David Crane: Family Peepers

He pumped in, spurting load after load up into her cunt. His jism was thick as whipped cream, heavy as lead. His scum bags poured the gunk out by the gallon.

Each time his spurting cockmeat stuffed her to the core, Bonny creamed again, her pussy going off.

Jimmy's prick, drained at last, slipped out of his mother's cunt, and Bonny slurped his cock into her mouth, sucking the cum and cunt juice with relish. Her pussy sucked more slime out of her daddy's pisshole.

Then she pulled her lips off her brother's sweet meat and clamped her open mouth onto her mother's cum-filled gash and sucked her hot fuckhole hungrily.

Jack, gasping with a final creamy spurt, emptied the last of his fuckjuice into the girl. He lay, panting, as Virginia lapped up the overflow from her daughter's pussy and polished his cockhead.

Still linked together, the happy family waited eagerly for their vigor to return, thrilled by what they had done and anticipating doing it again and again.

They had found the perfect answer to the naughty desires that they shared, breaking all the taboos. If it was wrong, who cared? And who could blame them, after all?

It was bred in them.