Harry Stevens: Wild Naked Family

"C-can I f-fuck you, Aunt Betsy?" Jack stuttered, sounding like anything but the macho stud he was supposed to be.

"Don't just ask," Betsy shot back, arching her spine so her tits thrust out, the nipples rigid. "Just do it, stud!"

Jack's hand dropped to his swollen fly and he discovered that his zipper had already been forced down by his straining boner. Then, when he barely touched the snap, his pants popped open all the way.

"Navy have a shortage of underwear?" Betsy teased when she saw he wasn't wearing any.

"Like to be ready if, uh, anything comes up," Jack gulped.

"Well, this is it, tiger," Betsy hotly answered. "And, oooh, are you ready!"

She knelt before him, the shadow of his jutting prick falling across her face. Then, her tongue emerging, she licked from his balls up the underside of his heavily veined cockshaft.

"There's more than one way to fuck me," she then said. "You can start with my mouth."

Betsy opened wide, presenting the perfect oral target, her lips drawn back over her teeth for the smoothest brand of mouth-fucking. Her nephew's hips bucked as a simple matter of male reflex. His hand automatically dropped in the process, guiding the path of his lurching prick straight down that welcoming female throat.

"Jesus, you got it all already!" blurted Jack in awe as his cockmeat was swallowed to the root on his first cock-thrust. "What a blow-job!"

But Betsy was just getting started. Now she pumped his hairy balls with one hand and probed his gritty asshole with the middle finger of the other.

"Shit, you're getting me weak in the knees," Jack admitted.

He sagged down toward her level, but Betsy raised the stakes by sinking even lower, sprawling all the way beneath Jack. Next, drawing up her legs to almost jack-knife her naked body, she seized his hips between her raised and clutching thighs. Then she rocked him to and fro, rhythmically jerking his huge cock down her deep, spasming throat.

"Gonna shoot it, Aunt Betsy!" Jack soon announced.

Betsy doubled her suction and was soon rewarded with a torrent of jizz so creamily plentiful that only a woman like her could drink it as fast as it spurted from her nephew's climaxing cock.

"Yeah, suck, suck, suck!" Jack feverishly chanted. "Swallow every drop of my cum, Aunt Betsy."

She took him at his word. Betsy continued the blow-job even after his mouth-fucking prick slowed to a dribble.

"Never thought I'd get my prick sucked too much," Jack sighed. "But you gotta quit now, Aunt Betsy. My cock and balls can't take any more."

With a sticky grin, his aunt released his prick-meat. It was beet-red from her unrelenting mouth. But, most importantly, Jack's prick remained stiff as a board.

"So you think you've had enough, huh?" Betsy teased. "Well, somehow I have a little trouble believing that."

"Just that nobody's ever sucked my prick so hard… so long after I already came," Jack defensively croaked. "Once you'd gotten all my cum, felt like my damned balls were strangling. The stiffer you kept my cock, the more it started to hurt."

"Are you trying to tell me that you've got yourself a hard-on like that with no more jizz to shoot through it?"

"To tell you the God's honest truth, Aunt Betsy," Jack confessed, "you've got me so turned around that I don't know whether I'm coming or going."

"Well, then maybe this'll point you in the right direction, kiddo."

Betsy bobbed up on all fours, hoisting her flared bottom in her nephew's line of sight like she was a bitch in heat. Then she reached back to spread her asscheeks, even wider, stretching her drooling pussy.

"Feeling anything special in your poor, aching balls now?" Betsy playfully called over her shoulder. "Like a fresh batch of hot jizz starting to brew for your old auntie's thirsty cunt? "

"Damn, I can sure as hell give it a try!" Jack gusted, totally under the spell of that yawning pink cunt. "If I can't come in that pussy, I ought to turn in my cock and balls."

However, Betsy's reply was not what Jack had anticipated. "Won't hurt to make sure, though. No sense in leaving anything to chance."

"Jesus, Aunt Betsy," Jack gulped, "all I can give you is my word that I'm all right again. That I'm ready to dog-fuck you until you've got a cuntful of more of my cum."

"Why should I depend on your word?" countered Betsy. "I can get an iron-clad guarantee that your balls can deliver the goods."

She snapped her fingers, looking toward the hallway. And out stepped the person whom Jack had originally expected to fuck, but she was now the last person he expected to see.

"M-Millie!" he gasped.

As naked as her mother, she smirked from ear to ear. "Need some help, Mom?"

"Your cousin Jack's the one who has the problem," mother answered daughter. "A minute ago he said he didn't have a drop of cum left. Now he claims just the opposite. So I don't know what to expect if he fucks me, a pussyful of jizz or a dry hole-unless, that is, I can count on you to make the difference for the poor boy."

"Like, uh, priming the old pump?" Millie said, licking her lips.

"You don't mind, do you, darling?" Betsy said with a devilish grin. "I can count on you to suck his balls full of jizz while his cock's dog-fucking my cunt, can't I?"

"My pleasure," Millie answered. "Under one condition, though. If I make Jack's balls boil over, then I get to lick all that jizz out of your pussy after his cock's through shooting it into you."

"Good lord, doesn't that go without saying?" Betsy lilted.

Jack had dropped out of high school to join the Navy, but he was no dope. He knew when a couple of chicks were jerking him around.

"A set-up, huh?" he said in a hush.

Mother and daughter didn't deny it.

"All right then, bitches, what do you really want?" Jack blustered.

"Just exactly what we already said. Your big cock dog-fucking my cunt…" Betsy began.

"Your balls in my mouth…" Millie chimed in.

"And then enough of your cum in my pussy so my darling daughter here can suck it out to her heart's content," Betsy finished.

"You two always work together like this?" Jacked asked in wonder.

"What if we told you that you're the first guy mom and I've ever done a number on at the same time?" Millie asked, since, of course, this was actually the case.

"Naw, don't think I'd believe it," Jack chuckled, getting increasingly used to the idea of two-on-one with his aunt and cousin.

"Well, let's put it this way," Betsy told him. "You sure as hell won't be our last."

"Than I can sure as hell believe!" Jack bubbled, already thinking ahead to telling his shipmates about what was ready to happen.

His aunt's rear-spread cunt was still there, just waiting to be dog-fucked. Jack lined up behind her yawning ass and took the plunge, hilting his prick in that warm, wet gash to his balls. And, even before the friction between cock and pussy started, his were abruptly being sucked from below by his cousin's equally warm and wet mouth.

"Did I just die and go to heaven?" Jack moaned with pleasure. "Christ, I think so. What a trip!"

His prick began pumping in his aunt Betsy's pussy. And, with every stroke, Millie orally tugged his nuts. Plus, his cousin had added a digging finger up his asshole, stimulating that special cum-producing gland which was located at the base of his cock.

"Man, oh, man," he muttered to himself under his ragged breath. "I'm not gonna just shoot my wad, I'm gonna fucking explode Damned cock feels like a bomb, just waiting to go off."

Knowing that he couldn't hold off the rising tide between his legs for long, Jack took advantage of the action for as long as it lasted. The old in-and-out wasn't the only thing his prick could do in his aunt's pussy. There was always the Mexican corkscrew that Tijuana whore had taught him for a few extra pesos. You just started twisting your buried hard-on in the bitch's pussy and…