Harry Stevens: Naked horny family

"Girls! Girls!" Sarah called. "That's not going to get us anyplace. I can do both of you at the same time if you'll just give me the chance."

Ending their struggle at once, the cousins looked at one another. "Why not?" they said again.

"Just one thing," Sarah told them after they'd crawled back to her. "You both have to eat me too. No one-on-two if I don't get two-on-one to go along with it. Deal?"

"Damn, Mom," Dottie bubbled, "you're hornier than Alice and me put together."

"I have to try harder and make up for all I've missed," Sarah laughed. "Now, c'mon, let's get down to business I don't know what I want more, your mouths on my pussy or my mouth on your pussies. Thank God, I don't have to choose."

The girls got into position, each on her hands and knees alongside Sarah with their flanking asses spread directly above her head. At the other end of the action, Dottie and Alice each leaned over a raised thigh into the well of Sarah's crotch.

"Go!" Sarah cried.

She thrust her face between the cheeks of a teenaged ass and began wallowing in wet pussy. Simultaneously, her own cunt was lapped at either side by the tongues of her daughter and niece.

Then Sarah switched her mouth from one girl's pussy to the other. At the same time, the tongues between her own legs joined forces and danced around her clit.

Sarah came. Then the pussy she was eating also climaxed. And when she switched to the other one, it came off in her face with equal orgasmic force.

So it went, with the juice flowing like wine from all three cunts as the female trio came repeatedly. What Sarah had started became a merry-go-round of mouths and pussies, as Dottie and Alice eventually took their turns on the bottom.

When it was finally over the there exhausted lovers collapsed in the shade with Sarah in the middle.

"Who needs men?" she sighed.

"Yeah, let 'em play softball," Dottie joked. And, as tired as they all were, she and her mother and cousin broke up laughing.

So far Steve had struck out three times and muffed a pair of easy catches. Now, out in left field in the bottom of the ninth with the score tied, all he wanted was for the damned game to be over.

He got the chance to end it. The batter hit a fly his way and there was a runner at third base. If Steve butchered the play, the runner would score, and the other team would win.

"Don't blow it this time, Son!" Steve heard his father scream as the ball sailed toward him.

"Fuck you, Dad," Steve muttered.

The ball bounced at his feet. The game was over and Steve walked away without looking back. He knew his father wouldn't follow him since there was nothing the old man hated more than a loser.

Then, as everyone else at the picnic made a beeline for the food, Steve drifted back over toward the pond.

"Damn them," he cursed Dottie and Alice, recalling how his cousin and sister had pushed him out of the picture so they could get it on like a couple of dykes. "When I catch up with those two bitches, they'll be sorry."

But he didn't get halfway there before he heard footsteps gaining on him from behind.

When he looked around, it was his mother. She was crying.

"Jeez, Mom, what's the matter?" Steve asked when she'd reached him.

"It's your father," she sniffled. "He's blown his top over that stupid ball game. You know how be hates to lose at anything. The man's impossible."

"It's my fault," Steve said. "I should've caught the ball. If we'd won instead of them, Dad's be the life of the party."

"His bragging is as bad as his complaining," Steve's mother hissed, her tears giving way to rage. "Either way he's an asshole. Fuck him!"

Steve knew his parents didn't get along all that well but he'd never heard his mother say such things. But, then he caught a whiff of beer on her breath, he'd never been around her when she was drinking either.

"Yeah, I've had a few," she slurred, reading his mind. "So what?"

"It's all right, Mom," Steve told her. "Let it all out."

He meant it. She seemed different somehow, not like his mother at all, but some woman he was meeting for the first time.

As she continued seething, her tits rose and fell under her print blouse. Steve noticed for the first time that she wasn't wearing a bra.

Suddenly his eyes were all over her. He saw how her tight shorts hugged her trim ass and cut into the slice of her pussy. She was a hell of a good looking woman!

He thought of her name. Maggie. He'd known her all his life and he'd never called her that. But, he realized now, it went perfectly with her mane of red hair and flashing green eyes.

"Dad doesn't deserve you," he blurted out. "You're telling me," Maggie heatedly agreed. "If it wasn't for you kids, I'd have…" She stopped in mid-sentence, noticing how her teenaged son was staring at her body. "What's the matter? What're you, looking at?"

"You, Maggie," Steve boldly answered, addressing her by her first name for the first time ever.

"Don't call me that," she muttered. "And quit staring at me that way. It makes me feel like you're… you…"

"Undressing you with my eyes, Maggie?" Steve said, his boldness mounting.

"Why, you little bastard!" his mother sputtered. "I ought to slap your face."

She lifted her arm but the beer made her clumsy. Steve grabbed one wrist, then the other one. He drew her toward him so her nipples brush him through her blouse. They were hard.

"Let me go," Maggie whimpered.

"And what if I do?" Steve countered.

Maggie was silent.

"You'll stay right here," Steve answered his own question. "And not budge an inch while I take off your clothes."

"What if somebody sees us?" Maggie gulped.

"Everybody's busy eating," Steve said. "They'll never notice us."

"You must be crazy," Maggie choked. "It's like I don't even know you anymore."

"That's the whole idea, Maggie," Steve replied. "We're strangers now but after this is over, everything'll be just like, it was before."

"But now?" Maggie asked, her voice rising.

Rather than answering with words, Steve unbuttoned her blouse. Her braless tits tumbled forth. The image of his cousin Dottie's teenaged tits flashed through Steve's mind. His mother's tits were just as perfect. Her tits had sure held their shape over the years.

"Disappointed?" Maggie asked anxiously.

Steve lowered his head to her chest and ran his tongue from one rosy nipple to the other. "You're beautiful."

"But you still haven't seen all of me," Maggie purred.

She removed her shorts herself, unzipping them and shaking them down her thighs. Now her panties were all that remained between her and total nudity, and her panties were so sheer that her son could see right through them. Her bush, even redder than the hair on her head, seemed to glow through the transparent fabric.

And then the panties were also peeled off. When she was finally naked, she rubbed her bare pussy against the straining bulge in her son's swim trunks.

"Now you," she said, fingering the waistband of the trunks.

She pulled out the elastic and looked down into her son's throbbing basket. His stiff prick leapt up to meet her gaze, its swollen head red.

"Mmmm, now that's a cock," Maggie hungrily rasped.

She dropped to her knees, tugging his trunks down along with her. Then Steve's prick was in her mouth. She swallowed inch after inch until she'd deep-throated the whole prick.

Next she brought Steve to his knees too. He knew what she wanted so he nudged her backward until he was on top of her. Then he swiveled around so he could eat her pussy while she sucked his cock.

As mother and son sixty-nined in the tall grass, Steve couldn't help contrasting Maggie with his cousin and sister. Her cunt was as sweet as either Dottie's or Alice's pussy and she gave a blow-job that he felt down to his toes.