Taking her hand off his cock, she shoved her mouth almost all the way down the prick shaft. Clutching the cheeks of Tommy’s ass, Julie began to moan with surprised delight. The feel of his cock throbbing inside her mouth, the heat of it, the way it dripped, created an unexpected pleasure within her.
She looked up into her brother’s eyes, her lips stretched tightly, her mouth filled by his hard cock. Her eyes glittered with erotic enjoyment as she pulled his cock as deep as she could into her mouth. Then, bobbing her pretty face back and forth, she mewled with delight, twisting her boiling cunt into Richard’s mouth.
Sandy watched for a moment, watching Julie sucking wilder and faster on her brother’s cocks her sweet little ass twisting into Richard’s face.
She could hardly stand to be a passive observer. She jumped from the couch, kneeling over Richard’s prick. Quickly, she gobbled it in into her mouth, the head banging at her throat.
She began to suck and Richard moaned into Julie’s cunt, arching his prick into his mother’s hot, wet mouth. Sandy held her head still, letting her son fuck her mouth, her tongue twirling and twisting. She mewled with cock sucking pleasure, her stiff arms, holding her up, trembled.
Richard sucked hard at Julie’s puffy, hairless cunt, his tongue fucking in and out.
Sucking cock for the first time, Julie was bubbling with excitement as she raced her mouth back and forth over her brother’s cock. She squeezed at his naked ass, pulling him forward, sucking hungrily, twisting her pretty head about. The more she sucked, the better she loved it. She eagerly swallowed his dripping juices and her delicious little cunt was boiling against Richard’s mouth, twitching and squeezing at his darting tongue. Tommy was resting his hands on top of his sister’s head, watching her suck his cock.
Sandy gobbled at her son’s cock with ecstasy, her eyes turned toward Julie’s sweet, twisting ass. She could see the way her son was licking that candied cunt, see the twinkle of Julie’s tiny asshole. She rubbed a finger lightly on the ass pucker, making the little girl squeal with increased ecstasy.
Richard bounced his ass on the floor, fucking faster into his mother’s fiery, cock-hungry mouth.
He was the first to come.
Sandy squealed about his cock as it sent hot, creamy come juice burning into her mouth. She gulped the come juice down hungrily, her tongue lapping.
Then Julie squealed in a tight, muffled sound. Her hot little cunt quivered, then convulsed with tight heat against Richard’s lips and fucking tongue. Her ass twisted with more fury and he had to hold her up with his palms.
Finally, Tommy came.
The gushing of come juice into her mouth startled Julie. At first she thought her brother was pissing in her mouth, then the sweet taste of his come juice came to her. With the understanding that he was coming in her mouth, not pissing, Julie felt her own orgasms increasing. She smashed her cunt into Richard’s face, moaning as her brother flooded her mouth with come juice. He pushed hard into her mouth and at first Julie swallowed out of desperation. Then she began sucking and swallowing with pure ecstasy, enjoying it.
Richard, Tommy and Julie sprawled in a tangle on the floor, breathing with excitement. The young, naked bodies were beautiful to Sandy, who was on the couch again. She was the only one who had not come and her hairy cunt was in agony. She wanted to be fucked and fucked swiftly.
“I didn’t piss,” Julie murmured, sitting up and looking around, half dazed from the frenzy of being sucked and sucked. “You didn’t come, did you, Sandy?”
“No, but I want to!” Sandy groaned.
Julie went to her. She kissed Sandy’s mouth, her small hand rubbing that hairy slippery wet cunt. Sandy kissed the little girl, running her tongue into Julie’s mouth, tasting the lingering come juice from Tommy’s cock.
Tommy and Richard sat up, watching Sandy and Julie. It didn’t surprise either of them to find their cocks lifting again.
“Let’s fuck her,” Richard said.
“Fuck who?”
“My mom,” Richard replied. “She’s so fucking hot, we can do anything we want with her right now. I’m gonna fuck her cocksucking mouth!”
“I’m gonna fuck her in the ass!” Tommy said.
Sandy heard them and she gurgled with pleasure. Tommy sat up on the couch, his ass hanging over the edge, his cock hard and throbbing again. Sandy grabbed it, jerked a few times, then straddled his legs, her back to his chest.
“My ass, Tommy? Did you say you wanted to fuck me in the asshole?”
Tommy didn’t get the chance to reply. Sandy spread the cheeks of her ass and when she felt the swollen head of his cock at her asshole, she rammed down. Giving a soft scream of pleasure, she took his cock deeply into her hot asshole.
Richard and Julie giggled and Julie shoved her hand into Sandy’s spreading crouch. She rubbed at Sandy’s hairy cunt, poked a finger into it, and then lowered her hand, cupping her brother’s balls, watching his cock stretching Sandy’s asshole.
Richard climbed onto the couch, offering his mother his cock. Sandy eagerly turned her head to it, opening her mouth wide. Dropping her brother’s balls, Julie watched with huge, boiling eyes as Sandy sucked Richard’s cock while Tommy’s cock fucked her in the ass. Sandy’s hairy cunt was spread wide and Tommy had his arms about her hips, his fingers pulling the hairy lips apart. Sandy’s rigid clitoris poked up and Julie rubbed it.
Sandy twisted her hips, sucking at her son’s cock, feeling the friction of Tommy’s cock spreading her hot asshole wide.
Julie shoved her face down, her tongue out as far as she could get it. She licked along one of Sandy’s smooth, fleshy thighs.
“Sandy, I’m gonna suck your fucking cunt!”
Sandy whimpered a reply and Julie smashed her mouth into the hairy, fiery, wet pussy, licking hungrily. She found she enjoyed sucking this hairy cunt as much as she had enjoyed sucking her brother’s cock. Sandy’s cunt tasted different than Tommy’s cock and there was also a slight difference in the taste of their juices.
Being fucked in her asshole, Sandy sucked on her son’s cock. Feeling little Julie licking and fucking that tongue into her pussy made an erotic heat glow within Sandy until her flesh almost melted with ecstasy.
Twisting her hips as Tommy thrust his cock up, Sandy felt her asshole clutch the throbbing hardness. The ballooning heat of orgasm swirled about her body, centered with the most delicious sensations in her cunt. Julie lapped her tongue up and down the hairy cunt slit, twirling about the rigid clitoris and holding Sandy’s hips. Tommy kept Sandy’s cunt lips pulled wide open for his sister’s tongue.
Richard stabbed his cock faster into his mother’s hungry mouth, his balls swinging back and forth. Sandy had her hand between his thighs and when she felt her son’s cock swell more, she pulled at his ass, taking his cock deep into her mouth.
“I’m gonna come, Mom!” Richard shouted, just as his cock bubbled over. “Suck it down, you hot cocksucker! Suck my come out of my fucking balls, Mom!”
Swallowing greedily, Sandy felt Tommy’s cock suddenly lunge deep. Then his searing come juice burned the walls of her asshole. Her pussy clenched and the orgasms sent ecstasy roaring from her toes to the top of her head.
The more Sandy came, the hotter and quicker Julie lashed her cunt with that small tongue. When she sprawled lewdly across the couch, come juice dripped from her mouth and asshole, her hairy cunt sloppy wet. Sandy whimpered.
Her son, Tommy and Julie all giggled as they watched Sandy slowly return to her senses. Then she sat up and smiled radiantly. “I love you fucking kids,” she murmured, stretching. “And I hope this never stops.”
“There’s a light on in our house,” Tommy said. “I guess our folks are home now.”
“Fuck them!” Richard said, rubbing his wet cock along Julie’s lips.
“Ooooo,” Julie cooed, “I wish we could!” She opened her mouth and sucked Richard’s cock into it, and Tommy shoved his mouth in to Sandy’s hairy pussy.
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PR-3244 MOM DOES IT ALL
CHAPTER ONE
Donna Alyn leaned at the washer, loading it with soiled clothing. Behind her, Timmy watched the way her ass moved.
“You forgot my cutoffs again!” he said.
Donna jumped, startled. “I’m sorry, honey,” she said.
“Don’t forget again, Mom,” Timmy replied, tossing his cutoffs to her. “You know I wear them all the time.”
Donna clung to his shorts, watching him walk away. She hated herself for being so easily startled every time he spoke to her. She hated herself because she was so passive, so easily dominated. She hated herself because of her fear of men. She couldn’t stand up to men. All her, life it had been this way, letting men tell her what to do, when to do it, being a slave to their demands. It had started very early with her father, he was a domineering man who had her mother trembling with fear all the time. Then it was her brother, her husband, and, now, her son.
When her husband had been killed, Donna felt she had finally broken the cycle, but she had also been lost, not knowing what to do, unable to make a decision for herself.
But then her son had become the controlling force in her life. It was only natural, she thought, that Timmy should step into his father’s place. He had been conditioned to. It seemed the most natural thing in the world for him to carry on in his father’s place, and for her to turn to her son for guidance and instruction.
Why not? That was the way it had been all her life. Men telling and her obeying.
It was a man’s place to tell.
Her duty was to obey.
But she was fearful something was going to happen, something between her and Timmy. He had been looking at her with a strange gleam in his young eyes, a gleam she understood very well. It was the same gleam her husband would get when he was horny, she didn’t think her son would fuck her, but she couldn’t be certain. What would she do if he demanded what men called their natural rights with a woman? She found out that evening.
She was sifting on the couch, wearing her robe, polishing her toenails. Timmy was on the floor, watching her. She placed her foot on the low glass-topped coffee table, tucking her robe between her thighs carefully, but still exposing her thigh. At first she didn’t realize her son was watching her that closely. She didn’t have to see him looking to feel his eyes on her thigh. She began trembling, afraid to look at him, afraid to see where he was looking.
Somehow, she managed to finish that foot, hiding her nervousness with an effort. But when she started on the other foot she was a little careless. Unknown to her, the robe did not quite conceal her crotch when she switched feet and her panties were exposed. Timmy’s eyes had become hot as he stared at the panties. A few dark curls of hair curled teasingly from the tight crotch.
She caught the movement of Timmy’s hand as he darted it into his lap. She couldn’t see what he was doing because of the coffee table, but it was obvious. He was touching himself as he looked at her.
Donna started to adjust her robe.
“No, Mom,” Timmy said, his voice hoarse.
Donna’s breath caught in her throat, her hand an inch or so from her robe, unmoving, frozen, with her fingers pointing to her cunt, as if she was getting ready to rub it. She lifted her eyes and saw the gleam in Timmy’s. A shudder rippled through her. It was the same gleam her husband used to get, only Timmy’s eyes appeared much brighter, more demanding. His arm was moving, and she knew he was playing with his cock while he looked at her. A peek between her thighs told her what he was seeing. A blush crept over her face, and she felt shy, embarrassed. Somehow, though, she felt excitement, too. She had never really been excited when her husband had looked at her that way. He seldom had, anyway. His way was to just grab her and start fucking her, regardless of her feelings. He had never looked at Donna as if he really wanted her, but as a possession. He had looked at her as though she was just a hole for his pleasure.
But Timmy… he was looking at her as if he truly wanted her, found her exciting, lovely to look at. He looked at her as if he not only wanted to fuck her, but to hold her, stroke her, play with her… caress and fondle.
Donna felt her responses toward her son puzzling. Her nipples began to swell, straining out, bulging in tight hardness. Then, too, her cunt was starting to get wet and her clit pressed at the crotch of her panties. She had never felt real desire before, not even for her husband. Now she was surprised to find herself attracted to her son.
She also felt ashamed of her desires, confused and embarrassed. A pink flush burned at her cheeks, and she tried to keep her eyes downcast, but found herself peeking at her son shyly.
Timmy stood up.
“Oh my God!” Donna whispered.
Her sons cock pressed at his shorts, very hard. The tip of his cock was slightly exposed from the stringy fringe. She felt a lurch in her cunt.
Timmy laughed a boyish sound.
“Timmy, please!” Donna whispered, knowing what was on his mind. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”
“I know what I’m doing, Mom,” he said. His hips arched forward proudly. The head of his cock slipped into view, swollen, very smooth, about the size of a small, immature plum. Moisture formed on his piss hole.
Donna gasped, shaking, embarrassed to be seeing her son’s cock, ashamed of herself for peeking, ashamed because her cunt was responding with increasing wetness. She lowered her eyes, but just as quickly lifted them again, staring at the head of his cock.
Timmy pulled his cutoffs to one side, let his cock stand out, his balls dropping free. Donna couldn’t breathe, and she couldn’t pull her eyes from them. Timmy stroked his hairless balls a moment, then closed his fist about his cock, stroking back and forth slowly. She listened to his breathing increase and gazed at his cock from her lowered eyes, feeling the heat of her face, the unexpected throbbing of her cunt.
“Timmy, please don’t do that,” she finally managed to say, her voice coming out in a low whisper.
“I can if I wanna,” he replied.
“Timmy, don’t!”
“Aw, shut up, Mom,” he said, pumping his prick faster. “Don’t tell me what I can do or not do.” He sounded just like her father, her brother, her husband — every man who had ever dominated her.
“Do it in your room then, please,” she said.
“I wanna do it right there,” he said. “And I wanna see you, more.”
“You want to…” Donna’s body jerked.
“Show it to me, Mom!” Timmy demanded. “Lemme see what it looks like.”
“See what?” she asked, fearfully, knowing what he was talking about. “Your fucking cunt!” Timmy snapped. “I wanna see your fucking cunt, Mom!”
“Please,” Timmy she said, tears forming in her eyes. “You know I’m your mother.”
“Show it to me!” he rasped.
Donna’s body shook, and she was afraid now, but not that her son would slap her or hit her. He wouldn’t do that. No one had ever beaten her. They just made her do what they wanted by words, gestures, and she obeyed. She was afraid her son was going to dominate her just as the others had, and she wouldn’t be able to prevent it. She couldn’t stop him, she had to do as he said — her way was to obey, just as she had all her life.
Men gave the orders, women obeyed. Men made demands, and women complied. No matter what the man wanted, women had to do it. Donna had been raised that way.
So she did as her son ordered.
She pulled her robe out of her crotch, her fingers shaking.
Her panties were nothing to get excited about. They were standard, the white cotton utility type, not in the least sexy. But her panties weren’t what interested Timmy. It was the way her cunt bulged inside the crotch, the strands of curly hair sprouting from the elastic leg.
Timmy pulled the coffee table out of the way, and stood in front of his mother. He shoved her legs apart, staring between them, his cock throbbing in his fist.
When her son told her to shove
her ass forward, she did, her shame growing worse. With her ass hanging over the cushions, legs spread, she knew her son could see the wetness of her panties.
He pumped on his cock awhile, then said, “Show it to me now, Mom!”
“Timmy, honey, don’t make me do that!” she cried in shame.
“Goddamn it, Mom!”
Her fingers shook so hard, she had trouble trying to pull her panties off. She turned her head to one side in shame, and finally got them from her feet.
Timmy stared with hot eyes at his mother’s cunt, seeing the thick hair fanning outward to her hips, curling along the lips of her cunt. When she parted her legs again he saw the pink wetness, the glistening tip of her cunt. Donna’s tits rose and fell as she sobbed, humiliated, and unable to do anything about it. When Timmy yanked her robe apart, exposing her tits, she cried harder, her arms hanging loosely at her sides, eyes squeezed shut. Tears seeped from them, making her burning cheeks wet.
Timmy stood between her legs, jacking back and forth on his cock. He had not really expected his mother to obey him, but now that she was, he became bolder. He tested his power over her.
“Hold your cunt!”
“Timmy, dont.”
“Hold your fucking cunt, Mom!”
“O God,” Donna sobbed, cupping the fingers of her hand about her hairy cunt. She felt the wetness against her palm and she felt heat, too.
“Timmy…”
“Shut up,” Timmy groaned. “Shut up and do what I tell you to do!”
“Yes, Timmy,” she said softly, meekly.
“Hold it open,” he said. “Hold your fucking cunt open for me.”
Donna spread the hairy lips of her cunt. She was bright pink with shame from head to foot. But she was excited, too. She didn’t understand her excitement. This shame seemed to create a wild, searing heat inside her. Her cunt was pulsing with heat, her clit straining in hardness. She was becoming aroused.
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