly. "Is everything all right?"

"Sure," Kathy replied. "Why not?" She continued to avert her eyes.

"I don't know. You seem, well, sort of strange." She moved up behind Kathy. "Tell me the truth, Kathy, are you upset because I got married?"

Kathy took a sip from her glass, then asked, looking straight ahead, "Where's Mr. Simpson?"

"Kathy! Call him 'Daddy', won't you?"