Kathy Harris: Naughty horny family

"Ohhhh, baby, it feels sooo good," he moaned, his tongue moving wetly on the assflesh that tingled and burned against his mouth.

His tongue traced its way up her body, sliding through the crack of her ass, up the girl's spine until he reached her neck. He kissed the back of her neck.

"You don't even know that you've just been fucked and that your asshole has just been finger-fucked, you bitch!" he said, laughing hoarsely. "I love fucking you. Your pussy's so tight and wet… mmmmm!"

At last, he drew back with a loud sigh and rolled himself off the couch. Susan took a chance and sneaked her eyes open a bit, staring at her naked brother. He was standing beside the couch, his prick swelling before her eyes. He was gazing lustfully at her naked body. He moved one hand onto his growing cock, curling his long fingers around his cockshaft.

He leaned forward, not looking at her face, not realizing that her eyes were wide open now, and he pushed his cockshaft toward her tits. Susan felt her nips tensing and stiffening automatically, as if in hot anticipation of her brother's next move.

She trembled all over as Paul touched each end of her nips with the wet cum-slit at the end of his prick. He touched her tits, teased them, then drew back.

Susan saw his eyes moving over her and she quickly closed her own eyes until she could see only the glimmer of his cock approaching her face. He touched her face with his pricktip. The head of his prick had swollen immensely, and it was so close that Susan could see the small, bluish veins which seemed to pulse and throb and enlarge.

"Hot bitch," Paul murmured, and his fingers started to move.

Susan watched breathlessly, through the narrow slits of her almost-closed eyes, as his hand slid up and down the massive shaft of his prick. He was pressing his crotch forward, throwing his head back, and the cock in his hand was jerking and straining as though trying to escape from his grasp.

"Ohhhhh, take it, bitch, take it all!" he growled suddenly, squeezing, sliding his fingers over his prick, then squirting a thick, wet stream of milky cum onto his kid sister's face.

His jism struck her lips, her eyes, her cheeks and her chin. She heard her brother sighing in relief. She opened her eyes a little more. He was standing still, his eyes closed, and his cock was slowly sagging downward, with small droplets of cum trickling onto his thigh.

As she watched him, he moved forward, dragging an afghan over her body.

"Good girl," he whispered as he turned, picked up his clothes and left the living room.

And Susan came again.

A few days later, Ronda Johnson found herself home alone. It was a Friday evening, and she knew that it would be hours yet before Tom would come home from his business meeting and before any of her kids would be back from their separate outings with friends.

Ronda took the bottle of gin, and the glass from which she had been drinking, and went upstairs to the master bedroom. There, she poured another shot of it into the glass, then drained it quickly. She shook her head, not liking what was happening to her. She was drinking far more than she should these days. And she knew why. She was desperately trying to drown her feelings of jealousy. Jealousy of her own daughter.

She sank down onto the bed, sighing sadly. She wished she didn't feel this way. If she could only get over feeling jealous of Susan and her husband's obvious lust for the young girl, Ronda knew that her drinking problem would be solved, and that there would be more harmony in the Johnson household than there had been for a while.

Ronda kicked off her shoes. Then she reached under her skirt, placed her hands in the waistband of her panties and slid them down and off her feet. She sighed, feeling a little wicked and very good. She reached up under her blouse and unhooked her bra, letting her big tits swing free. Then, she grabbed the gin bottle again and refilled her glass.

This time, she felt the warmth of the drink hit her squarely. It filled her with an exciting heat that turned her on, and she closed her eyes, wishing that Tom was there at that very moment so he could fuck her. That was what she needed right then and there, she realized – a big fat cock for her horny cunt.

Damn him, she thought as she poured herself another drink. He'd probably rather fuck Susan! But, even at her most jealous moments, Ronda knew that that was not true. It wasn't that Tom wanted to fuck their daughter instead of Ronda. He simply wanted to be able to fuck them both.

Ronda knew that there wasn't anything wrong with that. But, she just couldn't let go. She felt possessive of Tom, as if he had no right to fuck anyone but her. Once, he had told her that if she would just relax and let herself have a fuck fling with another guy, it would probably rid her of her irrational jealousy once and for all and they'd both be happier.

She rubbed her naked thighs together, feeling hot, ready for a good fuck. Maybe Tom's right, she thought now, turning on more and more. Maybe I should just fuck the next guy I see. God knows, I need cock! And then, after fucking someone other than my own husband, who knows? Maybe Tom's right and I won't mind him fucking Susan. And I might even take a crack at her myself, Ronda thought with a laugh as she continued to drink. After all, Susan's a pretty sexy girl. I can certainly understand why Tom's so hot for the bitch!

She slipped her hand beneath her skirt and began to rub her moistening pussy, wriggling her hips around lewdly on the bed. Suddenly, she heard the front door open and close and she gasped, her hand still on her cunt.

"Who is it?" she called out through the open door, knowing that whoever was downstairs could hear her.

"It's me, Mom," her youngest son answered.

"I'm up in the bedroom, dear. Come on up. I'm feeling lonely," the woman said.

Moments later, Hal, a very handsome and well-built boy for his age, was standing in the open doorway of his parents' bedroom.

"Want a drink, Son?" Ronda asked, motioning toward the gin bottle on the table beside the bed.

"Well…" Hal said uncertainly. It was the first time his mother had ever offered him a drink.

"It's all right, dear," Ronda said, smiling warmly at her son. "We're all alone here. I promise not to tell!"

They both laughed, and Hal relaxed. He stared at his beautiful mother as if seeing her for the first time. He had never before realized just how shapely her legs were, or how big her tits were. He could see her nipples poking through the sheer fabric of her blouse, and he swallowed hard as he saw that his mother was not wearing a bra.

"Get a clean glass from the bathroom, dear," Ronda murmured, gesturing to the bathroom just off the bedroom.

Seconds later, Hal was back with the glass and his mother filled it with gin. While she poured the strong liquor into his glass, all the young boy could think about was how gorgeous and sexy his mother was. He swallowed, embarrassed by his own lewd thoughts. He was a virgin, and wondered why he was suddenly having exciting fantasies about fucking his own mother.

Hal gulped his drink greedily, nervously, then sighed.

"That was good, Mom," he muttered, glancing up at her.

He saw her smiling at him, and his eyes gazed at her tits again. It seemed to the young boy that her nips had grown even stiffer in the last few minutes. The idea turned him on.

Ronda smiled reassuringly at her son, knowing exactly what he was thinking. She forced herself not to laugh out loud when she saw the boy's face become hot with embarrassment.

"What's the matter, Hal?" she asked huskily.

"Nothin', Mom," the young boy gulped.

Ronda crossed her legs and Hal caught his breath at the barest glimpse of the woman's pinkish cuntlips moving between her upper thighs.