Harry Stevens - Wild Naked Family

"Right on, Mom!" Millie cried, she and her mother climaxing together as usual. "And not just our pussies, but our titties too! Suck mine now, Mom, while you're cunt-fucking me."

"Then pinch mine at the same time, darling. The nipples," Betsy urged in reply. "I love the pain!"

As their pussies continued grinding away, mother and daughter attacked one another's tits, Betsy with her mouth, Millie with her grasping fingers.

"Oooooh, I'm flying!" Millie swooned, her mom's warm spit drooling down between her quivering titties.

"Ahhh, I'm in heaven, too. Hurts soooooo good!" declared Betsy, her stiff nipples being twisted around double by her daughter's thumbs and fingers.

Meanwhile, down below, as their tangled loins rocked to a steady beat, the cunts of mother and daughter kept fucking nonstop to provide the foundation of their lesbian passion. With no cock to shoot its wad and close out the action, Betsy and Millie could go on indefinitely. Which they did, long past the point where normal fucking would have given way to a limp prick if either of them had been a man.

When a girl fucks her mother, there should be no more secrets between the two of them, at least that's the way Millie saw it. And there'd never be a better time to bring it up than now, with the lusty fucking action having dissolved into a sweaty, sticky afterglow and the room sweetly reeking of satisfied cunt.

"I think we'd better talk, Mom," Millie aid as they rested beside one another on the messy bed.

Betsy Underwood was no fool. "It's about those missing panties, isn't it, honey?"

Millie nodded, then took a deep breath and got right to the point. "No sense in beating around the bush, Mom. We both know who's been stealing our panties."

Now it was Betsy's turn to nod. "Gary," they said together.

"Did you catch him jacking off with yours, too?" Betsy asked.

"He was so cute," Millie giggled. "I couldn't resist what happened after that with him."

"Neither could I," Betsy sighed.

"I know, Mom," chuckled Millie. "I was down there in the basement the whole time, watching the whole thing between you and Gary. God, what sucking and fucking! That's when I decided, right then and there, that I had to get some of what Gary got from you for myself."

"Why, you scheming little slut!" Betsy giggled. "You set me up. You seduced me."

"Would you have done it any differently if you'd caught me fucking Gary instead of it being the other way around?" Millie hopefully asked.

"Don't think I'd have been so patient, baby," Betsy kidded on the square. "Just might've gone ahead and damned well raped you."

"Oh, Mom, you say just the right things!" Millie squealed with happiness. "We're so perfect together. And this is just the beginning."

"Mmmm, tell me more," urged Betsy.

"Simple as this, Mom," Millie sated. "As a team we're unbeatable. So why not go for all we can get? The two of us together can really turn this family around. We don't have to stop with each other's pussies. We can have all the cock we want, too. Maybe we don't need cock when we're alone in bed, but the rest of the time… ah, well, you know what they say, variety is the spice of life."

Just then, as luck would have it, they were interrupted by the ringing phone. Millie answered it. The timing couldn't have worked out better.

"Who was that?" Betsy anxiously asked.

"How about your favorite bad-boy nephew, Mom?"

"Jack?" Betsy named her brother's son. "Is he back in town?"

"More than that. He fucked me the other night at the drive-in," Millie revealed. "If it hadn't been for him, the rest of this might never have happened. 'Cause it was his cum I was washing out of my clothes when I caught Gary stealing my dirty panties."

"But what's that have to do with now?" Betsy panted with anticipation.

"Jack wants to see me again."

"And?"

"How fast can you get horny again, Mom?" snickered Millie. "This time for some cock?"

Betsy had only one more question to ask before she committed herself. "Is he hung?"

"Like a damned stallion!" her daughter assured her. "Now, listen here's the plan…"

He knocked on the door. He was so horny for the little bitch that his cock was practically busting out of his pants. That piece of ass she'd given him at the drive-in the other night had made him hard up for her tight pussy ever since. His shore leave was almost over, but if it had meant going AWOL he'd have told the damned Navy to go to hell for another chance at getting into those hot, young pants.

Now, though, it was working out great. When he'd called his cousin Millie, the little cunt told him to make it right over to her place. She was as ready for more of his big cock as he was for her tight, wet pussy. Two more days to go on his shore leave and he'd get in plenty more sucking and fucking under the wire, enough to send him back to his ship in style.

"C'mon, baby," he impatiently muttered when his knock wasn't answered, then he leaned on the door bell. "Don't turn prick-teaser on me now."

He was interrupted by the finally opening door. However, his frustration persisted because he still hadn't gained entry. For just ajar was all the hinges creaked.

"Wh-who is it?" she stammered from beyond the dark crack.

"Aunt B-Betsy?"

"Jack? Is that really you? I thought you were off at sea. How long have you been in town?"

Now Betsy opened the door all the way and admitted her stunned nephew. And finding her there instead of Millie wasn't the only reason for Jack's breathlessness. For his aunt wore nothing more than a damp towel.

"I was in the shower," Betsy explained. "Hope you don't mind the way I look."

"Y-you look super, Aunt Betsy," Jack blurted out, suddenly having forgotten all about his cousin.

"Well, I don't invite just anybody in when I'm half-naked," Betsy chattered. "But family's different, especially my favorite nephew."

She abruptly paused, making smoldering eye contact. Jack became so self-conscious about the telltale bulge at his crotch that he helplessly blushed.

"So," Betsy now continued, her voice dropping into a smoky register, "what're you waiting for, Jackie honey? Aren't you gonna give your old auntie a great, big, wet kiss?"

Now, shifting his weight from one foot to the other like a nervous little boy, Jack muttered, "Well, uh, gee, I dunno, Aunt Betsy."

While he was still hemming and hawing, Betsy took matters into her own hands. She flung herself at her startled nephew, planting her mouth flush on his and then giving him some tongue. Down below, her thigh rubbed against the throbbing mound between his legs. For a moment, Jack was afraid he might actually come in his pants.

"Mmmmm, I needed that," Betsy sighed when the kiss was broken.

She stepped back so Jack could see all of her. All of her, indeed. For when she'd hugged him the towel had fallen to the floor, leaving her stark naked. But, at the moment, she acted like there was nothing out of the ordinary.

"I, uh, think you dropped something, Aunt Betsy," Jack choked.

Betsy looked down at her uncovered body and giggled. "So I have."

She bent down for the towel, turning around just enough so her bare ass bobbed up in front of Jack. He couldn't help but see the split of her ass cheeks. Couldn't help focusing on the pink of her pussy as it showed spread from behind.

"Here," Betsy then said, turning Jack around and offering him the towel. "You want to put it back on me?"

Jack was speechless, motionless.

"Or do you like me better this way?" Betsy now purred. "Without the towel?"

Jack stiffly nodded.

"I thought you would. In fact, I was counting on it," Betsy stated, directly eyeing her nephew's hard-on. "Now the rest is up to you."