Frank Levy: One bed family

"Don't go nowhere, Sam. If your old man's got too old to get it up good and fuck me right, I'll be needing you to give me what I want."

"Don't worry about that, Mom! Poppa is still the best. Even Cindy says he is."

"I've got to meet this Cindy, George. She sounds like a nice hot piece of tail, but I bet I can teach her some things she's never heard of yet."

"I know you can, Blanche. Come on, old lady, let's fuck!"

They spent a happy night at it, getting to know each other again. George fucking his wife and feeling her familiar ways of screwing, Blanche talking with her son while her husband fucked her, telling him about the times when she and George used to sneak off from their families and fuck in the woods, telling him about the nights that they fucked him into existence. And when Big George and she had shot their wads, Sam would slip his horny cock into the ball cream his father had left behind in his mom's cunt and fuck her too. They were a sleepy bunch the next morning when the climbed into the cab of the truck and headed for home.

Cindy was as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a roomful of rocking chairs when she heard the truck pulling into the drive. She wasn't sure if this was going to work out at all. She really liked staying here with the boys and their father and sister, too, and she had even thought about giving up the idea of going back to college. But she'd be damned if she was going to play second fiddle to some old bag. They came in.

"Mary Lou, baby, come to your mom!" Blanche cried out and held out her arms to her daughter. Mary Lou went to her a little shyly, but Blanche hugged her and then looked her over with a big smile. "Just look at my baby, all growed up with a big set of tits like her mom on the way. I wasn't as purty as you, honey, when I was your age. All flowed up on me, but no use cryin' about that now."

"Hi, Mom," Junior said with a silly grin. "Do you fuck good?"

"Don't he sound just like you, George? That was the main thing that was on your mind ever since I met you."

"Still is," George admitted.

"Looks just like you, too, first time I saw you." She hugged the big dummy and felt his crotch. "Got a big cock like his poppa, and always on hard, just like you was, George!"

She turned to Cindy. "You must be Cindy. Call me Blanche, sugar. My, what a fine-lookin' young woman you are, too. George always did have good taste, if I have to say so myself. I hope you'll have me in your home, honey."

Cindy's heart melted right away. "It's your home, too, Blanche. I hope you'll have me in it." Blanche gave her a big kiss right on the lips and a big hug, too. "We're goin' to get along just fine, Cindy. Don't you worry a bit about that!"

"Hey, Mom, can we fuck now?" Junior asked impatiently, his hand clutching at the hard cock that was bulging through the front of his pants.

"That sounds terrific, Junior. Cindy, you and Mary Lou keep me company with George and Sam. Hope you got a bed big enough for us all!"

And they all laughed and headed for the bedroom, the whole humpin' family!