Harry Stevens - Wild Naked Family

Millie had returned to the bed to burrow in on the action from the rear. While her uncle's cock continued pumping into her mother's pussy, she stuffed both of Matt's hairy balls in her mouth and started sucking.

"You can still tell the difference between us now, 'cause we just started working together on you, Matt," Betsy told her brother. "But just keep those eyes closed and sooner or later we'll have you so mixed up that you won't know which of us you're doing what to or which of us is doing what to you."

"Shit, I must be dreaming!" Matt declared. "And if I am, damn, I hope I never wake up."

Clearly he was ready to have his mind blown by his sister Betsy and niece Millie. Mother and daughter went expertly to work.

They started by bringing the dog-fuck to its conclusion, since Matt could keep them straight as long as it was still going on. So now Betsy cork-screwed his prick in her cunt while Millie increased her suction on his nuts. In addition, the latter added a finger up her uncle's gritty asshole for some direct stimulation of the throbbing gland at the base of his cock and balls.

"Jesus, gonna bust wide open!" Matt bellowed.

His prick bucked and erupted in his sister's cunt, pouring forth liquid fire. Every spurt of the way, his niece was down below helping to milk his balls with her sucking and gouging finger up his ass.

Then, as his supply of jizz reached exhaustion, Matt weakened and breathed in ragged gusts. With sweat bathing his trembling body, the years seemed to be catching up with him.

"Man, oh, man," he wearily admitted, "don't know how much more of this I can take. Maybe you two are just too much of a good thing."

Betsy pulled away from in front, her brother's wilted cock flopping out from her swamped cunt. Millie released her uncle's aching balls and jerked her finger out of his asshole with a loud pop. It had been all that was holding Matt up and now he collapsed like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

"Shit," he moaned, "if only this'd happened to me when I was still a young enough stud to make it work for me all the way to the end."

After looking down at Matt, Millie shrugged, thinking they'd pushed him too far. But her mother bristled with enthusiasm.

"Perfect," Betsy confidently whispered. "We've got him right where we want him."

Then, signaling for her daughter to follow her lead, Betsy leaned down to Matt's lifeless crotch and started licking his limp cock and sagging nuts. Millie had her doubts it would work, but she'd learned not to underestimate her mother.

The tongues of mother and daughter now went to work in between Matt's legs. Soon his cock, balls and asshole had been slicked with warm female spit. Slowly but surely the signs of life began to reappear in his prick.

"Oh, God, I'm on the way back already," Matt announced. "Don't believe it, but I am. This time I really must be dreaming!"

He interrupted himself with a pleasurable shudder as the two female tongues lapped his prick, one up toward the head, the other down the shaft toward his balls. Then they switched directions, meeting at the midpoint of his cock. They worked together, dancing on his swelling cockhead and swooping down to each slurp a churning ball.

"Wow," Millie gasped in surprise when she saw his hard-on.

Her mother just winked at her and then went back to work, this time using her tits. Millie quickly joined in with hers. The four titties, each capped with a rigid nipple, squirmed all over Matt.

"I sure as hell have died and gone to heaven!" Matt crowed.

Then Betsy and Millie added to his pleasure, using their hairy pussies along with their tits to rub Matt into a panting frenzy. They were all over him now, nakedly slipping and sliding over his pinned-down body.

"Gotta fuck somebody!" he croaked. "Gotta get my cock into something tight and female before I waste the biggest load of jizz this old boy's ever had to shoot."

"You'll get all the fucking you can handle, maybe more," Betsy told her brother. "But you've got to meet our terms."

"Just name it!" Matt promised.

"Then open your eyes now, after you count to three," he was told. "You'll see what the deal is."

Matt agreed and rasped through the numbers. Then his eyes blinked open, focusing on the incredible sight awaiting him. Having hunched over with their backs turned, his sister and niece had hidden their faces under a blanket and hoisted their asses so their rear-spread cunts completely dominated their naked bodies.

"Christ, I can't tell one of you from the other!"

This was, of course, exactly what Betsy and Millie had intended.

"Damn, if I don't know one cunt from the other, what the hell?" Matt said, a grin creeping across his face. "I'll just go ahead and fuck them both and then try to figure out which cunt is which."

This was also, of course, exactly what Betsy and Millie had intended, knowing just how the macho Matt would react. After all the talk about them being more like twin sisters than mother and daughter, now they'd find out for sure whether their cunts were really identical, testing them by having both fucked by the same cock in a single session.

Matt went eagerly to work, his cock tireless. Back and forth he thrust between the pair of pussies, dog-fucking them both. However, it remained impossible for him to decide which cunt he was fucking at any given time.

Matt decided, though, that he'd have the last laugh. He waited until the dual friction generated by their cunts on his prick had his balls in an uproar, the dam between his legs ready to burst. That's when he reached forward to whip the blanket off their heads, exposing their faces.

"Watch the birdie!" he joked on the square, aiming his cock straight at their surprised expressions.

Then, after a single stroke, his hard-on gushed with a jetting stream of jizz. It rained down on Betsy and Millie, splattering their hair and dribbling down their features.

He laughed while his jizz continued to unload. "Since your cunts both did the job on my cock just the same, I figured you both ought to get my cum together, too."

Betsy and Millie accepted this without question. For it meant that indeed it was true, their pussies were totally alike. And now mother and daughter celebrated their equality by sharing Matt's jizz by licking it off one another, as his cock slowed to an oozing trickle.

This time Matt decided to just watch. At his age he guessed he ought to know when to quit. Betsy and Millie sure didn't, though. Before long they were curled in a lesbian sixty-nine. And at this point Matt changed his mind, acting as young as he felt instead of worrying about the calendar, following the lead of his teenaged hard-on as he jumped back into the action.

"Wow, did you catch the expression on Uncle Matt's face when he finally passed out?" Millie chuckled, on the way home with her mother after the sucking and fucking. "What a grin. Aunt Libby'll have to pry it off his face when she finds him like that."

"Believe me, if anybody knows how, it's your aunt. She's had plenty of practice. She's been making Matt miserable for years," Betsy noted. Then, with a sigh, she added, "But that's a marriage for you. I ought to know."

Millie was surprised. "Gee, Mom, you mean you and dad?"

"'S nothing in particular," Betsy sighed some more. "Just marriage in general. It gets to be so boring."

"Then you don't love daddy anymore?" Millie haltingly asked.

"Oh, sure I do," Betsy said. "Want nothing but the best for him. But I'm afraid it just isn't me, not after all these years. Fact is, we haven't fucked in months."

"But you're not gonna divorce daddy or anything like that, are you?" Millie asked nervously.

"Oh, never," Betsy said. "Just wish, though, that there was a way to get your father out of his rut so he could start enjoying life again." "Why doesn't he have an affair?" Millie logically suggested.