Ray Todd: Mom,Dad and daughter

"I can see that," smiled Angie, watching the girl as she passionately rotated her steaming slit around Ken's thick boner.

"You're not doing so bad yourself," grinned Melanie, seeing the aroused expression on Angie's face as the woman's brother lustily fucked into her.

Her long blonde hair was spilling across the pillow and her eyes rolled back in rapture as soft moans come from her half-parted lips. The total joy on her face was proof of how much she was enjoying her big brother's cock.

Returning her attention to the big handsome redhead she was straddling, Melanie began bouncing up and down on his thick slippery pole.

"Ooooooh, shit, this feels good," she whispered, bracing her hands against his broad chest as Ken began excitedly thrusting his hips up to meet every downward plunge of her juicy twat. "Your big cock's fantastic."

Suddenly throwing herself forward and screwing her cunt down tighter around the base of his deeply buried shaft, Melanie covered his lips with her hot wet kisses, thrusting her moist tongue deep into his mouth. Excitedly pumping her twat up and down over his super-hard prick, she could feel his body lurching and jerking beneath her.

"Don't shoot yet," she begged. "Please don't squirt until I've come."

"Maybe we should trade partners for a second," Melanie heard Angie suggest.

"Why?" asked the girl.

"If we trade partners after every few strokes, the guys will last longer," explained the pretty blonde.

"Okay," giggled Melanie, climbing off of Ken, thinking how much fun it might be to have two cocks rotating in her.

Rolling onto her back, she quickly spread her legs to receive Michael at the same time as Ken drilled his stiff boner into his wife's churning hole.

"Shit," giggled Angie as her husband excitedly fucked into her. "These guys didn't miss a stroke."

"I know," squealed Melanie, clinging tightly to Michael as his big familiar cock zipped in and out of her hot leaking pussy.

"Harder, honey, harder!" Angie squealed at her husband, biting on his shoulder as she writhed her hot cunt up tighter around his plunging tool, feeling it pounding deep into her belly.

The big king-sized bed was groaning and bouncing as the four people lustily fucked away.

"Fuck, baby, fuck!" screamed Melanie as Michael speeded the tempo of his thrusts.

"Jesus Christ!" he panted, "I'm gonna shoot my wad if we don't change again."

"Then change!" shouted Angie.

Once again their cocks were out of one cunt and into another without missing a stroke.

"Oh God, honey," Melanie beamed up at Ken as he drilled into her. "Fuck me good, honey! Fuck me good!"

Melanie couldn't explain why, but both cocks felt different and it was wildly erotic to have them rotating in her juicy slit. Glancing over as the big redhead fucked into her, Melanie could see Michael's big familiar prick pumping in and out of his sister's grasping twat and the erotic sight of it seemed to further excite the horny girl.

"Gooooo, Ken, honey," she panted up to her lunging fuck-mate. "Pour it to me, baby! I'm ready to come!"

Clinging tightly to him, Melanie felt her orgasm building up deep in her loins, and the moment she felt Ken's hot sperm gushing into her, she began wildly climaxing.

"That's it, baby!" she shrieked, screwing her spasming twat up around the base of his spurting dick. "I'm coming! I'M COMING!"

"Me, too," squealed Angie to her brother. "Shoot it to me, honey! I'm coming! Oh, shit, how I'm coming!"

Panting and puffing the four lewdly coupled people finally collapsed with exhaustion. When the two girls finally recovered from their wild orgasms, they sat up in the bed and stared down at the two limp wet pricks.

"Well," giggled Melanie. "It looks like they'll be out of commission for a few minutes."

"It sure does," Angie agreed. "Would, you like a cup of coffee?"

"Sure," grinned the girl, hopping out of bed. "But I sure wish these guys would hurry and get another hard-on."

With her husband rarely home any more, and Melanie away for the weekend with a girl friend, Anne was spending a very miserable Saturday. Hoping that Michael would stop by for a passionate fuck, the beautiful woman had slipped into a near-transparent black negligee that revealed every line and curve of her lush body beneath it.

To further arouse Michael, she was wearing nothing under it but long black hose and a garter belt.

When he hadn't shown up by noon, Anne telephoned his apartment but there was no answer. Feeling awfully disappointed, the beautiful woman poured herself a tall vodka over the rocks. When she'd finished it, she poured herself a second and then a third.

She was sitting half smashed in her living room when the doorbell rang. Hoping it was Michael, she rushed across the room to answer it.

"Hi, Mrs. Gage," beamed. Dean Palmer, Melanie's boyfriend.

"Hello, Dean," she greeted him in a rather thick slurred voice. "Come on in."

"Is Melanie home?" he asked, stepping into the room, his eyes almost bugging out of his head at the sight of Mrs. Gage's firm nipples under the sheer material of her revealing negligee.

"No, she isn't," the woman smiled, suddenly amused at the way Dean was studying her body through the diaphanous material of her gown.

The teen almost gasped out loud as his eyes were drawn down over the gentle swell of her tummy to the hint of dark pubic hair between her legs that was clearly visible through the thin material.

"Would you like a drink?" asked Anne, raising her nearly-empty glass. "I'm ready for a refill."

"No thanks, Mrs. Gage," he replied. "I don't drink."

"Aw, shit," she slurred, weaving out to the kitchen. "I don't wanna drink alone. I'm gonna fix you a vodka and orange juice."

When she returned with the drink, Dean accepted it, not wanting to argue with her. Taking a sip, he watched her smooth round ass-cheeks undulating under the thin see-through material of her negligee as she walked back to the sofa. When she sat down and leaned forward, her big lush tits almost spilled out through the nearly-open front of her gown.

"When do you expect Melanie home?" he asked, trying to take his eyes away from her big deliciously swollen nipples.

"Not until tomorrow," said the woman, once more draining her glass. "Hey, drink up. You're getting behind me."

Rather pleased with the smooth taste of his vodka and orange juice, the teen belted it down and handed the glass to Anne. Returning with his second drink, she stepped up closely in front of him. When she handed Dean his drink, he stared excitedly at the deep valley between her big full tits.

"Well," she smiled, weaving slightly as she clinked the rim of her glass against his. "Here's to Saturday."

"Yeah," he grinned, the sight of her nearly naked tits and the fragrance of her erotic perfume giving him a horrendous boner. "Here's to Saturday."

Noticing the way Dean's cock was stirring in his pants, the slightly intoxicated woman began wondering how it would feel to be balled by the big virile youth. She'd been dying for Michael to come over and fuck her, but this handsome guy would be better than nothing.

"Well," the slightly tipsy teen mumbled when he'd drained most of his second drink. "If Melanie's gone for the weekend, I guess I'll be leaving."

"What's the rush?" smiled Anne. "Stick around for another drink. Maybe you and I can figure out something to do."

"Like what?" he asked, not knowing what the beautiful woman was talking about.

"Well," she giggled. "Maybe we can figure out what to do with that big hard-on you've got in your pants."

Dean almost choked on his nearly empty drink. His jaw dropped open and he was completely struck dumb, totally at a loss for words. It seemed incredible that Melanie's mother would say such a thing.