Pamela Cooper: Suck fest family

Then aloud, she said, "I've just got to get my head clear and decide what I'm going to do about it."

But still it returned, prodding against her mind when she tried to push it away. Images intruded when she tried to concentrate on something else.

Turning to the bedroom window she noticed that both of the family cars were gone. Then the sound of metal striking concrete drew her attention to the open doorway of the two-car garage. Randy was downstairs working on his motorcycle again.

For a moment she watched as the teen bent over to pick up the fallen wrench. He was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and nothing else. His young body looked so hard and lean, his unruly black hair cascading over his forehead as he bent down. The jeans were skin-tight and Marge couldn't help but noticehow firm the cheeks of his ass seemed to be.

"So much like his dad," she whispered absent-mindedly to herself.

Then he turned around, and the older woman noticed the hard bulge in the front of his cut-offs.

"Oh," she groaned, "so very much like his dad!"

For a moment, Marge dwelled on the thought of Randy's hard young body on top of her, of the length of his young cock slamming home into her hungry cunt. Then she pushed it aside. This was no time to complicate matters further. The first thing to do was find out where Bill and Debbie were.

Marge pulled on a soft cotton shirt and a clean skirt. The other one had been-so stained by her cum that it would have to be washed. Then she went downstairs and out to the garage.

"Hi, hon," she greeted Randy cheerily as she walked into the garage. "How's the bike coming?"

"Oh hi, Mom," the teen answered, cleaning the last spots of oil from his hands. "Just about finished. I'm only cleaning up in here now."

"Heh," she said with seeming unconcern as her eyes roamed over the length of his body from close range and locked, on the, hard mound in the front of his jeans, "have you seen dad or Deb? I came downstairs and thought that everyone had deserted me."

"Nah," he smiled. "Dad got a call from the plant. He had to rush down there for some kind of emergency or other. One of the machines broke down and they seemed to think that he was the only one in the world that could fix the damned thing.

"And I don't know where Deb got off to. She came rushing out of the house a couple of hours ago, jumped in the other car and took off like mad. Probably gone off to see one of her new girlfriends, I guess."

He looked a little uncertain as she came over and took the rag out of his hand.

"Here," she said, reaching up to dab at a spot of oil that remained on his forehead. "You missed some. I'll get it for you."

Marge took the cloth and stood on tip-toes, dabbing at the teen's face. Her own face was only inches from his and she could feel his hot breath on her eyes and lips. It was then that she realized that she had put nothing on under her blouse and skirt.

Her nipples were sticking out, hard and rubbery. The teen's eyes were wide as he ignored what she was doing and stared openly at the full mounds of her firm tits as they pushed against the thin cotton of her shirt.

His mouth hung open dumb-foundedly and he couldn't seem to pull his attention away. The sight of his open lust made Marge dizzy with hunger. She felt herself falling forward against the hard, sweaty surface of her stepson's chest.

In reaching up to stop her teetering forward, one of Randy's hands caught her tit. The teen reacted as if he had pushed the hand into a flame.

"Oh Christ, I mean, damn, un! God, I'm sorry, Mom!" he stammered in his embarrassment.

The teen's handsome face was blushing fiery red, and Marge laughed softly as she felt the hard bulge grow even larger as it pushed against her belly.

"Oh, don't worry about it, honey," she said, her breath growing shallow in her throat. "There's no reason that our family has to be so nervous around each other.

Her hands rested flat against the hard muscles of his chest, and before she realized what she was doing Marge found herself massaging and groping the teenager's flesh.

"We're not strangers anymore," she continued. "I think it's flattering that you like my body."

Randy said nothing, only staring down at his own hand into which she now openly pushed the swollen mound of her tit.

"You do like it, don't you?" she asked, looking up into his eyes that were so much like Bill's.

"Oh God, yes," he almost whispered. "Well, see?" she returned. "I don't see how any woman could help but be flattered if a handsome guy like you thought she was pretty."

She pushed forward against him, nearly forcing him to step backwards in his confusion. Her tit pressed even harder into his open palm, and the mound of her now-dripping cunt ground against the sensitive bulge of his cock.

"Would you like to touch it?" she asked.

The woman didn't wait for his answer. She slid the bottom of her shirt upward until both of her magnificent melons of tit-flesh stood out before the teen's amazed eyes.

Her nipples were already erect, shivering in the open air. The veins pulsed blue beneath the soft flesh of her tits, and she could see Randy's mouth watering and open as he stared at the expanse of firm meat.

"Kiss them, honey," she cooed, pulling his head forward with one hand and pushing his face against one of her huge mounds.

"Suck your Mom's big titty. Make me feel real good, baby."

"Mmmmmmm" Randy moaned as his lips closed around her swollen nipple. He locked it between his strong, young teeth and began running his hot tongue around the rubbery flesh in quick circles.

"Mmmmmm, yesssssss." Marge moaned as her stepson sucked her quivering tit. "Do me good, baby," she whispered in a musky tone. Marge watched as the teen's lips sucked convulsively on her hardened nipple. She ran her fingers through his thick hair.

"Mom likes her big teen to suck her titty real hard."

Randy redoubled his efforts, torturing both of her tits and making wet, slurping noises over the one that filled his mouth to overflowing.

"Oh God yes!" she groaned, feeling the fire begin rising in her guts. She pulled one of his hands free from her tit and shoved it roughly under her skirt and into the drenched forest of her cunt.

Immediately the teen began sliding his fingers between the greasy cunt lips and dipping deep into her pussy's well of cream. As soon as his hard finger touched the nubbin of her clit, Marge felt a shock run through her entire body. She began to quiver all over with orgasm after ripping orgasm.

Randy held tight as she pushed her tit ever deeper into his mouth and rode his hand as if it were a wriggling prick.

"Aaaaarghhhh!" she screeched as the cum ran in hot, thick streams from her steaming pussy and drenched the teen's hand. Then her convulsions ended and the woman leaned heavily forward and allowed her step-son to hold her on her feet.

"Oh, Son," she sighed, her breath heating his chest as her face pressed against it. "You don't have any idea how good that felt. How much I needed that."

Marge's hands strayed downward and began massaging the teen's now fully erected cock.She looked down and noticed that his shaft was so big that the tip of the cum-hole was actually peeking from the waistband of his cutoffs.

"Ooooooh," she sighed, popping open the snap and quickly pushed down the zipper. "It looks as if there's someone else that could use a little attention."

With the pressure of his jeans released, Randy's eight-inch prick leaped into the open air and right into Marge's sweating palm.

As she massaged its full length, a clear drop of his pre-cum oozed to the end of his piss tube. Marge dropped to her knees and placed her lips against the head, ramming her hot tongue into the end of the hole itself. It tasted delicious to the feverish woman and all she could think of was having even more of his wonderful cum.