Kevin Sellers - This family does it

"I love you too, babe."

They hugged each other tightly, his limp cock still crammed in her heated pussy.

"Let's do it again." Sharon's blue eyes suddenly gleamed brightly and she began to twitch under him. "Fuck me some more, Teddy. And this time – uhhhmmmm – this time you'll think whirlwind!" Ted grinned.

His cock gave a pleasant nudge in her blonde haloed pussy.

And that was when he noticed the bedroom wall clock, and gave a groan.

"Oh, shit! I've got to get to work. You just stay here and go back to sleep, baby. You're going to need your strength later, when I get home again."

With that promise and a last light tender kiss he rose, reaching for his clothes.

Sharon gasped in disappointment as his prick slid from her cum-drenched pussy. Sadly, she watched him dress.

At last, straightening his tie and heading for the bedroom door, Ted turned to give her one last lingering stare, wishing he could spend at least another hour in bed with his hot wife.

She stuck out her tongue at him, making a face.

"Ohhh, you bastard! You don't know what you're going to miss, sneaking off to work! I… I just may go ahead without you!"

His grin widened. "Just so long as I'm here for the finish, that's okay. See you tonight, hon."

He left, smiling from ear to ear.

And Sharon smiled too, feeling his jizz seeping from her cunt. She was happy, truly happy for the first time in her life. Mrs. Ted Brant – it was a perfect name – and a perfect way to start the day. If only it didn't have to end so on…

"Oh you, just wait until tonight! You'll get yours!"

Scolding the empty doorway, she reached down to fondle her flooded cunt, still smiling.

It was tingling as furiously as ever, hungry for more.

She sighed.

"Will, would you mind dropping these recipes off at your Uncle Ted's house on your way to the swimming pool? I was supposed to see that Sharon gets them this morning but it looks like I'm going to be too busy to get around to it."

Will Brant looked up from his bacon and eggs in time to make a face as his mother set a small piece of notecards on the kitchen table beside him. "Aw, come on, Mom. I'm gonna be late! The guys are practicing their high-dives today, and they'll start without me!"

Joyce Brant smiled, knowing her son would give in, despite his arguments. "Now, darling, I'm not asking very much, am I? Just drop these off at your uncle's house – it's right on the way, isn't it? Maybe your Aunt Sharon Will bake up some of those cookies you love for our cook-out tonight. Isn't that worth the effort?"

"Well…" Will hesitated, still not used to his young "Aunt Sharon". After all, she'd only been married to Uncle Ted three months now, and at twenty-four she hardly seemed much older than Will himself. She certainly didn't fit the image of an "Aunt Sharon" just yet.

But any further objections were wilted by his mom's expression, her attractive face both pleading and scolding.

Reluctantly giving in, he shrugged. "Okay. If she needs 'em all that bad, I guess I have to. Besides, I was gonna be late getting to the pool anyway."

Shoveling in a last mouthful of breakfast, he rose and adjusted his swim trunks where they'd ridden up in his crotch. His tan, muscular teenaged body rippled with the smooth suppleness of youth, and he scooped up the recipe cards and headed for the back door.

"Thank you, dear." His mom caught him on the way, planting a grateful kiss on his forehead. For one instant her big nightgown-clad tits brushed his bare chest, and Will felt a familiar tingling in his balls as be broke away, blushing.

"Well, I gotta go. See you this afternoon, Mom."

"All right, honey. And have a nice time!"

Will banged out the door and made for his motorcycle, the one he'd bought because he couldn't yet afford his own car. But, instead of climbing on and taking off, he stood there a long moment, waiting.

Then, when he judged he'd been out of the house long enough, he went back to the door and let himself in, easing it open carefully and then shutting it again behind him.

Just as he re-entered the kitchen he heard the upstairs shower come on.

Listening, Will grinned. He knew what that shower meant. He knew why his mom claimed she was too busy to take those recipes the three short blocks over to her brother's house. He'd known from the moment she kissed him, when he felt her stiff tautened nipples digging into his chest.

Keeping as quiet as he could, Will crept through the house and up the stairs.

Believing that her son was gone, Joyce had left the bathroom door wide open. Will's heart was hammering with a mixture of fear and excitement as he tip-toed to the doorway. He could hear his mom humming and splashing under the spray, and his cock gave a little tug of awareness in response. He listened a moment, so afraid of getting caught that he almost turned back.

Then he heard a gasp, and his cock twitched more eagerly.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhmmm…"

Will knew what that gasp meant, as well. He'd heard it once before by accident, when he'd come home unexpectedly and practically walked right into the middle of one of his mom's "special" showers. That time he'd merely stood at the door, numb with shock and flooded with crazy, sexy images as he heard her groans.

But this time he intended to do more than just listen. This time he intended to find out exactly what was causing those groans. With his determination overcoming his fear, he slowly leaned forward and peeked in.

The sight that met his gaze made him goggle.

Unaware that she was being watched, Joyce Brant stood under the sharp, stinging spray of the shower and luxuriated in its tingling massage. Her long glossy brunette hair swept back across her slender shoulders like a dark wet halo to enhance a sculptured high-cheeked face as she sighed, taking a moment to just stand there and let the water rush over her lush, vibrant body.

Joyce was so horny she wanted to scream. A widow for the past six years, she'd grown used to the aching emptiness of not having a man. But there were times – like this morning – when the ache grew too much to bear. She was a healthy, attractive woman in her mid-thirties with all the normal needs. And what she needed now was a stiff, throbbing cock plunging into her pussy.

But there was no cock available. And that fact only added to Joyce's loneliness, making her hornier than ever.

"Ummmmmm, yes…"

She let out a purr of pleasure, hefting her oversized tits up to the stinging spray and feeling her large nipples tauten and expand.

Will almost choked when he saw his mom's big pink nipples spike out into hard, inch-long spires, their finger-thick peaks quivering. His cock twisted painfully in the tight crotch of his trunks, and he gave a small gasp.

Fortunately, she was beyond hearing. Even as he took in the sight of those swollen tips, Joyce slid her thumbs across them. Both nipples popped erect, stiffer than ever, and she groaned.

"Ahhhhh…"

Her thumbs rolled and flicked over her hard nipples, kneading the twin points of puffed flesh until they ached. Her aroused pussy melted with a gush of heat, and slick wetness ran down between her rounded thighs, dripping into the streaming rivulets of rushing water.

No longer able to hold back, she released herd weighty tits and slipped her hands down to the spongy triangle of soaked brown fur that hid her pussy from view.

Mesmerized, Will watched with feasting eyes. He'd never seen a cunt as bushy as his mom's, not in any of the pictures the guys at school showed around. His mother's cunt was a dark, furry thatch, all curled and glistening wet and so thick that he couldn't even get a glimpse of what hid beneath it. Her fingers slid down across a smooth, tapered stomach and over full, flared hips, converging on that soaked mound. Without considering the possible consequences, he craned forward, feeling his throat constrict with anticipation.