Harry Stevens: Wild Naked Family

"Then earn it, stud, make it impossible for me to turn you down!"

"Try this, Mom," Gary confidently blustered, remembering a little trick his sister had taught him when he'd fucked her.

Into his mother's asshole went two of Gary's fingers. Clustered together they were about the size of an average-sized cock up her ass. Then, when he added a third, the bulk approached that of a real stud's hard-on.

"Ahhhhh!" squealed Betsy. "You've got whatever you want, you beautiful boy! Ten times your allowance… the car… the house… anything!"

"You like it up your ass, huh, Mom? "asked Gary, probing toward the spasming chamber of Betsy's bowels.

"Does this answer your question?" she answered breathlessly, shitting on his gouging finger while her pussy climaxed around his cock.

"Then maybe you'd like me to take it even further," Gary suggested, a sudden quiver in his voice.

"Think you can handle it?" his mother teased.

"You gonna try and stop me, Mom?" Gary defensively countered.

Betsy Underwood laughed out loud. "Do you think I'm nuts? God, you've got a lot to learn about women. But I'm here to teach you. Lesson number one-don't just talk about it, stud, do it. Do it! Do it!!"

Gary might have been inexperienced, but he'd grown bold. "Do what, bitch? Beg me for it!"

"Mmmmm, you're learning fast," Betsy gurgled with approval.

"Well, bitch, what're you waiting for then?"

"Fuck me in the ass! Fuck my ass with your big cock even harder than you've been fucking my cunt!" Betsy begged.

"Hold on for something great, bitch!" Gary hissed.

By now he was ready to shove his prick up a female asshole like he'd been butt-fucking since grade school. He yanked his prick out of his mother's pussy and it dripped with her pussy juice. Then he removed his fingers from her ass. Their digging penetration had widened the normally narrow ass-opening to at least twice its regular size, with seeping shit trickling forth.

"Damn, it almost looks like another cunt!" Gary blurted. "A chocolate cunt!"

His mother was anything but put off. Indeed, she was charmed. "I knew it! Even with all your big talk-you're cherry for my ass, aren't you?"

"Y-yes," Gary admitted, slipping from a boastful into a sheepish tone.

"Then I'm begging you for it even more! Begging you to fuck your first ass! Mine, mine, mine!" Betsy urged.

"Will you shit on my cock, Mom?" Gary anxiously asked.

"Goes with the territory, Sonny Boy," Betsy answered. "But don't worry about the mess. After you've shot my ass full of jizz, mommy'll suck her little boy's ass-fucking prick clean as a whistle."

"You mean it, Mom?" croaked Gary.

"Just try me, stud!"

Gary now mashed his cockhead into the puckered dent of his mother's second opening. Then, impatient for him to take the plunge, Betsy lurched back on her haunches and forced penetration.

"Tight!" Gary blurted, about half of his prick abruptly jammed up her spasming asshole.

"More!" demanded Betsy.

She lurched backward again but this time her son surged forward as well. The result was his ten-inch cock being hilted all at once where she shit, so deep that a notch below his balls churned flush against her cunt.

"So far, so good," Betsy sighed.

She jogged to and fro on her hands and knees, forcing her son's cock to pump in her asshole. It was very much to her liking. As the friction grabbed hold she climaxed on the spot, adding some freshly seeping shit around the length of Gary's buried prick. However, it still wasn't enough for the impossibly horny Betsy.

"More!" she demanded.

"What, Mom? Where? How?" her inexperienced son asked, confused but eager to please the insatiable Betsy.

"Your hand in my cunt," she told him. "Not just your fingers, but your whole fist. Fist-fuck my cunt at the same time your big cock fucks my ass!"

"Like this, Mom?" Gary panted.

"Perfect!" his mother answered.

And then, continuing to shit and come, Betsy also pissed from the knuckled pressure her son's fist applied to her cunt.

"You're the dirtiest bitch that ever lived, Mom!" he cried at the top of his lungs.

"Is that the way you want it, Son?"

"God, yes, Mom!" Gary rasped, his ass-fucking cock sloshing in shit, his fist-fucking knuckles wallowing within Betsy's pissing pussy.

"That I'm the happiest mother in the world!" she crowed.

But Betsy's delight was about to be increased even more. For, just then, her son's cock blasted up her fucked asshole with a scalding flood of teenaged jizz.

"And now it's just too wonderful to describe!" she swooned, on the verge of erotic collapse from so much of a good thing.

However, Betsy held on. For once her son's cock had been drained, she still had a promise to keep.

"Bet you thought I'd forgotten," she puffed, breaking up the fuck by wheeling around after her son's cock had swamped her ass.

His prick hung at half-mast after all the coming, fresh out of his mother's fucked butt so it was dripping and filthy with its own jizz and her shit.

"Y-you don't have to, Mom-"

"Silly boy!"

Then Betsy Underwood didn't just suck her son's dirty cock, she fucked it with her mouth like she and Gary were just starting something instead of finishing it. All the way to another eruption of his jizz that was just as thick and plentiful as the first drop she'd tasted after she'd caught him with her panties.

After the sucking and fucking between mother and son had run its course, with the two of them having dressed and gone back upstairs, a third family member remained in the basement. Millie Underwood had never seen anything like it.

"Hard to believe, with all the fucking around I've done," sighed the lingering teenager, "that this is the first time I ever watched anybody else getting it on. It's like… like…"

Poetry in motion, Millie decided. Watching had turned her on in a whole new way. Before it was over, she'd climaxed without even being touched.

"Seeing mom suck and fuck was almost like, yeah, somehow watching myself putting out," she wistfully murmured. "Mom's hairy cunt and mine, her titties, the way she sucks cock-mmmmm, it was nearly the same as watching myself in a mirror."

From here, it was only logical that Millie would wonder what might happen if their roles were reversed and she were the object of her mother's attention.

The mere thought of getting her mother aroused caused Millie's tits to tingle and her pussy to spasm moistly. She felt herself at both places, closing her eyes to imagine that her female parent was doing the touching.

"Oh, Mom, I dig you so much," Millie moaned. "If it were just you and me…"

Millie caught herself short. For she had realized that her mind was wandering beyond what she'd witnessed between her brother and mother into the realm of a lesbian fantasy.

She shivered, thinking of eating her mother's sweet pussy, thinking of her own wet cunt being devoured by a sucking female mouth. And, during this flight of fancy, Millie wandered toward the washing machine, not knowing what she was after until she was there.

"Yes, they're still here," she panted, running her trembling fingers through the soft, lacy tangle of her mother's soiled panties.

Millie went through them until she found the dirtiest pair. Sniffing the fragrance at the crotch excited her so much that she next actually chewed on the fancy fabric, releasing her mother's leftover juices into her mouth.

"Oh, more… more," Millie gasped. "Just got to eat the real thing-Mom's delicious pussy."

Having made up her mind, Millie then kept the panties she'd sniffed and tasted as she finally slipped out of the basement. They would be, she planned, her calling card when she passed through the door into a whole new world of sex.