Harry Stevens: Wild Naked Family

So it wasn't to the library that Millie went, but around the other side of the house so she wouldn't be seen from the basement that served as the laundry room. After letting herself in through the door that opened onto the back yard, she quickly darted into the darkness beyond the washing machine and waited. It didn't take long.

"I must be crazy to do this," Betsy Underwood muttered to herself as she nudged herself down the stairs, clutching her soiled panties.

She reached the washing machine and almost tenderly put the panties on the top. Then she decided to add the ones she was wearing, slipping them off from under her skirt and briefly inspecting the fresh stain at their crotch.

"Mmmm, I'm so wet," she sighed, rubbing her pussy under her clothes with one hand and sniffing her most recently worn panties before putting them on the pile.

"Just like I thought," an excited Millie whispered to herself as she watched from her hiding place. "Mom wants to catch the panty-thief all by herself."

Then Millie saw her mother turn on the empty machine like it was washing a load of laundry, while the dirty panties remained temptingly on top. After that her mother also slipped into the darkness, hiding on the other side of the basement from Millie.

Now mother and daughter both waited in suspense. This time he came in through the door from the back yard, cautiously pushing it ajar.

"Anybody here?" he nervously called.

When there was no answer, he slipped inside. His eyes lit up when he saw all those panties to choose from. He pawed through them with one hand, sniffing each pair to find out which was dirtiest, while massaging the enormous bulge at the crotch of his tight jeans with his other hand.

"Mmmmm, choice stuff," he hungrily slurped. "Can smell mom's piss and shit on these. She must've been in too much of a hurry to wipe herself when she was wearing them. Mmmm, the dirty bitch, I love it. Bet I'll pump a pint of cream in these raunchy babies."

It turned him on too much to wait to get back to the privacy of his room. Pulling out his rigid cock, Gary wrapped his mother's stained panties around it and began beating his meat with frantic strokes.

"Oh, mom," he moaned, with the same brand of lust which made his voice crack when he'd jacked off with his sister Millie's panties, "Just wish that your hairy cunt was where I'm gonna shoot my wad, 'stead of only in your panties. God, I'd love to fuck the same hairy pussy that squeezed me out into the world in the first place…"

"Then," came a voice from the darkness, "there's nothing stopping you."

Then she appeared and Gary Underwood couldn't believe his eyes. She was stark naked, with a hunger in her eyes that hypnotized him from all the way across the dimly lit basement.

"M-mom!" he choked, his panty-wrapped hand freezing midway around his jutting prick.

"Go ahead, finish what you've started," Betsy Underwood calmly told her awe-struck son. "It'll probably relax you to come before you get down to the real thing. After all, every woman knows that you young boys always have more fresh cum to shoot and a new hard-on."

"Jeez, Mom!"

"Too shy to jack off in front of mommy?" Betsy Underwood chuckled, closing the distance between them.

Gary nodded, his face ashen. Indeed, it seemed as if his entire supply of blood were trapped in his beet-red cock alone.

"Then maybe mommy'd better give you an, ummm, hand," Betsy gently teased, kneeling before him. "Goodness, if you can't get used to a simple hand-job in front of me, how will you ever be able to… uh, really give me what I want from your beautiful, young cock?"

She brushed Gary's arm away and supplied her own firm grip around his pulsating hardon. Her strokes were bold and confident, as if jerking off hung young boys were one of her erotic specialties.

"I've done this a thousand times in my mind," Betsy said to her gasping son. "Ever since I first peeked in through your door and saw you doing it to yourself. But if I'd known you were doing it with my stolen panties, I'd have come out in the open a long time before now."

"I-I turn you on, Mom?" gulped Gary.

"Every mother's son does that when he gets past a certain age, Sonny Boy," Betsy said. "Just that not many of us moms have the right things happen with our darling boys to get us over the line."

She had turned herself on to such an extreme with her steamy talk that Betsy could no longer be satisfied to merely stroke her son's hard-on. She just had to suck it. If Gary was going to come, Betsy was now determined it would be in her mouth. She wanted to drink every drop of his precious, teenaged jism.

"I've waited too long not to do this," she bubbled.

Gary automatically reacted like the healthy male animal he was. His crotch bucked and his hips began to roll. Then, as if by invisible wires, his hands were drawn to Betsy's head so he could guide her suction. In short, he was now fucking his mother in the mouth with his rhythmically thrusting prick.

"Jesus, Mom!" he blurted. "Feels almost like a cunt the way you're going down on my prick. Do you really want my cum that bad?"

Betsy Underwood answered by doubling her cunt-like oral suction on her son's deep-throated cock. Then she squeezed his balls, priming their supply of jizz for her thirsty mouth.

"Well, anyway, you got it!" Gary now blurted again and louder. "All my cum, straight to your belly, Mom!"

With a violent lurch of his crotch against his mother's face, Gary's cock erupted with a torrent of scalding cream. At first Betsy's cheeks ballooned out like she wouldn't be able to swallow it all. But then she caught up with the spurting and her throat became a funnel. She didn't stop gulping until she'd downed every drop.

"The sweetest cum I've ever tasted," she gurgled. "And I just know there's more waiting for me down there in your horny, young balls."

Betsy Underwood bobbed up on all fours, facing away from her son so her bare ass was the highest part of her naked body as she posed like a bitch in heat. Then, when the plump cheeks of her ass parted, her hairy cunt spread from the rear to show pink.

"God, M-mom, you really expect me to… to…" Gary sputtered.

"Fuck me!" Betsy declared. "Dog-fuck my cunt just the way your father did the night we made you!"

"Me fuck you like dad does?"

"Better, stud, better!" his mother cried. "I just know you'll fuck me a whole lot better than your father ever has!"

Then, rocking back on her knees, Betsy trapped her son's hard-on between the cheeks of her ass. Now Gary's cockmeat couldn't help but slide around in the sticky warmth supplied by her drooling cunt. Indeed, that remarkable cunt quickly seemed to be sucking his meat into it with the same brand of suction her mouth had previously used to bring about the blow-job.

"Oooooh," Gary whooshed. "I-I'm doing it… fucking my own mother!"

"And whoever else you've fucked, it won't be the same as this," Betsy crowed. "You came out of my pussy to begin with and now you're going to come back in it after all these years. And I do mean come!"

"Jeez," Gary mumbled to himself as the friction between his captive prick and his mom's spasming pussy took hold of his cock in rippling fashion, "this is almost starting to make some kinda crazy sense."

"Sense? How about dollars and cents?" cried Betsy Underwood. "How about double your allowance if you fuck me right, the way I know you can?"

Now it made a lot more sense to Gary and not just the crazy kind anymore, either. His mother hadn't just opened her cunt to his cock, she'd also opened her pocketbook to his youthful greed.

"Triple," he said, driving his big cock to the squeezing depths of her tight cunt.

"Keep this up and you've got it!" Betsy Underwood promised.

"And the car whenever I want it."