Harry Stevens - Wild Naked Family

"I'm coming!" Betsy cried, her abruptly climaxing pussy rippling around her nephew's prick.

"Works like a charm," Jack chuckled to himself.

But, then again, so did what Millie was doing to his balls and asshole. Suddenly he was the one crying out.

"I'm coming!" he shouted.

After having worried earlier that his cum-supply was exhausted after the blow-job his aunt had given him, his prick now poured jizz into Betsy's dog-fucked cunt. It flowed so rapidly that it gushed in a continuous stream rather than in separate spurts.

"It's like I'm pissing jizz!" Jack panted. "Like I can't stop!"

For this he could give a large part of the credit to his cousin. Down below, Millie applied crushing suction to his climaxing balls, drawing out the absolute best in him. However, although Jack was riding high at the moment, Millie herself would soon wind up in the driver's seat.

"Ooooooh," Jack finally moaned, suddenly exhausted. "Didn't think I'd ever quit coming, but now I've had it. Gotta crash."

He sagged backwards, probably ready to fall away on his own. But, no longer sucking his balls, his cousin hastened his departure. Then with Jack toppling to one side, Millie moved in to take his place, sealing her mother's freshly fucked cunt with her mouth.

"Oh, baby," Betsy swooned, "when you're around it just gets better and better!"

Propping himself up on his elbows, Jack watched the mother-daughter action in awe. Immediately forgetting his fatigue, he started stroking his instantly revived hard-on. Then, spotting Millie's plump ass up in the air while she ate her mother, he realized that he didn't have to settle for just watching.

"Yeah, I'll dog-fuck the young cunt just like I did to the old one," Jack vowed under his breath.

But after he'd sneaked up behind his apparently unaware cousin, Jack changed his mind about fucking her cunt. For a notch away from her pussy was a much smaller opening which had an even greater attraction for his big cock. "Why not? Might as well go for the tightest fuck there is."

He lined up his throbbing cock with Millie's puckered ass opening and set his hips. But, suddenly, he was stopped in his tracks. After getting this far without being noticed, he'd almost started to think that he might as well be invisible as far as his aunt and cousin were concerned. He'd been planning to surprise them by barging in on their lesbian sixty-nine, cock first, but the surprise was on him.

"And just what do you think you're up to, young man?" Betsy sharply called up as her pussy continued being eaten by her daughter.

"Uh, n-nothing, Aunt Betsy," Jack lamely lied.

"Well, you could've fooled me," Betsy Underwood replied. "Millie and I were almost sure you were going to fuck her in the ass. In fact, we were counting on it."

Hearing his aunt's mocking tone, Jack felt sort of like a fool. But the open invitation to go ahead and do what he'd intended in the first place made him feel even more like a stud. Within seconds he was fucking his cousin's tight asshole and Millie was shitting all over his happy prick while she kept going down on her mother's pussy without missing a slurp.

After polishing off Jack and sending him back to Navy life with plenty to brag about to his shipmates, Millie and her mother felt like they were on top of the world.

"What next?" Millie asked Betsy. "Let's face it, Mom, we're on a roll. We got to pour it on."

"Are we still keeping it in the family?" Betsy Underwood asked her daughter.

"Why? Is there somebody in the family you're just dying to fuck?"

"Ever since I was just about your age," Betsy wistfully sighed. "He was always there, but he never touched me except just that once. Just a couple of fingers in my hot, young pussy for a few seconds while we were kids and that was it. But I never got it."

"Uncle Matt?" Millie guessed.

At the mention of her older brother, Betsy Underwood dreamily nodded, sighing, "You know, I've never seen his cock hard, not even the day he felt my pussy. I begged him to take it out so I could suck it, but he lost his nerve and ran out of the room. So guilty that a few days later he ran off for good and joined the Navy. I never got over it and I was even jealous when he finally married your Aunt Libby."

"Do you think Uncle Matt's hung, Mom?" Millie asked.

"He's Jack's father, isn't he?" Betsy noted. "When we were sucking and fucking that boy's beautiful, big cock, I just couldn't help thinking that it must run in the family."

"Well, damn, Mom! I don't have to tell you there's only one way to find out for certain," Millie declared.

"Mmmmm, don't I know it," Betsy moaned, rubbing her pussy in anticipation of fucking Jack's father, her brother Matt. "And this time I'll do the scheming. Listen…"

"Been getting into any strange stuff, kiddo?" Jack's father asked as they were drinking beer in the den. "Enough so you'll be the man of the hour when you get back on board ship and everybody else starts swapping lies."

In the midst of packing his gear, Jack had to grin. He and the old man had a real locker-room kind of relationship. Pals more than father and son. Probably because his dad had been a hell-raiser too.

"I've been doing all right, Pop," Jack finally answered.

"Anybody I know?" his father persisted.

"You mean anybody you might have fucked first, don't you?" Jack laughed.

"Well, yeah, then how 'bout it, Son?"

"Not this time, Pop," Jack answered. "Think the stuff I got into this time was too strange for even a dirty, old man like you."

"Don't be so sure of that, junior. The years haven't caught up with me yet."

Just then, a honking horn sounded from out in the street. Jack closed his bag and stood up with it.

"Gotta split, Pop," he said. "You take care of yourself, okay?"

"You too, Son. Just too bad you didn't tell me more about that 'strange stuff.' I could've kept it warm for you until your next shore leave."

"You'll do all right on your own, Pop. Get a piece of ass for me, huh?"

"Sure, kid."

They embraced. Then Jack, the son, left to catch his ride back to his ship and Matt, the father, settled down in an easy chair with a fresh can of beer to think in private about what it would be like to be young again.

Matt grumbled when the doorbell rang a few minutes after Jack had gone. "Don't need any damned company when I'm sitting around worrying that my own son's getting more pussy than I am."

When the ringing continued, Matt finally got up to answer. On his way through the house, he caught sight of himself in the mirror, automatically flexing his biceps so his tattoo rippled. Then, with his other hand, he patted his flat, hard belly.

"Christ, I still got it," Matt told himself. "While Jack's jacking off in the middle of the ocean on his ship, I'll be getting all the pussy I can handle back here at home. Who knows, maybe I'll get lucky right away with another one of those door-to-door sales-cunts?"

He'd fucked one of them just last month. She'd been selling Bibles for Christ's sake. Sure, she wasn't as young as Matt would've liked her to be, but that's why he'd butt-fucked her. At least her asshole was as tight as any teenager's cunt.

Indeed, thinking about it, by the time he opened the door, Matt had himself a hard-on. Which was why he abruptly turned as red as a beet with embarrassment as he saw who had come calling.

"Hi, Uncle Matt!" she said, standing there in her tight cut-off jeans and skimpy halter. "Do you think I could come in for a minute and talk to you about something?"

"Uh, sure, Millie honey," Matt nervously replied to his sister Betsy's teenaged daughter. "Always got time for my favorite niece. What's it all about?"

"I'd rather wait until we're inside," Millie said. "Is Aunt Libby around?"