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Two Horny

By: nonesees



Hello everyone, this is my first attempt at a story for this site so please let me know what you think. Construction criticism and feedback is welcome and I apologise in advance for any errors in spelling or grammar. If the reception for this work is positive I have an idea for a number of sequels. I hope you enjoy!

And all characters are over eighteen.

* * *

I lay sprawled on my bed, quietly fuming. I'd broken up with my boyfriend Mark about two weeks ago after I'd caught him fucking his ex-girlfriend, and while I was mostly over it the memory still stung whenever I thought about it. But this wasn't why I was angry. Mark and I had been pretty active, and I was starting to feel the irritation that going without brings on. My parents were going out tonight with the Mercers, and so I'd been looking forward to having the house to myself and getting a little me time.

So of course tonight had to be the night where my parents caught my brother with alcohol and decide to ground him.

I know I can't really blame my brother. I used to smuggle drinks to my friends when I was even younger than he is, only I managed to never get caught. Except for one time with dad, but I managed to wiggle my way out of it. Still, my sympathy for him was overlaid with annoyance that he had to caught tonight of all nights, and it took a lot of self control not to thump him.

I was still lying on my bed, wondering whether or not I should just go to a club and hope to pick someone up when there was a knock on the door and my dad spoke through it.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah," I sighed, and my dad stepped in cautiously. He and mum always knew when I was annoyed, and he in particular knew when to leave me alone. Mum, unfortunately, did not.

Dad stood half in the doorway, looking at me with faint concern. He wore black trousers with a matching jacket and tie over one of his few button-up white shirts ― what he generally referred to as his "adult clothes". He was hopeless when it came to clothes, and it usually fell to mum or me to dress him whenever he had to go out.

"You look nice dad," I said casually. "Mum might have to keep a close eye on Mrs Mercer tonight."

Sensing my tone, dad sauntered over to my mirror and looked at himself proudly. "That she might," he said critically, then glanced at me in the mirror briefly. "And at least one of us is nicely attired," he said archly.

It was then that I spared a quick look down at myself. I'd changed into an old nightshirt which was getting a little small for me, and as I'd shifted on my bed it had ridden up, exposing most of my midriff. I sat up and tugged it down impatiently, checking my appearance in the mirror to see if it was any better. As I did my eyes wandered over to my dad's reflection in the mirror ― and noticed his eyes were fixed on the reflection of my breasts, which were straining under the tight fabric of my shirt. Even more surprising was the sudden burst of heat I felt from between my legs, and I felt the muscles of my thighs tense and squeeze together. I looked down involuntarily and bit my lip to stifle a groan, and when I looked back up again my dad was intent on his own reflection once more.

Dad attempted to straighten, his tie a final time, causing it to actually become crooked, and then turned and headed for the door. He paused before leaving and said, "I just came to tell you mum and I are leaving now, so be nice to your brother okay. We probably won't be home until late, so help yourselves to the lasagne left in the fridge and whatever Drew doesn't eat, throw out."

"Yes dad," I sighed, and then as he went to leave I called him back. "Let me fix your tie, mum hates it when it's crooked."

He stood still as I fiddled with his tie and collar, trying to get it straight and presentable. He was a little taller than me, and as I fiddled I realised that if he looked down he would have a lovely view at his daughter's firm breasts, and a slight glance upward showed me he was taking advantage of it, and not very subtly either. I felt that heat again, and couldn't help pressing myself against him. I struggled to hold in a moan, but then one slipped out as I felt his hardness push against my thigh and I started rubbing against it. I felt one of his hands cup my behind, and I have no idea how far it might have gone if mum hadn't inadvertently interrupted us.

"John, three minutes!" she yelled from somewhere downstairs, and we immediately stepped apart. My face felt warm, and I would have been embarrassed if it wasn't for the look of hunger of my dad's face before it suddenly disappeared.

"Try to have a good night," dad said, and gave me a quick (fatherly) hug and peck on the head. "And try not to be too mad at your brother. Your mum's the one who grounded him. And besides," he said pointedly, "someday you may enjoy having him around."

I frowned. "I know, but he was still stupid." And then I couldn't help but grin slightly as I added, "Although he could have always tried to reason with her, like I did with you."

Dad's face immediately reddened. He opened his mouth to say something, thought better of it, and turned and left my room. I heard his footsteps on the stairs, the muffled sound of my mum's laughter, and the front door slamming shut. A few seconds later the car started up and he was gone.

But the heat between my thighs was not.

* * *

I spent most of the late afternoon and early night moping in my room, trying to find a way to distract myself. I had a few toys and other things that could have dealt with my frustrations quickly and easily, but Drew's presence in the house killed that possibility. I get quite vocal, and even if he was plugged into his computer playing some lame videogame there was a significant chance he could hear me, so I was forced to try ignore the problem.

My encounter with dad had only made it worse though, and as much as I tried to immerse myself in my music on the dramas constantly unfolding on my friend Lana's Facebook page, my mind kept returning to the feel of his hardness against my leg. I knew it was sick and wrong, and despite my age probably still illegal, I had liked it. It didn't help that I'd already seen it, and I couldn't stop myself wondering what it would taste like or feel like as it inched inside of me―

Enough! I stood up and decided to try eating dinner. With luck it would take my mind off my dad, sex, and most especially sex with my dad. I headed downstairs, passing Drew's room and the muted sounds of special effects explosions from within, and into the kitchen. I pulled the lasagne from the fridge, served myself slightly more than a third of what remained and plonked it in the microwave.

It was while I was waiting for my food to heat up that my mind drifted back to my dad, and I wondered what would have happened if mum hadn't interrupted us, or if it had happened while it was just us home. Would we have had sex? I didn't know. We were almost basically dry humping, and I knew we almost definitely would have continued with that. And at that moment I had been so horny I knew, unless dad had stopped me, I would have rode him until I came.

The microwave beeped, disrupting my train of thought, but I knew how I felt now. I would have had sex with my dad if he'd been willing, and I'm pretty sure that in the heat of the moment he might have gone for it. But I doubted he'd let himself be put in that situation again: he loved mum, and he was not the kind of guy that would cheat. Which left me as high and dry as before.

I ate my lasagne mechanically, too busy thinking to bother actually tasting the meal. For a second, dad had looked like a possible answer to my problem, but now I doubted it. I rarely got the house to myself, which meant I couldn't really masturbate without whoever else was home knowing. And I didn't really want to go hook up with a random guy. I know I could, but that's not really my thing, and I needed regular release. Having numerous one-night stands was too risky.

I was filling up the sink to wash my plate when Drew stumbled in. He headed straight to the fridge and rooted around briefly before emerging. "What's for dinner?"

"Lasagne," I said. "Second shelf. Dad said that whatever we don't eat we should just toss out."

"Right," Drew said, and grabbed the tray with the lasagne in it. After judging it for a second he lumped the whole thing in the microwave and turned it on.

"You could use a plate, you know."

Drew shrugged. "Just means more washing up. Besides, it's microwave safe."

I moved on. Arguing with Drew just led to headaches. I starting washing my plate in the sink when I had that vague feeling you get when someone is looking at you. I craned my head and saw Drew studying the ceiling too intently to get away with being casual.

There was a window above and behind the sink, so as I resumed slowly washing my plate I looked at it. When it was dark, as it was now, it was possible to see a blurred reflection of the kitchen. As I looked, I saw Drew's hand turn to look in my direction, and although I couldn't see his face clearly, I was pretty sure he was looking at my ass.

This was a surprise. I knew Drew liked girls, and had caught him perving on my friends plenty of times, but as far as I knew he'd never really checked me out. In fact I rarely paid that much attention to Drew at all, not out of any malice but simply because we were different people and ran in different social circles. While I wasn't Miss Popular I did have a large and boisterous circle of friends, whereas Drew only had a few, and they were mostly of the skinny, awkward type. Drew himself was on the average side, and I'd noticed he tended to be quiet and uneasy around girls. Lana in particular loved flirting with him and making him blush, and delighted in teasing him with skimpy dresses and bikinis.

As Drew kept staring at my ass, I felt that heat stir between my legs again. It was not in the same league as what I'd felt with dad, but it was there, and I suspected I might be able to do something with this. I'd have to tread carefully though: I was pretty sure Drew was inexperienced, and if I was going to do anything it was vital for him to be into it. Last thing I wanted was for him to rat me out to dad, or worse, mum.

"I'm going for a shower," I announced as I span around, catching him briefly by surprise. Drew visibly started, then stared at the wall. I walked over him, stopping beside him so I was in profile, with my ass and breasts subtly thrust out. I had the satisfaction of seeing Drew's eyes bulge, and I doubt he even noticed the smile on my face.

"By the way, you may want to reheat your lasagne," I told him kindly. "It was ready a while ago."

* * *

It was in the shower I considered my feelings and then decided on a plan of action. I decided that, if he was willing, I was going to get some tonight. I actually physically needed it. So the next step was figuring out how to go about it. I had little doubt I could bring him around to the idea through gradual teasing, but that would take time. And time was something I didn't have.

* * *

Once I was done with my shower I picked out one of my oldest and loosest shirts. It was worn and stretched from numerous washings, and the neckline was significantly lower than it had started out as. Perfect. I coupled this with a small pair of shorts, left my long brown hair loose (Lana had told me he once told her that he liked her hair down), then summoned my courage and went to his room.

I had to knock several times on the door before he opened it and glared at me suspiciously. "What?" he asked waspishly.

I had envisioned greeting him with a smile, and his attitude threw me right off. I crossed my arms and scowled, cocking out one hip slightly. "You're playing on your computer, right?"

He still looked suspicious. "Yes. Why?"

"So what are you playing?"

He paused, probably to try figure out what I was getting at. "GTA five," he said eventually. He'd been staring at my face initially, but his eyes had slowly drifted southward. With my arms pushing into my breasts, he probably got quite an eyeful of my cleavage, something which two weeks ago would have disgusted me but now made me shiver pleasantly. Amazing what a fortnight without sex will do to you.

"That's not going to be too loud, is it?" I asked, deliberately adopting an annoyed tone.

Drew's face brightened as he thought he knew what I was getting at. Poor boy. "No, no," he reassured me. "I use my headphones."

I lean slightly closer and lower my arms slightly, squeezing them to force my breasts upwards briefly. "Good," I say, then turn on my heel and return to my room. With all luck, my little gesture at the end will plant the seeds of doubt in Drew's mind. And I knew Drew. He couldn't handle not knowing what was really going on, and I'd have bet he was holding his headphones in one hand and thinking intently.

In my room, I went to my computer and clicked play. I'd already loaded a video, one of several Mark and I had made together. In this one Mark had filmed me playing with myself for a while before he came and joined in. It said a lot about Mark that his role in the video only lasted for a minute. I didn't intend for the video to go that long though, and after turning the volume up all the way I snuck down towards the stairs and waited. Drew's door was in front of me, and then my room further beyond that.

Within a few minutes my recorded moans drifted down towards my position on the stairs, and even hearing myself got me revved up. I started rubbing the crotch of my shorts and leaned against the wall, and was barely able to lean back out of sight as Drew emerged from his room. I saw him pause, looking at my door intently, before creeping quietly down the carpeted hallway. Towards my door.

I slipped my hand into my shorts and started rubbing my lips as I saw Drew pause outside my door and, after several tense seconds, begin to rub himself. After a minute passed he got more confident and pulled out his dick and started jerking it. I waited until he leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes before making my move, removing my hand from my shorts before sneaking towards him. I was five metres away when he opened his eyes and saw me.

Drew paled faster then I would have believed possible and staggered backwards, trying to stuff himself back into his shorts. I jumped forwards, yanking down his shorts before he knew what was happening, and he fell onto his back. I was vaguely away that he was crying out wordlessly, no doubt to plead his innocence. He had released his dick briefly in an attempt to pull up his shorts, and before he tried to cover it again I grabbed it and wrapped my lips around it.

It had wilted, no doubt because being caught by his twenty-one year-old sister scared the shit out of him, but as I sucked it flexed and hardened and he suddenly stopped struggling as his brain realised what was going on. His dick was slightly sweaty, and I made a note to tell him to wash it, and then he was shooting in my mouth. As I swallowed and released his dick, an awkward silence fell and his dick flopped weakly against his leg. He stared at the ground to his left, his body stiff and I suddenly realised he was scared.

I rested a hand on his knee and he flinched slightly but didn't pull away. "That was your first blowjob, wasn't it?" I asked. I wasn't expecting a reply, and was not disappointed. "Just wash your dick next time. It was a little sweaty."

Drew looked up disbelievingly. "Wash my dick?" he said incredulously. "My big sister trips and falls on my dick and all she has to say is 'wash your dick'?" He struggles to his feet and steps back. In the background the moans from my computer continue. "Aren't you mad?"

"Not really," I shrug. "I didn't really fall on your dick, I just put it in my mouth. Tasted okay, apart from the sweat."

Drew is confused by my casual attitude. "What? That's weird?"

"You're the weird one," I counter. "I wasn't standing outside your room and masturbating." Technically not true, but he didn't know that.

He flushed at this, then seemed to realise my room was still emitting female moans. My moans to be precise. Drew wasn't stupid, and it only took a few seconds for him to understand.

"You planned this, didn't you?" It wasn't a question, not really. "Why?"

"I've been frustrated since I left Mark," I admitted. Despite his protests, he didn't seem too freaked about having his dick in his sister's mouth, so I figured it was time for the truth. Besides, my vagina was so wet my shorts were beginning to stick to my legs. "I saw you checking out my ass in the kitchen ― don't deny it ― and short of picking up some loser from a club I don't have much choice."

Drew flushed at the implication. I raised my hands to stem his angry retort. "I didn't mean it like that. I just know you don't have much experience, and I'm super horny okay."

"Understood," he huffed. He paused briefly, and then asked, "Why didn't you just ... you know ... masturbate?"

"I'm pretty loud, so you would have heard," I said, shifting from foot to foot slightly. I really needed to take care of myself, and soon. "Besides, I prefer a dick wherever possible."

"Even your brother's?" I heard the disbelief in his tone so I forged on.

"Yes, even yours." I smiled to take the sting out of the words. "Now I'm going to go into my room and moan for real. You're welcome to join me if you want. Otherwise I'm going to take care of myself, and we're not going to talk about this again, okay?"

Before he could respond I stepped into my room, leaving the door ajar. I stopped and closed the video and yanked off my shorts as I stepped to my bed, shoving a finger inside myself. I whimpered with relief and laid back, starting to saw it in and out of myself rapidly. I'd added another finger and resigned myself to being alone with the door opened and Drew stepped through shyly, standing against the wall and looking at me. There was a bulge in his shorts.

I kept fingering myself but turned to him and smiled. I was beginning to pant and my fingers were making loud squelching sounds as I waved Drew over. He dawdled but approached me, as if at any moment I was going to declare it all a trick and embarrass him.

"Now Drew," I said between pants, "I know you haven't been with a lot of girls, but I'm not in the mood for a slow build up today. If I wasn't so horny we'd proceed slowly, and maybe we will another day, but basically I just want you to shove your dick into me. Is that okay?"

Drew nodded but didn't move, so I stripped off his shorts and pulled him towards the bed. I figured it would be best to let him control our first time, so I laid on the edge and spread my legs, and then waited impatiently while he shuffled between them. He paused with his dick against the lips of my pussy, and I almost screamed and pulled him forwards but quelled the impulse with difficultly.

"Can I see your boobs?" he asked timidly, and I couldn't help but laugh. He immediately looked offended, and I wrapped my legs around him before he could away.

"Drew," I said calmly, "you can pretty much do whatever you want. If you're cool with this being a regular thing, you can tit-fuck me it you want. Just stick your dick in me and do it now."

Stiffening at the idea of fucking my breasts, Drew thrust into me in one quick motion. If I wasn't so wet it probably would have hurt, and I shuddered with pleasure as I felt him enter me. He paused within me for a few seconds as I clenched and squeezed him, relishing the feel of a hard dick within me, and I remembered his request. I stripped off my shirt, and he gazed at my breasts with such a look of lust I actually had a miniature orgasm, and my pussy clamped around his dick.

Drew began thrusting into me rapidly, supporting my right leg with his arm as he tilted me to the left. The sensation of his hard dick pistoning in and out of her was amazing, and we grunted in tandem as we humped against one another. I had had wild sex before, but this set a new high. It was almost animalistic. He wasn't quite as large or thick as Mark, but he was so energetic that we fucked almost in a frenzy. He latched onto my right breast with his mouth and sucked and teased the nipple with his teeth while mauling the other with his left hand. He was rough but it felt right, and I felt myself squirting as he stiffened and came inside me.


Two Horny



His dick shrivelled somewhat but stayed reasonably stiff inside me, and he panted as he looked at me. My right breast was wet with saliva and he looked at it apologetically.

"I came inside you," he said slowly but with mounting panic. "And I didn't use a condom."

"It's okay," I soothed him. "I'm on the pill, and we're both clean, right?"

He relaxed slightly, but still looked tense, so I reached up and kissed him. I didn't realise until we did it we hadn't actually kissed, and oddly enough it actually felt weirder than having him thrust into me. He didn't react at first, but then I felt him start to kiss me back, and then the even more welcome sensation of his dick stirring within my seeping pussy. I was surprised and delighted to feel this: Mark struggled to get hard twice, and my brother was ready for a third bout if you counted the hallway blowjob?

I pulled Drew to me and rolled over so I was now on top. I felt a mix of our cum drip from my pussy as I sat on him, feeling his dick harden, but he seemed enraptured with squeezing and fondling my boobs. I started to rock back and forth as he squeezed my breasts and flicked my nipples, and then we were fucking in earnest. I rode him cowgirl, leaning over him as I frantically jerked my hips back and forth, feeling his dick slide in and out. My breasts were dangling over his face and he suddenly popped up and nipped one of my nipples playful right as his dick brushed my clit. I screamed as I came hard, my pussy clamping so tight to his throbbing dick I felt like I could feel the ridges of his veins.

Below me Drew grunted hoarsely and bucked, thrusting up into me desperately. I collapsed onto his chest and heard him pant into my ear, "Holy fuck Jess, I've wanted to do this for ages." His admission triggered something within me and I came again. And still he humped up into me, and I couldn't help but think I could have saved myself so much grief if I'd done this earlier.

I was spent so Drew pulled out and shifted out from underneath me. I heard him jerking himself and turned weakly, to see him looking at me and smiling as he furiously tugged on his dick. It looked red and angry, and I instantly wanted it back inside me.

"Doggy style Drew," I said tiredly and parted my legs.

He was there in a flash, forcing himself eagerly into me. He was pretty close, and after a minute of rough thrusting he shot within me, and I came with the thought that my brother was so eager to blow his load in me.

As tired as me now, Drew shuffled to the side and flopped beside me on my bed. I rolled onto my back, and he immediately started squeezing and kneading my breasts, and his dick actually stiffened a little bit, albeit in an exhausted sort of way. I looked over at him, and then down at hand touching me and raised an eyebrow.

"You sure got over your reluctance," I said. He only shrugged in response. I let him continue fondling me though. "Did you mean what you said?" I ask suddenly. I don't think either of us was expecting me to say that.

He hesitated briefly. "Yeah, I guess," he admitted a touch defensively. "You and your friends were always flaunting your bodies and flirting with me. Some of them are pretty hot, but none of them as ever looked as good as you."

"Really?" I'll admit I was flattered. What girl doesn't like to think even her brother thinks she's hotter than her friends?

"Yeah. When you had your first pool party where you wore bikinis, and you wore that little black one, I went out to the pool shed and jerked off twice while watching you. I felt sick and gross afterwards, but I couldn't help it."

"Well now you don't have to only jerk off and watch if you don't want to."

Drew half sat up and looked at me. "Yeah, you mentioned this might be a regular thing. What did you have in mind?"

I snuggled up against him and cupped his balls and flaccid cock, instantly regretting it as I got a palmful of our mixed juices. "I'll work out the details later, but basically while no one's home but us and we're both horny, we can fuck. But for now I'm tired, so let's clean ourselves up and get some sleep." I peeled myself off him and, cupping my dripping vagina, waddled towards the bathroom. As I left I heard Drew call out:

"Can we do anal?"



Two Horny Ch. 02



Hello everyone, in this sequel to my first story we continue from the brother's perspective. Again constructive criticism is welcome, and I thank everyone for their support and interest with my first attempt. As before, all characters ― and the number of them is going to increase ― are over eighteen. I hope you enjoy.

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The sound of my alarm broke into my sleep and I sat up in bed, slapping the snooze button on instinct. The alarm cut out immediately and I collapsed back onto my bed, rubbing my face blearily as I thought about last night. I'd been grounded by my mum after she caught me trying to sneak to my friend Luke's house with two six-packs of dad's beer. I was old enough to drink but Luke wasn't yet (his eighteenth was a month or so away). It wasn't like we were going to get smashed or anything, Luke just wanted to try some before he had his eighteenth birthday party so he knew where his limits were. But mum had this whole almost-religious intolerance regarding underage drinking, and so I was grounded.

Normally I would have woken up furious about this, but being grounded had given me the opportunity to have sex with my sister.

Lying in bed, I couldn't help but smile at the memory. My sister Jess was a few years older than me and was gorgeous. She was of average height but slim, long-legged with a firm ass and boobs. I'd been quietly attracted to her for years, and had internally drooled over her at the many pool parties she insisted on having with her confident, attractive friends. Of course I'd never dreamed anything would or could ever happen: she was my sister after all. But last night something had.

She'd broken up with her boyfriend Mark a few weeks ago, which everyone in my family felt had been a long time coming. Mark was a loser, a thickhead whose only saving grace was his athletic ability, and we all knew he wouldn't last. Despite being happy that Mark was gone though, I knew that the break-up would still affect my sister deeply, I just had no idea how deeply. It turned out that my sister was quite passionate and extremely active sexually, and Mark's absence left her frustrated.

And for some reason I was yet to discuss with her, she turned to me to satisfy her urges. I'll admit I was surprised, but it didn't take long for me to come around. My sister had an amazing body, easily six times hotter than all the girls I've ever been with combined, and she didn't seem to be looking for a romantic relationship, which was good. I loved my sister but as exactly that, as my sister. I didn't want to date my sister or have a romantic relationship with her: between our parents and society, it just wouldn't work. And while having casual sex with her was probably just as bad, it was pretty easy to quash any guilt or unease I had about it. She was hot, we were both horny, and the sex was amazing (for me at least).

There was a tap at my door and then my mum breezed into the room carrying a laundry basket. "Good morning sweetie," she said warmly as she bent down and kissed my forehead, in the process placing her hanging boobs right before my face.

Ordinarily I would have averted my eyes for the two seconds they were there, but after what happened last night I checked them out on reflex. They were large and full, and although not as nice as Jess's I still would have liked to play with them. I felt my morning wood, which had begun to dwindle, start to grow and I felt disgusted with myself. It was one thing to have casual sex with Jess to satisfy our mutual urges, it was another thing altogether to perve on my mum.

"Did you have a good time with your sister last night?" Mum's voice cut into my thoughts and I looked up distractedly. She was now by my desk, tutting as she scooped the pile of clothes by my chair into her basket.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"Did you have a good time with your sister?" she repeated, now standing up straight and looking at me. I couldn't help notice as she did that she looked an awful lot like an older and slightly larger version of Jess, with emphasised curves and wider hips, although her hair was blonde to Jess's brown.

"No we did not," my sister answered before I could, entering my room to glare down at me. I gaped in surprise. She seemed genuinely pissed off as she turned to mum, and I suddenly wondered if she her thoughts on last night were different from mine. "He ate basically all of the lasagne, and then he didn't even wash up after himself. Just left it in the sink and plugged himself into his computer."

Before I could say that I had washed up after myself, mum too turned to glare at me. "Can't you two just find something in common and get along for once," she said irritably. Her earlier cheerfulness was gone. "It would be nice if your father and I could go out more often and not have to worry about how many children would be alive when we returned home."

Jess and I watched her leave the room, and Jess quietly closed the door after she'd disappeared down the hallway. Jess flicked the lock closed and then turned and leaped at me, throwing her body atop mine and kissing me passionately even as she clawed at the bed sheet between us, pulling it down. I was caught by surprise again but then started kissing her back and rubbing her body with my hands, grabbing her ass and grinding her lower body on mine. The feel of her skin on mine and the smell of her hair woke strange feelings within my chest, and a part of me quietly wondered about my earlier thoughts on how I loved her.

After what seemed like a lifetime but was probably only a few seconds, Jess lifted her lips off me but remained sitting on me, her legs straddling my crotch. She was wearing her normal sleep attire, an old shirt and some small shorts, but somehow that made me want her even more than if she had been wearing her bikini or any of her other provocative clothes. She was panting, her boobs heaving on her chest, and I couldn't help but sit up and start squeezing them.

"We need to talk about what this is, exactly," Jess said, gently pulling my hand off her.

"I agree," I said, looking into her dark eyes. My dick stiffened in my shorts as I looked at her, and she obviously felt it as she glanced down and then grinned at me.

"I don't love you, not in that way," Jess said plainly, looking into my face intently. "This isn't a romantic thing. We are not dating, we are not boyfriend and girlfriend; we are just friends with benefits. Agreed?"

I nodded and couldn't help smiling back at her. "Yes. Siblings with benefits."

Jess thought about that for a second then shrugged. Her boobs jiggled nicely and I resisted the urge to grab them again. She didn't say anything for a few seconds, so I thought a slight prompting might help. "You mentioned ground rules last night?"

"Right," she said, focussing on me again. "This is just between us. If you tell your friends, we're done. We each have the right to say no and end it whenever we want, no pressure. And no forcing someone to do anything they're uncomfortable with, or something that might get them caught."

"Those seem fair," I said. I think at that point I would have agreed to anything to be able to touch her again, and I think she realised because she suddenly laughed and got off me. I thought she would go leave but instead she pulled down my shorts and grabbed my dick and started rubbing it intently.

"Hey!" I said in a panic, looking at the door as if mum could burst through at any moment. "What about not doing stuff that might get us caught?" I hissed.

Jess stopped rubbing to look at me. "The door's locked, and mum and dad are having breakfast downstairs. They're always tired after an evening with the Mercers, so just relax. Besides, I thought I'd show how much I appreciated your help last night. Unless you would like me to stop...?"

She had me there and she knew it. I remained silent and she resumed gently stroking me, and then bent down and inhaled my dick. The slickness of her mouth was amazing, and I couldn't help but groan as her tongue flicked the head of my dick. She began sucking in earnest, one hand still stroking the shaft as she slurped on the head. I lay on my back watching her as she bobbed up and down my shaft and then sucked me into her throat. The feeling was incredible, and I started bucking my hips as she swirled her tongue around my dick before sucking back into her throat again. My dick throbbed and she pulled back so the head was just in her mouth as I came, and as I filled her mouth she looked up into my eyes and I wondered what I'd done to deserve this.

Jess swallowed contentedly then cleaned my dick, sucking as much of my excess cum and her saliva off as she could before standing. I ached to throw her down and fuck her, and I thought she wanted me to, but from her performance last night I knew there was little chance of doing that without our parents knowing. She smiled at me and then walked to the door, swinging her sexy ass tauntingly, and I knew I had to say something.

"Next time I'll eat you."

She turned to me as she unlocked the door. I could see her nipples through her shirt. "I look forward to it," she said, and then slipped through the door and was gone.

* * *

After working out the rules with Jess and getting my dick sucked, my mind cleared enough that I realised I should get downstairs and have breakfast before mum or dad got suspicious. It was Saturday and I wasn't expecting to go anywhere, so I pulled on some casual clothes for lounging about the house and went downstairs to the kitchen, where I found dad leaning against the bench and waiting for his toast to cook. Mum was rooting around in one of the cupboards, and he was looking at her ass appreciatively. I was about to enter the kitchen proper and grab some cereal from the pantry when 'mum' stood up and I realised it was actually Jess, and I suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing my dad stare at my sister's ass like that killed my appetite, and I veered off to the living room instead, where I plopped myself on the lounge. I wasn't sure what was happening. Before yesterday, if I'd seen such a thing I would have put it down to dad simply just staring into space rather than looking deliberately at her rear, or even down to automatic male instinct. But I now knew Jess was willing to sleep with her brother to satisfy herself ― was it such a big leap that she might come on to dad as well?

The truth was I didn't know. I recalled last night, how she said my dick was the only one available: was that an unintentional sign that she desired someone who hadn't been available? Dad had been at the Mercers with mum last night. Was he the other to who she might have been referring?

I suddenly felt sick, and found myself staggering outside in the hope fresh air might clear my thoughts. As I wandered around the perimeter of our backyard, I did start to feel somewhat better. I decided that what I had seen in the kitchen was probably completely innocent, and only my recent experiences with Jess had coloured my perception of what had been going on. Dad loved mum and was not the kind of guy to cheat, and the idea he'd do so with his daughter was ridiculous. Still that seed of doubt remained, and I was still wrestling with it when mum walked up to me and tapped me on the shoulder as I was about to do another lap around the pool.

"Andrew!" she said crossly, and I spun around to face her in surprise. "I've called for you several times now! Didn't you hear me?"

I shook my head, as if that would clear my mind of its discomforting thoughts. "No I didn't mum," I said apologetically. "Sorry."

"That's all very well but it would be nice if I didn't have to scream your name ten times to get your attention," she sighed. "While we were at the Mercers last night, Alice mentioned that they've been having problems with their pool filter. Paul has been busy at his new office and hasn't had time to clean it, so I told her you could go past today and have a look at it."

I scowled. It was typical of mum to tell people I would be able to help them without clearing it with me. During my exam period last year, I spent two days working in the garden of Mrs Ryan, my grandmother's elderly neighbour. That had been two eight hour days of pulling weeds and digging holes in rocky soil to plant flowers in the sweltering heat while I was meant to be studying for my year twelve exams. And Mrs Ryan wasn't even our neighbour! That particular incident had left me burned, exhausted, and enormously pissed off at mum for putting me through it. I hadn't even gotten paid.

"I can't today mum," I said firmly. She immediately opened her mouth to argue so I quickly steamrolled over her. "I have study to catch up on. If I work quickly I'll try drop past sometime next week."

Mum frowned and cross her arms. "But I already told her you would do it today," she said irritably and I rounded on her.

"Well maybe you should have checked to see if my schedule was free before signing me up to do other people's chores," I snapped, storming off before she had a chance to launch a counterattack. I headed inside and stomped upstairs, where I headed to my room and locked the door. The gall of that woman sometimes, it drove me to madness.

I collapsed onto my desk chair angrily, still seething with annoyance. While her fostering off other people's responsibilities without my permission was irritating, I was far more annoyed at the fact that I knew I hadn't won, only postponed the inevitable. Soon enough dad would knock on my door, and I'd be treated to his whole spiel on 'keeping the peace', and I'd end up over at the Mercers' either this afternoon or tomorrow morning.

Fixing their filter probably wouldn't be too bad and was more likely to consist of cleaning rather than fixing, but I still detested how it was forced upon me. The Mercers were nice people, Mrs Mercer was particularly kind to me, and it had been a while since I'd seen their daughter Amy anyway. She was a year older than me, and we'd been surprisingly close growing up, hanging out regularly until she started high school and had less time for the awkward, nerdy son of her parent's friends. I'd only seen her occasionally since then, usually at parties that both of our families attended. The last time I'd seen her had been at a New Years party, where we'd actually had a really pleasant conversation. She lived with some friends, but at the New Years party she'd been considering moving back home, so it was possible that I might bump into her.

Almost right on cue, there was the expected knock on my door. I debated ignoring it, but that would only irritate dad for no gain, so I reluctantly opened the door and let him in. He closed the door behind him and remained standing while I returned to my chair, and for a moment we were quiet, simply looking at each other.

Dad cleared his throat. "Mum told you about the Mercers' filter, huh?" he asked.

"Yep." My tone was not kind.

"From what I say last night, the pool mostly needs cleaning," he tried. "It should only take an hour, maybe an hour and a half."

"That's not the point and you know it."

He sighed. "I know. It annoys me too when your mum gets me to do stuff without asking me first. So don't do it for her, do it for the Mercers. It's getting hotter, and Alice really wants her pool operational when Amy comes back for the holidays. I would do it but I've already got things to do for your mum this weekend."

I scowled. While I did have study to do, I wasn't that busy, and I probably would have spent half of today playing on my computer anyway. "I'll go past later," I reluctantly conceded, and he smiled tiredly at me.

"That's good," he said quietly. He went to leave but lingered at the door. "It might be nice if you asked Alice if there was anything else around the house she needs doing. Paul has been extremely busy as of late, and she'd probably appreciate the company more than anything else."

Dad closed the door, leaving me wondering about his last words.



Two Horny Ch. 03



Hello again everyone for the third part of Two Horny. I thank everyone for their feedback, and I hope those of you who have read the second part were not too disappointed. I know some readers have mentioned they didn't like the direction that one took and want the dad kept out of it, and to that I say I'm sorry, and you might not want to read this one then. This part focuses on Jess and her dad, in particular the history between them that was hinted at in Part One.

Thank you to those who have posted comments or left feedback ― I do try to take it onboard, and I hope you're not too disappointed the story hasn't proceeded in the direction you would like (and to advocates of Jess/Drew, they will feature again in the future).

As always, all characters are older than eighteen.

* * *

I left Drew to his childish sulking in his room and headed downstairs and then outside into my shed, where I hoped I could get a measure of peace and privacy in which to examine my own problems. I was wracked with guilt and fear over what I'd done with my daughter, and not just last night. She and I had been intimately involved before, a spontaneous once-off occasion which I'd since done my best to try to forget.

I kept trying to justify what I'd done to myself, but all my excuses sounded flimsy and hollow to my ears, and I dreaded what Casey would say when I told her. I tried to tell myself it was just a father-daughter hug, but I knew I was kidding myself. Fathers don't stare at their daughter's breasts as they hug them, or cup their ass and grind up against them. The memory of the lust I felt at that moment haunted me and frightened me with its sudden, unexpected intensity.

The fact that I had seen that lust echoed on Jess's face and in her eyes was even worse.

I didn't know what to do. I knew the right thing was talk to both my wife and daughter about it, but I dreaded both conversations. Casey would be disturbed and devastated, and I knew she might very well leave me. My marriage could be ruined by one moment of stupidity, but concealing it from her was killing me. I had no idea how the talk with my daughter could go.

My insides churned unhappily and I couldn't help shaking my head ruefully. Under ordinary circumstances, a night with the Mercers left both Casey and I feeling relaxed and satisfied. The Mercers were the last couple from our youth that we kept in touch with, and as such were the only couple we still swung with. We'd known the Mercers so long they were almost family ― my mind caustically reminded me that the key word there was 'almost' ― and we enjoyed getting together at least once a month.

Which was, I reflected, probably part of the problem with Casey in the first place.

When we'd first met and started dating, Casey had been almost insatiable. After our first time together she'd been keen for it almost all the time, and we'd spent much of our first six months together in a haze of passion and lust. I'd never been happier than those first six months, and even afterwards when we slowed down a little, we were still having sex every two or so days. This slowed down a little further after we'd gotten married and both started working, but that was because we were both busy rather than out of a lack of interest ― our weekends were still often dominated by indoor activities.

Even after Casey got pregnant with Jess we kept going at it, and after she was born. I had heard from most of married friends that after the baby was born and that's where all Casey's attention would be, but we still always managed to find time for one another. We kept going on regular dates, where we'd end up having quieter, but no less enjoyable, sex while the baby slept in another room. I assumed we would continue on this path and we had, until the night with the Mercers.

It was a drunken mistake at a New Years party. Alice's brother had challenged Paul and I to a beer pong match, and we'd accepted, getting pretty drunk in the process. Our wives had also been drinking a little themselves, enough so that when I crept up on Alice in the early hours of the morning, neither of us realised straight away that the other person wasn't who it was meant to be. I'd fucked Alice hard, not realising that the woman under me wasn't Casey until I had shot my load inside her.

I'd almost died with guilt and, after apologising drunkenly and profusely, staggered to tell my wife. But to my shock she was lying on her hands and knees just outside the room with Paul furiously humping her from behind. She and Paul had stumbled across Alice and I and, to even the score, fucked each other. By all rights this should have destroyed our friendship, but we all decided to just let it go. It was alcohol and bad judgement. I had resolved to never speak of it again, so it was a shock when a week later Alice and Casey approached Paul and I with a proposal: that we get together every now and then for some swinging fun.

We'd been doing it for years. After the initial weirdness wore off it was great fun. Alice was shorter and slightly larger than Casey, but that just meant her curves had greater emphasis, something I loved. Her breasts were larger too and, as of late, her pussy was a bit tighter than Casey's as well. For his part Paul had always had a thing for slim blondes, and was almost too eager to sample my wife whenever possible, although it was hard to justify my jealously when I was a few metres away, thrusting into Alice.

So swinging with the Mercers was fun and I accepted it, although it wasn't necessarily a part of my ideal image of life with Casey. But where those nights were once just chances for full-blown, all-night wild sex, they were becoming my only chance for sex. Casey was pulling away from me, and I found that lately I was fucking Alice more often than I was my own wife and, more disturbingly, Paul was fucking Casey more than I was. He and I were good friends, but I couldn't help remember how he'd stolen girlfriends of mine in past and not feel a shiver of apprehension.

It probably also didn't help that Alice had called me last week and told me she suspected Paul of having an affair.

The door to my shed swung open and Casey stepped through, knocking me out of my reflective mood. "Yes dear?"

"Did you speak to Andrew?" she asked. I suppressed a frown at both her tone and the fact she insisted on calling him Andrew. He had long made it clear he preferred to be called Drew, but she had yet to give it up. It was still an issue between them, and I was sick of the arguments. From both sides.

"Yes. He is not happy about it, but he agreed to go past sometime tomorrow after his homework is done," I told her, and she screwed up her face in a frown.

"He has to go past today," Casey said. "In fact I'm leaving in five minutes, so I can drop him off if he comes now."

I immediately made myself look busy, shifting some tools around purposefully. "Well you better go and tell him then," I said, making it damn clear I wasn't going to deliver this news for her. "Unless of course you'd just rather I drop him off tomorrow."

There, I'd provided her with an alternative option so she could avoid a row with her son. But did she take it? No. Casey swept off to the house, and I closed my door and sat down, wondering how twenty-two years of marriage had led to this. I'd been married to Casey for half of my life now, and what things had never seemed worse.

Anyway, she was gone now, taking Drew with her (I knew he would go. Casey would give him little choice), which just left Jess and I home. My mind immediately returned to our encounter in her bedroom, and beyond that the incident where I'd caught her smuggling alcohol out of the house...

* * *

It was a Friday and I'd come home from work early, hoping to surprise my wife and whisk her out to dinner. She'd been spending an increasing amount of time at work recently, and our sex life was definitely suffering. Sometimes it seemed that the only times she got home before six thirty was when we had plans with the Mercers, hah! We'd had plans tonight but Paul was stuck in his office and had to cancel, and I knew Casey was free, so I'd made reservations at her favourite restaurant. I'd bought champagne, her favourite type of chocolate, and some flowers for her. I was really making an effort.

I placed the champagne in the fridge to keep it chilled, ditto the chocolates, and placed the flowers in an empty vase. It was just past five, so Casey wouldn't be home for another hour, so I rushed upstairs and shaved and then had a shower to make sure I was clean and presentable. It was when I was exiting our bathroom I realised my last pair of clean underwear were in the dryer, so with my towel wrapped around my waist I went to get them. And bumped into our daughter. Quite literally.

Jess bounced off me and fell to the floor, letting out a cry of anger and pain. I immediately bent over and offered my hand, which she ignored as she pushed herself off the floor. Jess was just turned eighteen and going through some issues, particularly with her mother. She was of the opinion that she was now an adult and entitled to make her own decisions, something which Casey fought at every opportunity. I personally sought the middle ground. I was happy for Jess to pick her own path, but there were some things that I could not let go. Such as how she'd taken to dressing.

She was bound for a party tonight, and her clothes made me internally cringe. She was wearing a tiny, figure-hugging red dress that I had never seen before. It started halfway down her bust, revealing far too much cleavage, and ended mid-thigh, so high that boys would be able to get an eyeful by simply watching her walk.

"You are not going out dressed like that," I stated clearly and firmly. This was my serious voice, and Jess knew it.

"Dad!" she whined, but I didn't care. No daughter was going out dressed like that.

"I'm standing here wearing a bath-towel and am still dressed more modestly than you," I said, and all of a sudden we both realised that I was only wearing a towel. It could have been embarrassing, but I pushed past it. "Unless you'd rather stay home tonight, I suggest you go and wear something that won't pop off if you sneeze."

Leaving her to scowl at my back, I headed to the laundry and retrieved my underwear, then returned to my bedroom and got dressed. I put on a nice blue suit and a nice shirt and tie, and when I looked at myself in the mirror it seemed off. I could never pick out clothes. I stuck my head out into the hallway and hollered for Jess to come help me for a minute. She appeared, reluctantly, and took in what I was wearing and sighed.

"You know dad, for an architect you have a terrible grasp of matching colours," she said, and went about picking out some better clothes for me. She'd changed into a more respectable blue dress, still short but not terribly so, so I sat in silence while she went about her business.

"What's this for, anyway?" she asked as she returned my blue suit to the wardrobe. "I thought you had the Mercers tonight?"

"Paul's busy so we cancelled," I explained, "And since your mum is rarely free, I thought I'd use this night to treat her a little."

Jess snorted. "Fat lot of thanks you'll get," she huffed. "I don't know why you still put up with her sometimes."

I looked at Jess with some alarm. I knew they had their differences, but the venom in her voice was completely unexpected, and it worried me. "I love your mother," I said cautiously. She made no response. "I know she's been busy lately and she's been under a lot of stress, and you too haven't been getting along―"

"I don't want to talk about it now," Jess interrupted, and then starting handing me clothes. "This will look good," she said shortly, and then left, probably to finish getting herself ready.

I dressed and headed downstairs, where I put some ice in a bucket and rested it on the living room table. I placed the chocolates beside it, put the champagne in the bucket, and then fetched some candles and two glasses. Jess and Drew were both going out ― in fact Drew had told us he was heading straight to his mate's place ― so for a while it would just be Casey and I, and I was determined to make the most of it.

Six o'clock came and went. Six thirty saw me sitting in the light of several slowly-dying candles, alone. At twenty to seven I tried to call her and got no answer. I called again. And then once more. At ten to I blew out the surviving candles, and tried to call her again. This time she answered, and after a few seconds of muffled rustling I heard her voice.

"What is it, John?" she sounded out of breath and irritated.

"Well it's almost seven and I was wondering what time you'd be home," I said, struggling to keep the annoyance out of my tone. Casey had no such qualms.

"The office is swamped with work right now. We just took on a new client and it's my responsibility to see he's taken care of. I'm not going to home until late, so there's no need to wait up for me. The girls and I are eating in the office, so there's no need to save any dinner for me either."

"Bye," I tried. "I love you―" All I heard was the soft tone of my phone telling me the connection had ended. I hung up.

"I'm not surprised, dad," Jess called from upstairs. "All she does it work now."

I didn't respond, and for a while just sat by myself in the dark. I felt anger and despair wash through me, and the anger won. I got up and left, slamming the front door behind me, leaving the champagne and chocolates where they lay. I ran down the driveway and then turned, running along the street as if I could somehow sprint away from my problems. The pounding of my feet matched the pounding of my head until it almost seemed I would burst. I reached the end of our street and turned, continuing down the road until I reached a corner, where I turned again. My breath burned in my lungs as I reached another corner and turned again and then stopped, my chest heaving as I bent over, my knees and ankles burning.

I don't know how long I stood there but eventually my breathing settled and I continued along this last road, knowing if I turned left for the fifth and last time I'd be back on my street. It was getting dark and I walked slowly, irritated at the world in general. My anger had faded but the despair remained, and I decided that I'd get home and drink myself into a slight stupor to get myself to sleep. As my father used to say, alcohol didn't solve your problems, but it made enduring them a lot easier.

I kept most of my beer in the fridge in our garage, so that was where I headed. I assumed that Jess would have left by now and, in doing so, locked the front door, so I ignored the house completely and slowly made my way up our dark driveway. I carefully stepped through the side-gate and then up to the garage door. I opened it and stepped inside and was greeted by a shrill squeal of surprise as I bumped into something solid and warm in the dark.

Stepping back, my hand slapped the wall by the side of the door, hitting the light switch. Light filled the garage, falling on Jess where she was scrambling up off the floor. She was wearing that red dress again and, almost as bad, she had a small cardboard box that she had half-filled with bottles of beer.

I was shocked. While I knew Jess was eighteen and legally allowed to drink, she'd never shown any inclination to do so. She might have a sip of her mum's wine every now and then, but she'd always politely refused any alcoholic beverage when around us. I had thought she didn't like the taste, or maybe just wasn't interested in it. But here she was, dressed like she intended to walk along the side of the road, with a box filled with beer. And stolen beer at that.

She knew she was in trouble, and she seemed frozen by fear. She crouched before me, that stupid dress fluffed up so much she might as well as not worn anything, gazing up at me fearfully. Her eyes searched my face, and began to water.

"Who are those for?" I asked her quietly, gesturing to the beers. She just stared at me. "I'll ask you one more time, and please don't lie to me. Who are those for?"

Jess swallowed and mumbled, "Some boys."

"What boys?"

Again, the mumbled response, "Some boys Lana met. They were going to take us to a party, but we had to bring stuff, to be fair, you know. We both had to bring some drinks, and Lana had to get food too."

"Right," I said angrily, my temper rising. "Where is this party?"

Jess hesitated. "I don't know."

"You don't know?!"

She was upset and defensive now. "They didn't tell us because they still had to sort out whose house it was going to be at with their friends. They're going to pick us up from Lana's house."

I pulled out my phone and started dialling. Jess immediately panicked and went to stand, but then cowered as I glared at her. "You and Lana have both been very foolish," I nearly spat, "The kindest thing those guys could have done to you too is take your drinks and food and then ditch you somewhere. I doubt you have any idea of what kind of shit you two could have walked into. I thought we raised you better than to go off to a party ― that you have no idea where it is ― with a bunch of guys you barely know."

As I scolded her, Jess turned away, looking sick and suddenly scared. I hoped she was thinking about the consequences of what just happened rather than being worried I was about to get her friend in trouble. I found the number of Lana's family on speed-dial and waited while it rang. It was eventually answered.

"Hello," a woman's voice said. Lana's mother, I supposed.

"Hello Mrs Brown, this is John Walker, Jess's father," I said.

"Oh, hello John," the woman said. "Is Jess feeling okay? We're expecting her over shortly."

"Mrs Brown, are you aware of what Lana and my daughter planned on doing tonight?"

There was a slight pause. I could almost feel her suspicion growing. "They told me they were going out with some of their girlfriends to dinner," she said slowly.

I then proceeded to tell Mrs Brown everything I had learned from my daughter, and by the end of it she was as angry as I was. She thanked me for calling her, and apologised that she had allowed Lana to almost drag Jess into a potentially dangerous situation. I said it was okay, as I personally felt that each of the girls was evenly responsible for what had almost befallen them. As I looked down at my daughter, who refused to meet my eyes, I couldn't help but feel glad that Casey was working. God knows what might have happened if Jess had been able to go out tonight.

As I stared down at Jess I couldn't help but notice how much flesh she was showing, and how much of a young woman she was. From my vantage point standing above her I could see almost everything, and as I looked at her heaving chest something completely unexpected and unwelcome happened. I started to get hard.

Revising my plan to get drunk, I thought I'd send Jess to her room and then watch some television myself, after we had a bit of a chat about trusting strange boys and being safe with your friends. I coughed and went to speak, but Jess interrupted me.

"You're not going to tell mum, are you?" she asked desperately.

I paused. Casey was already unhappy with Jess, and while they fought most of the time anyway, this could worsen an already strained relationship. I was angry at Jess but I was fair, and I knew Casey would not be. She would come down and come down hard, and Jess would be punished severely. I had no problem with that but I knew Casey would go too far, and her overbearing and controlling manner would likely destroy what little peace they had left between them.

Evidently Jess took my pause the wrong way, because she started looking around wildly. "Please dad," she pleaded, "I'll do anything. I'll..." her eyes continued to roam frantically, skating over me before coming to rest on my crotch. "I'll rub you off through your pants," she said desperately.




Two Horny Ch. 03



I was stunned and confused. What was my little girl thinking? I was trying to think how to reply when, mistaking my silence, she tried to bargain further. "I'll give you a handjob," she blurted. Her offer, and her willingness to do such things simply to get out of trouble horrified me, but before I could string the words together she was kneeling in from of me, and then her warm hand was cautiously stroking the front of my pants.

That would have been the time to stop it, but I was stunned. I hadn't been touched by a woman with such care in a while now, and so I did nothing as she pulled down my trousers and underwear. My dick, which had no morals and had swelled in size, popped out and struck her chin. She recoiled in surprise briefly but then took it her small, warm hands and began to stroke slowly. I stood still like a deer in headlights as she stroked me slowly and carefully, her inexperience obvious, and then started jerking it quickly.

She was on her knees now, her head around my navel, and I stared uncomprehendingly as the hands moved back and forth. Her firm, perky breasts jolted as she moved, and unbidden one of my hands reached out and lightly caressed the left one. She flinched slightly then looked up at me and smiled, taking one hand off my swollen dick to pull down her dress. Her breasts burst free and bobbed up and down, her nipples large and puckered. I stroked one, feeling the nipple beneath my thumb like a pinhead, and I realised that, sick as it was, she was enjoying this.

The feel of my daughter's hands around my dick, the soft firmness of her breast in my hand ― it was a wonder I lasted as long as I did. But when I came it was like a flood, a great spurt of cum shooting from the end of my dick. It splattered all over her hands and chest, some even landing on her chin, and she squealed and jumped back.

Her squeal and leap broke the daze that had enveloped me, and I looked at her in horror at what I'd done. She had no such qualms, looking at the semen I'd coated her in with interest and curiosity. She stood, smiled at me somewhat sheepishly, and then went inside to clean herself up. I, after spending a few minutes dispelling my shock, went and did the same, also cleaning up the stray spurts of cum I'd gotten on the concrete floor.

* * *

Life had returned to relative normality after the incident. Jess never mentioned it, and apart from last night we'd never come close to being in such a situation again. I'd made sure of it. But I wondered for how long I could keep this the case. My sex life with Casey was worse now than then, and I now suspected that Jess actively wanted me. I didn't know how long I could hold out before I allowed a situation like last night to escalate, and it scared me.

Behind me the door swung open and Jess stepped in, shutting and locking it behind her. I started to sweat. She was wearing a pair of tight shorts I would never permit her to wear outside the house, and a worn out grey sweatshirt.

"Why did you lock the door?" I asked, trying to sound authoritative and collected and fatherly. I failed on all three counts: I sounded like a nervous, horny schoolboy.

Jess smiled, her dark eyes gleaming. She moved slowly towards me, oozing sex from every pore. I was damned and I knew it. No man deserved to have to withstand such a temptation, especially when that temptation actively sought him. "Mum and Drew are gone," she said simply. "And I was thinking about last night, and that time you caught me in the garage. And I couldn't help thinking there was unfinished business between us."

"Jessica," I tried, "I'm your father."

"I know," she said, standing before me now. "But you're also the man who's about to fuck me, unless you see a reason not to?"

Her blatant invitation tore down what remained of my reluctance. I knew it was wrong and it could destroy my marriage, but Casey was doing a pretty good job of that on her own. My sexual frustration took control of me, and, more violently than I think both Jess and I expected, I pulled my daughter off the ground and kissed her passionately. She responded enthusiastically, wrapping those long legs around my waist as I blundered over to my tool bench, my hands squeezing her firm ass. She humped on me and I was torn by my desire to enter her; I dropped her on the tool bench and began ripping my clothes off hurriedly.

By the time I had my shorts off she had managed to remove her own, and I couldn't wait any longer. I pulled her close, rubbing my throbbing dick on the outside of her seeping pussy, lubricating it in her wetness. She moaned something unintelligible, and I pulled back then slowly pushed my way into her. She gripped me so tightly, both of us moaned as I slowly wormed my way inside her for the first time. I was fairly large, and I didn't know how accustomed she was (and didn't really want to know) so I went slowly to avoid hurting her. But once I was all the way in, my lust took over.

Grunting, I roughly thrust myself in and out of her, savouring the way her tight walls gripped me and how she squealed and wriggled below me. I nuzzled my face into the soft skin of her neck, relishing the little panting noises she made in my ear. She yelled loudly and then I felt her contract, her pussy clamping down on me as she came, and to my surprise I felt her squirt onto my stomach. Knowing that I had made my little girl squirt hardened my dick beyond what I thought was possible, and I pumped into her rapidly and furiously. She was humping back against me as I felt my limit nearing, and I realised I desperately wanted to come inside her, but there was still a fatherly part of me that knew that might not be safe.

"Going ... to come," I managed to grunt, and I felt her pussy squeeze me harder. She thrust up against me harder.

"Me too," Jess panted. "On the pill. Do it inside me daddy."

While I didn't care too much for being called 'daddy' while fucking her, the idea that my daughter wanted me to come inside her was too much. I let out an animalistic roar as several weeks of frustration exploded out of me in a single instant, and I spurted several large blasts of cum straight into her. I slowly relaxed, my muscles loosening, and I gently lay atop of her, feeling her heaving breasts push against my chest. She was still wearing her shirt, and after a minute's rest I lifted myself partially off her and looked down.

She was a sight. Her long brown hair was ruffled and messy, her face flushed, her eyes bright with excitement and what I hoped was satisfaction. Her legs were still spread, my softening dick still buried deep within her pussy, and where we joined my pubic hair and her smooth skin was coated with a thick, slippery mix of our juices.

"That was nice," Jess purred, stretching up and laying soft kisses along my neck. I reached out and fondled her breasts, slipping my hand under her shirt and cupping her, feeling her swollen nipples with a perverse delight. It was with some surprise that I felt my dick stiffening inside her ― I was forty-four, and it normally took me ages before I could get hard again without Viagra or other drugs.

Jess felt it too and grinned at me. She pulled her shirt off, barring those beautiful breasts of hers, and I instantly went from half-mast to a full-blown rock-hard erection. "Looks like it's time for round two," she said, gently pushing me off her and then leading me over to my chair. She pushed me down in it and then bent down over my lap.

Her lips slid over the head of my dick and then she was gobbling it almost greedily, sucking and slurping with obvious enjoyment. My hand instinctively went and rested on the back of her head, guiding her as she started bobbing up and down on my dick, taking it deep into her mouth and throat before easing off again. While not as tight as her pussy it had the advantage of her swirling tongue, which she curled around my dick as she sucked.

I was desperately hard by this point now, my dick throbbing and red, so I pulled her off my dick and brought her towards me. She eagerly settled onto my lap, grabbing my dick and easing it into her dripping pussy with a loud sigh of content. For a moment we just sat there, her sitting on me with my dick deep within her, and looked at each other.

"I love you Jess," I said, and kissed her forehead.

Jess flushed and smiled back at me. "I love you too dad," she said, and slowly began to move on me. "I'm so glad we're finally doing this."

I smiled, happy to go slow as she rocked her hips and alternatively squeezed and loosened her pussy's grip on my dick. Her breasts hung before me, and the temptation was too much. I took her right nipple in my mouth and sucked and nibbled the smooth flesh of her breast as my hand rubbed and kneaded the left one.

"What is it with the men of this family and my boobs?" Jess said, and I felt like I'd been hit with a bucket of cold water.

"What?!"

Jess smiled at me and moved faster. I instinctively started humping into her, and she bit her bottom lip sexily before continuing. "I had sex with Drew," she admitted, and then rushed ahead as she the look on my face, "I was really horny. I thought about trying you after what happened in my room, but then you left. So Drew and I fucked. But now I have you, so I don't really need to do that now."

My head was spinning, but the feel of Jess upon me was distracting and I couldn't focus on what should have been my priorities. "And how do you think Drew will handle that?"

"If you're cool with sharing, I'd be willing to fuck him occasionally," Jess said casually, as if unaware she sounded almost mad. "But if not, then I'm all yours. And he can fuck mum or something."

"You want to bring your mother into this?" I asked incredulously. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, or about Jess sleeping with her brother, but all I could think about was how good her pussy felt around my dick and her breasts in my mouth and the little thrill that went through me when she said she'd be mine.

"Not really, but I know he'd fuck her," Jess said, and then all further conversation was abandoned as she began riding me in earnest.



Two Horny Moms, Two Horny Sons



This is a deliberate homage to the wok of Eros (particularly "Hot, Horny Family" and "Mothers and Sons) and like his stories it's short on plot and long on sex.

Even if not stated in the story, everybody is 18 or over.

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"That's it mom, take my cum all over those big tits of yours,"

Jill stood outside her son's room, shocked at the words she'd heard him say. She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help peeking through the gap between the door and the frame, her eyes widening at what she saw.

Tony stood near his bed, totally naked, his hand stroking the biggest cock she had ever seen. His eyes were closed as he wanked the huge shaft, a thick line of pre-cum hanging from the bulbous end.

"Yeah, take it," he said to himself. "Gonna cum over those big fucking tits,"

Jill's mind was in a whirl. Only twenty minutes or so before, Tony had made the latest in a long line of passes at her, trying to turn a maternal peck on the cheek into a furious tongue lashing kiss while pawing at her breasts. She'd sent him up here, to his room, and once she'd caught her breath had phoned her older sister, Kara.

". . . and this isn't the first time he's tried it, either," she'd said to her after explaining what had happened.

"It's to be expected, Jill," Kara had said. "He's a horny teenaged boy with a hot mom. Hell, I'm going to have to have the same conversation with Paul any day soon,"

"Has Paul made a pass at you?" Jill had asked, shocked that her shy nephew would do such a thing.

"Well no, not really," Kara had said. "But I've seen how he looks at me and you. Face it, Jill, we're two hot moms with horny young sons who are eager to fuck anything they can,"

Jill had to admit Kara was right. Both she and her sister had been blessed with good looks and fantastic figures. Jill knew how often she'd seen men and women staring at the huge tits she had that, despite being in her mid-thirties and the mother of a teenaged son, had lost none of their firmness. With her trim waist, her bust appeared to be even bigger and that, coupled with her round, pert ass, had led many men to assume she was just a sex-mad nympho. Including, it seemed, her own son and nephew. When both she and Kara were together they were often mistaken for twins as they looked so similar; not only facially but figure-wise as well.

"The best thing you can do, Jill, is confront him with the situation. Tell him how you feel," Kara had said. "That's what I plan to do with Paul,"

After putting the phone down, Jill had wondered about Kara's words. Her hesitation stemmed from the idea of telling Tony how she felt - while Kara obviously had no idea, Jill was scared of the feelings her son brought out in her.

Now, watching him jerk off, his huge cock in his hand, she wondered whether she was doing the right thing. Summoning all her courage, she tapped on the door and walked in without giving Tony chance to do anything.

"Tony, we need to talk," she said, trying desperately not to look at his cock.

"Fuck, mom, can't I get any privacy?" he said. To her surprise, he didn't pause in his masturbation, but merely sat on the bed, his big dick standing upright in his hand. "I was kinda busy," he said with a grin.

"Tony, please, stop that and cover yourself while I'm speaking to you," she said. "You shouldn't do that in front of your mother."

"Why not? I was thinking of you anyway and having you there to look at is even better," he said.

"That's what we need to speak about," Jill said. "You thinking of me like this. It's not right."

"Why don't you sit here and tell me why it's so wrong, mom?" Tony sat, patting the bed beside him, his other hand still moving up and down his hard-on.

Before she knew what she was doing, Jill sat next to her son. To her shame, she could feel her pussy moistening; just being next to him and slyly watching him stroke his dick was turning her on!

"Tony, you can't think of me this way. It's got to stop. And . . . And jacking off in front of me? What are you thinking?" Jill asked, looking at him.

"I can't stop thinking about you like this, mom," Tony said with that same grin. "You're hot as hell, you've got a fantastic ass and those tits are just . . . Fuck, mom, you're the horniest looking woman I've ever seen!"

"But baby, it's wrong," Jill said, dropping her gaze and finding herself staring right at his cock. It twitched as she watched, a thick blob of pre-cum spilling out of the end and running down the shaft only to be spread out by his still moving hand.

"Show me your tits, mom," Tony said. "Maybe if I see them I'll stop thinking about them,"

"Oh baby, don't, you can't ask your mother such things," Jill said, still watching him jerk off.

"Come on, mom," he said with a little more force. "I swear I'll never ask you again,"

Unable to believe she was doing it, frantically trying to convince herself that he was right and this was the way to end it, she took hold of the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it up to her chin. She hadn't worn a bra and could feel herself flushing with both shame and pride as Tony gasped in awe at the site of her huge jugs, each one easily as big as her head.

"There, that should be enough," she said after the briefest of moments, pulling her top back down.

"That wasn't long enough, mom," Tony said. "Take your top off. Let me see you hold them,"

"No," Jill said. "I shouldn't have done it in the first place,"

"Take your top off," Tony said again. "I want to see them while I jerk off. It's the only way I'll get it out of my system."

Unable to look at him, she grabbed her T-shirt once more and this time pulled it over her head, shaking her hair loose as she placed her top beside her.

"There, happy now?" she said.

"Fuck yeah!" Tony said, licking his lips as he stared at his mom's big tits, his hand speeding up on his cock. "Hold them together, mom," he said. "Let me see you cupping those big fucking tits!"

Shuddering with shame and excitement, her nipples hard despite herself, Jill took her tits in her hands and pushed them together, her cleavage deep and inviting. She wasn't too surprised when Tony stood up in front of her, his huge cock pointing at her. 

"This is so wrong, baby," she said, glancing at the big knob that bounced in front of her as his hand worked up and down the shaft.

"There's nothing wrong about this, mom," Tony said. "This is what I've been dreaming about for so long."

He stepped forward just as a string of pre-cum slipped out of his cock and fell heavily between her tits. She could feel the thick, slimy fluid easing between her big, round tits and gasped, her pussy clenching between her legs, juices starting to flow quickly.

"You gotta let me do this, mom," Tony said, hunching slightly and moving forward, pushing his big dick between her now slippery tits. Jill bit her bottom lip to stop herself crying out in pleasure as she felt her son's hot, hard cock slide into her cleavage and start moving back and forth. Her own son was tit-fucking her and she wasn't stopping him! What was wrong with her?

"Fuck that feels so good," Tony gasped, gently sawing his cock in and out of her cleavage. "Let me sit down again," he said, pulling his dick free and sitting beside his mother on the bed. "Come on, mom, this'll be more comfortable," he said, taking her arm and easing her off the bed.

She couldn't believe what she was doing - letting her son guide her on to her knees and between his legs. Without protest, though, she knelt in front of him and freely held her tits apart to allow him to push his rigid dick between them, before she wrapped them round his cock once more.

"Oh yeah, that's what I want, mom," he said as without a word she began moving her huge tits up and down his dick. Jill's mind was a whirl of contradictions: not only was she letting him tit-fuck her, she was helping him do it! Her rational mind was screaming at her to run out of the room, but her body was telling her to stay, her pussy awash with juices, her nipples harder than they ever had been.

She moaned, despite herself, when she felt his hand run through her thick blonde hair to the back of her head, easing her forwards and down.

"Suck my cock, mom," he said softly. "You know you want to,"

And god help her he was right, she realised. With only the slightest whimper, she dipped her head and as the top half of his cock peeked out from between her big tits, she opened her mouth and flicked out her tongue.

It was Tony's turn to moan as he both saw and felt her tongue lash around the thick knob of his dick, eagerly lapping at the pre-cum that flowed from the end before she moved again ad engulfed his cock in her mouth.

"Oh fuck yeah . . . Suck my cock, mom . . . Suck it good," he cried, watching as she bobbed up and down on his length.

Jill could barely control herself. She was blowing her own son! She loved the feel of his cock between her tits and in her mouth! She loved the taste of his pre-cum and could barely wait to make him shoot off, giving her the cum she hadn't realised she so desperately needed.

As if reading her mind, Tony gasped out "Fuck mom, I'm gonna cum!"

Catching her off guard, he stood once more, moving her back a little, and jacked on his dick again. Jill knelt in front of him, cupping her tits and looking up at her son's big cock.

"Open your mouth, mom," Tony gasped. "Fuck, it's gonna be a big load!"

He grunted as his cock lurched and spat out a thick wad of spunk that landed on Jill's face, laying from her hairline, over her eye and down her cheek before running along her jaw. Another followed, laying another huge line over her face before another came and another. His cock churned out cum time and again, some of it ending up in her open mouth, a lot coating her face before he hunched over and pointed his dick at her tits. Still he came, shooting rope after rope across her huge tits before standing back up and easing his dick back between her lips, sighing as his mother eagerly swallowed the last few spurts.

"Fuck," he gasped, looking down at his mother. She knelt there, dazed and confused, covered in his jism. He'd long imagined giving his mother a facial and now it had happened. "Fuck," he said again, slipping his cock from her mouth and sliding it over her face, smearing his thick cum over her skin. "Thanks, mom," he said with a grin.

His words seemed to startle her into action and she blinked as if only just realising where she was and what had happened.

"How could you do that to me?" she asked, standing up quickly. "We are never to speak of this again!" she said and ran out of his room into her own, leaving her son pleased but confused.

Safe in her own room, Jill stood trying to rationalise what had happened. She'd meant to stop things but had only made things worse. She walked over to her dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror - topless and flushed, she couldn't believe she was covered in her son's cum!

"Never again," she said quietly. "Never again."

She watched herself in the mirror, though, as she wiped at the thick layer of jism that coated her face. Without thinking, she sucked on her fingers, cleaning them of his tasty spunk. She did the same again and again, scooping up his huge load and eating it down, all the while promising herself nothing like this would ever happen again.

*

Across town, Kara found herself wondering about her sister's problem. She had been right when she'd said it was only natural that Tony should want to fuck her - he was a young, horny teenager and she'd often seen how he had stared at both his mother and herself. Unlike Jill, though, Kara enjoyed the attention. She liked nothing more than having an eager teenage boy ready and willing to do what she wanted.

Which made her think of her own son, Paul. The two boys had been born weeks apart and had grown up together more like brothers than cousins but they had turned out quite differently.

Tony, Kara knew, was brash and confident and knew how to get what he wanted most of the time. Paul, though, was more reserved and often shy. Despite his age and good looks, Kara knew her son had never had a really serious girlfriend even though he'd had lots of girls ask him out. In all likelihood, he was probably still a virgin. But, like his cousin Tony, he was still a hot blooded, horny teenager.

She'd lost count of how many girlie magazines she'd found under his bed or the sites he'd visited on the net and the pictures he downloaded into a folder which he thought she'd never find. All of his favourite girls, whether on the net or in the magazines, had one thing in common: they all had really big tits. Some of them had implants, some of them were natural, some only did soft core layouts, others were about as hardcore as they could be. Whichever girl it was, though, it was their big tits that were the focus. As stacked as Kara was, it was no real surprise her son had grown up with something of a tit fetish.

And if Tony was old enough to start pawing at his own mother, then she thought it was time Paul did the same. Unlike her sister, Kara had no worries about fucking her own son; actually, she was intent on doing it.

That evening, after they had eaten together, Paul went to his room. Kara gave him a little time before heading up to her room and getting changed; gone were her jeans and smart, casual blouse, replaced with skin tight jogging pants and a T-shirt that she had never worn out of the house. It had shrunk the first time she washed it and was really too small for her. The thin material clung to her big tits and the neck line had torn, leaving a V shaped gap at the front through which the tops of her tits and her cleavage were clearly visible. Smiling to herself, she walked to Paul's room and tapped on the door.

"Paul, honey, can I come in?" she said, opening the door and looking in.

"Um . . . Sure, mom, gimme a sec," Paul said hurriedly. He was sat at his PC and was frantically clicking the mouse, obviously closing down some files or folders.

As she walked in, she noticed he'd changed into a pair of pajamas and a T-shirt and despite his best attempts there was no chance of hiding the enormous hard-on that tented out the front of his trousers.

"What are you up to, honey?" she asked innocently, stepping over to the desk and leaning down beside him on his right hand side to look at the screen.

"Nothing, mom, honest," he said quickly. As he moved the mouse, still trying to close down some windows, Kara felt his arm brush against her tits that hung low in the T-shirt, the V neck stretching obscenely. Feeling the contact, he glanced quickly over and gasped as he saw his mom's tits almost on display.

"No need to be ashamed of anything, honey," Kara said, reaching out and taking hold of the mouse from his hand, her tits pressing into his arm. "Let's see what's in here," she said, directing the cursor to a folder called CShots.

"Mom, wait, no," Paul said but Kara had already opened the folder, knowing full well what she would find. Dozens of thumbnails spread across the screen, each one showing girls smiling up at the camera, their big tits plastered with jism. Some had one or two small puddles but most of them were simply covered in the stuff, and not just their tits, either; most of the time their faces had been glazed as well.

"Mom, I'm really sorry," Paul said, his face flushed with embarrassment.

"Oh Paul, honey, there's nothing to worry about," Kara said, double clicking on one picture and launching it full screen. A pretty brunette with big tits sat on her haunches, licking her lips, cum having run from her face down on to her jugs. Three guys stood around her, holding their now spent cocks. "Bet you'd like to do that to a girl, wouldn't you?" she said with a laugh.

"Mom, don't, please, I'm embarrassed enough already,"

Kara clicked over on to the next picture which showed a more mature woman kneeling next to a younger girl, both of them pushing their big tits together as a man stood beside them, shooting an impressive load over their jugs.

"Mmm, that's a lot of cum for one guy," Kara said. "Do you cum as much, honey?"

"Mom!" Paul said, shocked at her question. She simply smiled and as she clicked back to the folder, she glanced down at Paul's hard-on which still stood proud in his pajamas.

"Let's see what this movie is," she said, double clicking on the icon.

"Oh shit," Paul said as he realised what file she was opening. Kara had already seen the clip and had chosen it deliberately. It was from a website called BangAMommy.com and specialised in guys fucking older women who pretended to be mothers.

The movie clip - just a 30second freebie from the site - opened and showed a big titted porn star on her knees, holding her jugs together as a guy jerked off in front of her.

"Cum for mommy," the woman said directly into the camera. "Cum on mommy's tits," she said as the guy stroked his dick. She urged him on but just as he grunted that he was going to cum, the clip ended.

"That's a shame," Kara said. "I wanted to see that."

She closed the file down and turned to her son, still bent over, her big jugs pressing against his arm, her nipples stiff.

"Have you ever done anything like that with a girl?" she asked him softly.

"No," he whispered.

"I bet you'd like to, wouldn't you?" she asked him. He nodded, his face beet red with shame. "Would you like to do that to me?"

Paul looked at her in amazement as she moved away from the desk for a moment and spun him round in the swivel chair so that he faced her. She put her hands on the arms of the chair and leaned forward, her tits stretching the thin cloth of her T-shirt, the V revealing most of her big tits. She smiled as she saw him blatantly stare at her cleavage, his cock visibly twitching in his pajamas.

"If you want me, Paul, all you have to say is yes. I'll kneel down right now and suck that big cock of yours and let you shoot your load all over my tits, over my face, anywhere you like. All you have to say is yes, honey."

Paul gulped and managed to tear his eyes away from his mom's tits and look at her.

"Yes," he whispered, not really believing this was happening.

Kara smiled.

"That's my boy," she said, and slowly knelt in front of him between his legs. She grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it up and over her head, showing her son her huge tits for the first time, grinning as he gaped at them in awe. Just like her sister Jill, each one was as big as her head but had retained their firmness; she could easily have been one of the porn stars that Paul looked at on his computer.

"I think you need to lose your pajamas, honey," she said, fondling her own tits.

Paul quickly sat up and pushed his pants down, kicking them free, his eyes never leaving his mom's big jugs. For her part, Kara was transfixed by her son's massive hard-on, easily the biggest she had ever seen. As he sat back down, she reached out and took hold of it, feeling the hot, hard flesh. It twitched in her hand and a thick line of pre-cum appeared at the end of the big knob, trickling down over her fingers as she slowly jacked him off.

"Oh honey, that's a big fucking cock," she said, making Paul grin sheepishly. "Would you like mommy to suck on it?"

"Ye - Yes," he stammered.

She leaned forward and licked his hard length slowly, all the while staring up at him. As she reached the head, she started planting kisses on it, her tongue flicking out and licking up the pre-cum that almost constantly dribbled from the shiny knob.

"Mmmm, mommy likes your cock cream, honey," she said, slurping at the end of his dick before rubbing it all over her face. "Will you give me a big load if I suck your cock? Will you give mommy lots of hot, tasty cum?"

Paul could only nod. Kara smiled before spreading her lips around her son's thick, flared cock head, taking it into her mouth inch by inch, looking up at Paul all the while.




Two Horny Moms, Two Horny Sons



He gasped as he watched his mom slowly slide her mouth down on his dick, her tongue bathing it in spit as she bobbed her head up and down. His first blow-job and it was from his own mother!

"Oh mom . . . Mom that's so good!" he sighed.

Having seen the porn he liked on his PC, Kara knew what to do. Gripping his cock shaft in one hand to keep it upright, she began dipping her head faster, pushing his cock into her throat. She gagged and coughed a couple of times but kept doing it, forcing his dick as far back as she could, making herself gag repeatedly until she pulled her head off his cock. Thick ropes of spit connected his dick and her mouth and she spat on his big prick repeatedly, using her hand to spread the slimy liquid over his shaft before swooping down on his cock again, plunging it deep into her throat. She reached out blindly and grabbed one of his hands, moving it to the back of her head.

Paul grinned as he realised what his mom wanted him to do and started using both hands to guide her head as she sucked his cock. Gently at first but then with more force, he pushed her head down, forcing more of his dick into her mouth and throat, moaning as he heard her gag and cough. Again and again he did it, letting her up to breathe and spit on his dick before pulling her back down and doing it all over again.

Eventually Kara straightened up, still jacking on her son's spit-covered cock.

"Cum for mommy. Cum on mommy's tits," she said, echoing the porn star in the movie clip.

Paul stood up and began stroking his slimy cock, pointing it at her huge tits as she cupped them, offering them up to him.

"Cum on, honey, cum on mommy's big fucking tits."

With a gasp, Paul's dick lurched in his hand and shot out an enormous stream of jism that splattered against her chest. He moved his dick left and right, spraying his mother's big jugs with a massive load.

"Fuck yeah, do it honey, cover me, cum on me!" Kara cried, watching as her son kept on cumming. She'd never seen one man produce so much cum in one go; her tits were quickly covered in the thick jism but still Paul's dick kept twitching and shooting.

He suddenly moved his shaft upwards and delivered several wads over her face, heavy lines that were as copious as his first shots. She eagerly opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out and without missing a beat, Paul slipped his cock back between her lips, groaning as his last few spurts went straight down her throat.

He slumped back on to the chair, his cock half hard and covered in her spit.

Kara knelt in front of him, smothered in his cum and as he watched, she dipped her head and lifted her tits, slurping at the cream that covered them.

She smiled up at him and licked her lips.

"Did you like that, honey?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said breathlessly.

"Good. You get some sleep now and I'll see you in the morning."

She stood up and, with her son's spunk still on her face and tits, left the room leaving Paul happy and dazed.

*

The next day Jill avoided Tony as much as possible, refusing to discuss what had happened the day before or even to admit to herself that she had enjoyed it. Tony tried to kiss her on more than one occasion and in the afternoon had appeared in the kitchen as she stood doing the dishes. He'd taken hold of her hips and pushed his cock bulge against her firm ass, nuzzling into her neck. It had taken all of Jill's self control to push him away and remind him that he wasn't to do such things to his mother. Annoyed and frustrated, he'd retreated to his room and, Jill suspected, would spend the rest of the day jerking off.

In order to keep herself busy, Jill set about tidying the house and decided to sort out the boxes in the loft. She changed into some light clothes - a simple halter top that tied in a knot beneath her enormous tits and a small pair of shorts, reasoning to herself that she didn't want to dirty anything that couldn't be thrown away - and climbed up the ladder into the crawl space.

The loft was low and she had to move about on her hands and knees to move things around and with the heat of the day the loft was incredibly hot. In minutes she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. A full length mirror lay on its side to the left of her and she stopped to view her reflection - she was hot and sweaty, her hair clinging to her face, her clothes sticking to her body. She remembered how she'd stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, watching herself eat up her son's cum from her body and felt her pussy tingle and moisten. Trying to concentrate, she turned back to the boxes but found one that she couldn't move on her own.

It took only a second's thought; she obviously needed help to move it and that meant she'd need Tony to join her. She looked at herself in the mirror again and wondered who she was kidding.

"Tony!" she called down. "I need some help. Can you come up to the loft?"

She heard his bedroom door open a moment later and then his footsteps on the ladder as he climbed up.

"What's up, mom?" he asked as he climbed before exclaiming "Fuck!" as he poked his head through the loft trap door. Jill was on her hands and knees, looking back over her shoulder at him, her tight ass pointed right at his face.

"I need some help with this box," she said, a coy smile playing about her lips. She clung to that idea, that he would be helping her move something, that it was the only reason she'd called him up here.

Tony grinned and quickly climbed into the cramped space. To get to the box his mother pointed to he clambered on top of her, straddling her body and Jill shook as she felt his huge hard-on pushing between the cheeks of her ass. Despite her shorts and the pair he was wearing, she could feel the heat of his pulsing cock and he thrust it against her. Together, they pushed the box back so that it moved to the end of the loft, but once they'd done that, Tony remained on top of her.

"You . . . You can get off me now, Tony," Jill said.

"I don't think I want to, mom," he said, pressing his crotch into her ass, grinning wider as he felt her push back.

"You're too heavy for me, baby," Jill said. "Please move off me,"

Tony moved to the side, but rolled his mother with him so that they both lay on their sides, Jill facing the mirror, Tony propped up on an elbow behind her, looking at their reflection over her shoulder.

"God you look hot, mom," Tony said, staring at her sweaty body in the mirror.

"It's the heat up here," Jill said.

"No, I mean hot. Horny. So fucking horny."

She watched as he reached over her and pawed at her big, sweaty tits through her halter for a moment before sliding his hand under the material, cupping her jugs, stroking her nipples.

"Oh Tony, no, no we can't, it's wrong," Jill said, but made no attempt to stop him.

"Just like yesterday was wrong, mom?" he asked. He pushed his dick against her ass, his hard-on pressing into her. "Feel how hard I am, mom? That's cause I was thinking of you covered in my cum when you called for me." He quickly untied the knot of her halter top and pulled the flimsy material aside, his hand groping at her huge breasts. "God I love your tits, mom," he said.

Jill watched in the mirror as her son felt her up; she could feel his cock pushing against her and was more than aware of just how wet her pussy had become. Tony moved his hand down her side and onto her ass, squeezing her pert cheeks before slipping his hand under the waistband.

"Oh Tony, don't, please," she said weakly.

Her son paid no attention but slid his hand down her sweat covered skin, his fingers grazing over her puckered butthole before slipping easily into her sopping twat.

"Uhhnnn, fuck!" Jill gasped as he started fucking her with two fingers.

"You're so fucking wet, mom," he said. "And you shave as well!" he laughed, feeling her bald pussy lips contract around his fingers as he thrust them as deep inside as he could. He pulled his hand free, smiling as he heard her whimper in disappointment, and pushed at her shorts, tugging at them to get them off.

Jill raised herself up, letting him push them out of the way, getting them past her knees before she kicked them aside, resigned to what was about to happen. Tony raised her leg up and returned his fingers to her hairless pussy, the pair of them watching in the mirror as he eagerly finger fucked his mother.

"Look at that, mom," he said. "How fucking cool is that?"

Jill watched him plunge his fingers deep inside her sopping pussy before withdrawing them. He sucked on them, licking her juices from his fingers then slipped them back inside her, making her moan in pleasure. Jill could feel her pussy spasming, her tight fuck hole loving the feel of something inside it after so long. He pulled his hand free again but this time brought them to her lips.

"Taste your pussy, mom," he said. She didn't hesitate for a second but clamped her lips around his fingers, tasting her own musky scent, cleaning them off as quickly as she could. "You ready for my cock now, mom?" Tony asked her.

"Fuck yes!" Jill cried, surprising herself despite what had happened. "Fuck me, Tony, fuck your mother!"

He quickly pushed his own shorts down, kicking them off his legs and took hold of his cock. They watched in the mirror as he slid it underneath her leg, the bulbous head easing between her plump pussy lips, spreading them as he rubbed it over her twat.

"Ohhhh fuck, fuck me!" Jill moaned as her son slowly pushed his cock into her pussy, the thick length spreading her wide, filling her up. More and more of his big tool eased inside her tight cunt before he started fucking her, sliding it back and forth. "Oh baby, fuck me!"

"You like me fucking you, mom?" he asked, thrusting still more of his meat inside her.

"Oh fuck yes! Mommy loves it! Uhhhhnnn, fuck yes!" She groped at her own tits, pinching her nipples as she watched her son fuck her. "Oh baby, mommy loves your big cock!" she cried, stunned at what she was saying and feeling. "Oh God, mommy's gonna cum!"

She moaned as her first orgasm in so long washed over her, her pussy clamping on the big cock that still thrust in and out of it. Tony picked up his pace, fucking her through her cum, leaning over and kissing her passionately, their tongues slipping around each other. As she came down from her cum, Tony moved them, rolling her over on to her front, her huge tits squashing out to either side of her. Jill spread her legs as wide as she could in the cramped space as he raised himself up on his hands and began fucking her in earnest, cramming his entire length into her cunt on every thrust.

"Fuck me, baby! Fuck mommy! Mommy fucking loves it!" she cried, babbling obscenities as she finally relaxed and enjoyed the incestuous fucking. "Such a big fucking cock! Fuck me! Uhhnn, fucking cumming, cumming!"

Jill came again as she humped back on to her son's huge cock, thrusting her pussy back on to his length, her mind awhirl with the realisation that the best fuck she'd ever had was her own son!

"Fuck, gonna cum!" Tony grunted, plowing his dick deep inside his mother's twat. He thrust one last time and Jill felt his cock lurch inside her as another huge load of spunk shot out of the end. She felt it pouring into her pussy in jet after jet and could hear it squishing around as Tony started fucking her again as he came. Thick streams of jism ran from between her pussy and his cock as he filled her to overflowing in moments.

There was no way she could give this up, she thought, no matter how wrong it might be.

*

Paul spent most of the day wondering if the night before had actually happened or if it had been some kind of fantastic dream. Kara had acted as if nothing weird had taken place; she'd asked him if he enjoyed it and said that she had too, but made no mention of whether anything like it would happen again. Paul, she wasn't surprised to find, was too shy to ask her directly. In the afternoon she went out shopping leaving Paul to kick around the house trying to make sense of things.

When she returned, she found Paul sat at his PC again, his big cock hard and in his hand as he looked at porn on the monitor. He blushed as she stepped inside but didn't try to hide either what he was doing or what he was looking at.

"Is mommy's big boy horny again?" Kara asked with a laugh, gently stroking Paul's cock.

"Yeah, I guess," Paul said smiling.

"Good, because so am I," Kara said. "Go wait in the living room, honey, I'll be down in just a moment. Mommy has something to show you."

Paul did as he was told and sat on the living room couch waiting for his mother, dressed only in a pair of shorts. A few minutes later, Kara walked in wearing a silk robe that she held closed over her body. She stood in front of him and swished around, showing how the silk clung to her every curve.

"I bought some nice things for us today," she said. "I hope you like them."

The robe slipped to the floor and she smiled as Paul's eyes widened. Knowing what he liked based on the porn he had stashed on his computer, Kara had been out buying lingerie. All in black, she wore the tiniest G-string, stockings and a push up bra that struggled to contain her enormous tits.

"God, mom!" Paul whispered, still not believing his luck.

"Do I take it you like this outfit?" she asked. She giggled as Paul simply nodded, lost for words. "I think you should lose those shorts, don't you?"

Her son raised his ass off the couch and instantly threw off his shorts, his huge cock standing proud against his belly.

She stepped forward and placed her knees on the couch, straddling him, his dick sandwiched between them, her huge tits in his face. She was pleased when he reached up without prompting and took hold of her big tits, pulling the lacy cups of her bra down and began sucking on her nipples.

"Mmmm, that's right, honey, suck mommy's big titties," she sighed, cradling his head to her chest. Paul eagerly sucked on them, gently biting at her nipples, making her moan and gasp. She could feel her pussy moistening in anticipation of fucking her son for the first time.

Kara reached down and found his cock, smearing the pre-cum that dribbled from the flared knob around the head of it.

"Such a big cock for mommy," she whispered. "Would you like to fuck your mommy, Paul? Shove this big fucking cock up mommy's pussy?"

"Oh fuck yes!" Paul gasped looking up at her. "Can I, mom? Will you let me?"

"Honey you can fuck me any time you like, any way you like. All you have to do is say it."

"Mom, I . . . I want to fuck you," Paul said.

Kara grinned and slowly raised herself up. She pulled her G-string to one side, exposing her hairless pussy lips.

"Then do it, honey, put that big fucker up my pussy,"

Paul took hold of his dick and moved it back a little, the big head pushing between her sopping pussy lips before it popped into her fuck hole making both of them sigh.

Slowly Kara lowered herself, feeling her twat stretch to take the big invader, her cunt muscles expanding to allow the largest cock she'd ever had inside her.

"Oh honey, oh you've got such a big fucking cock," she murmured, easing herself up and down her son's huge length.

"Are you . . . Are you alright, mom?" Paul asked with concern.

"Oh honey," Kara sighed with a big smile. "I've never been fucking better."

She began moving in earnest, taking more and more of his cock with each downward stroke until she finally felt his pubes touch her pussy lips and he was buried balls deep in her cunt.

"Oh Paul honey, mommy loves you," she said, kissing him, pushing her tongue into his mouth. "Mommy loves your big fucking dick. Now fuck me, fuck your mommy,"

Paul took hold of her taut ass cheeks and started moving her up and down, thrusting his big cock into her wet pussy feeling her muscles clench at his shaft.

"Fuck me, honey . . . Oh yes, yes, like that . . . Fuck me deep!" Kara cried, her pussy sliding up and down her son's giant cock. "God I love it . . . Love fucking my son's big cock! Gonna cum . . . Gonna cum . . . Uhhhhnnn fuck yes!"

Paul kept lifting her up and down on his dick as she came, her mammoth tits jiggling in his face as she moved, gasping and panting as her climax ripped through her.

"Oh you gorgeous fucker!" she cried. "Fuck mommy . . . Fuck mommy hard . . . Fuck mommy's cunt!"

Paul did as his horny mother said, shoving his entire length deep inside her with every thrust, guiding her through the last moments of her orgasm.

"Oh honey . . . Stop for a moment . . . Stop," Kara gasped, slowing the pace of their fucking.

"But mom I . . . I haven't cum yet," Paul said.

"I know honey, I know, but I have something else for you," she said, kissing him. "I've seen the files on your computer, honey. I know you like big tits and cumshots and lingerie and making girls gag on your fat, fucking cock and lots of other things."

She lifted herself off his prick, both of them sighing as she did so, and then turned to her side. She got on her knees and dropped her head and shoulders on to the couch, her big tits squashed beneath her. Kara reached behind her and spread her ass cheeks with one hand and pulled her G-string out of her ass with the other.

"And I know you like buttfucking too, honey," she said over her shoulder. "Would you like to fuck mommy in the ass, Paul?"

"Holy fuck!" Paul gasped. He quickly knelt up behind her and grabbed his cock, slick with pussy juices and pushed it against the puckered ring of her asshole.

"That's it, honey," Kara said. "Push it in gently at first . . . Your cock's so fucking big you need to go easy . . . Uhhhnnn, fuck yes . . . Go on, do it," she moaned.

Paul watched as his big, flared knob pushed her asshole open until it popped inside followed by the first couple of inches of his thick length.

"Oh . . . Uhhhnnn . . . Gently, honey, gently at first . . . Fuck it's so big!" Kara moaned as Paul pushed more and more of his cock into her tiny asshole. He began moving it back and forth slowly, letting her get used to the size of it. "Ahhh, that's it, honey . . . That's it . . . Give me more, go deeper . . . Oh fuck me! Fuck mommy's ass! Fuck it!"

Paul pushed his cock even further into the tight depths of her butt, gripping her hips and pulling her back on to his cock.

"You're ass is so fucking tight, mom!" he gasped, watching his prick disappear into her ass.

"Fuck it, honey," Kara said, looking back over her shoulder at him. "Mommy's ass wants all of it . . . Fuck my ass as hard as you want!"

Her son grinned and with a single thrust, shoved his entire length into her asshole, pulling her back on to it at the same time before dragging it back out almost all the way and jamming it back inside again.

"Oh fuck yes . . . Fuck mommy's tight ass! Yes! Fuck . . . I love your huge fucking prick up my ass! Oh, honey . . . You're making me cum again . . . My ass is cumming on your cock!" She closed her eyes as the pleasure of the ass fucking took over and her second orgasm of the torrid fuck session ran through her body, her ass clamping down on her son's dick. She'd been buttfucked many times before but never so good and never with a prick as big as Paul's.

"You like this, mom?" Paul asked, reaming her butt with his dick.

"Fucking hell yes! Mommy's ass loves your big, beautiful cock!" she purred, looking back at him.

"I'm gonna cum, mom . . . Gonna cum real soon," he gasped.

"You wanna cum in mommy's ass, honey? On my tits? Tell me . . . Uuhhnnnn, fuck! Tell me where you wanna cum."

"On your face!" Paul cried, not surprising her at all. "Let me cum on your face, mom."

He took hold of his prick and pulled it from her tight ass. Kara rolled over on to her back as her son hunched over her, frantically stroking his cock. He groaned as his dick juddered in his hand and the first load of spunk leapt from his knob and landed in a thick, creamy line over Kara's face. She was pleased to find last night's load wasn't a fluke or a one-off as he pumped stream after stream of pearly jism over her features. In seconds, the gorgeous mother was a mess of semen and still Paul's cock kept spurting.




Two Horny Moms, Two Horny Sons



Looking up at her son through the thick ropes of cum that covered her face, Kara leaned up and clamped her lips around the big knob of Paul's dick, reaching up to his ass and pulling him further into her mouth. He gasped as he watched his mom take as much of his spurting cock as she could, straight from her ass into her mouth.

Kara slurped noisily on her son's huge cock, swallowing the thick milky jism as fast as she could, her tongue writhing around his meaty pole, loving the taste of her pussy, her ass and his spunk.

As his cum subsided, Kara let her head fall back and his prick fall from her lips. Still half-hard, Paul used his knob to push his spunk around her face, guiding it towards her mouth where she eagerly licked and sucked at it, eating as much as she could.

"Did you like that, honey?" she asked him, kissing the end of his prick.

"Fuck yeah. That was so hot, mom," Paul said happily.

"You like buttfucking your mommy?" she asked with a smile. "You like her going ass to mouth and cumming on her face?" Paul nodded, grinning like he'd won the lottery. "What else would you like to do?"

"Well . . . " Paul said, blushing and falling quiet.

"I think we're beyond being embarrassed about sex, don't you, honey?" Kara asked, sucking on the end of his prick and staring up at him. She felt it lurch in her mouth and start to swell.

"Have you . . . Have you ever done it with another girl?" he asked.

"Several times, but not for a few years," Kara said. "Would you like to see me eat out another girl's pussy, honey? Watch another girl eat me?" Paul grinned. "Anyone in particular?" she asked.

Paul blushed again as he said "I was thinking . . . Maybe Auntie Jill?"

Kara smiled. "My own sister?" she said in mock surprise. "Why that's disgusting." She reached for his cock which had grown to almost full stiffness again. "What sort of slut would I have to be to fuck my own sister?"

"The sort who fucks her own son?" Paul asked with a laugh, leaning forward and letting her suck on his cock again.

*

The next morning Jill found herself in a situation that even three days ago she would never have believed. She was laid in her bed totally naked, flat on her back, her huge tits cupped in her hands, thumbs and fingers playing with her nipples. Her legs were splayed wide, knees drawn up, and laying between them, sucking and licking at her pussy, was her own son.

Jill and Tony had sucked and fucked throughout most of the night following the incident in the loft and she had awoken to find him eating her pussy, licking at her clit as he slid two fingers in and out of her wet twat.

"Oh, baby," she murmured, a smile on her lips. "Mmmm, eat mommy's pussy."

Tony grinned as best he could. After all her protests, his mother was as eager to be fucked by him as he was to fuck her. He couldn't believe the change in her but he wasn't about to argue.

"I think . . . I think my pussy's ready now, baby," Jill said.

"Ready for what, mom?" he asked, looking up at her, though all he could see was her huge tits.

"Ready for my son's big fucking cock," Jill said with a laugh.

Tony climbed up the bed, laying on top of her, squashing her tits beneath his chest. They kissed deeply as Jill felt the head of his dick nudge against her sopping twat.

"You like the taste of your pussy?" he asked.

"I love it," she said. "On your lips, on your fingers but especially on your cock." She reached down and took hold of his hard-on, guiding it into her pussy. "Uhhhnn, fuck that's so good,"

"You like the taste of other pussy?" Tony asked.

Jill looked at him in surprise but found the idea strangely exciting.

"I've never done that . . . oh fuck, I love your prick . . . fuck me, baby," she gasped.

"Would you like to?" Tony asked her, sliding his huge cock deep into her cunt, fucking her with long, slow strokes.

"Oh baby . . . I don't know," she sighed, trying to concentrate on him fucking her.

"Would you do it for me, mom?" he asked, bending down and sucking on her nipples. "Would you fuck another girl for me? Stick your tongue in her twat while I fucked your pussy? Would you mom?"

"Fuck yes! Yes I would!" Jill cried, realising she meant it, suddenly taken away by the idea. "Anything for you, baby, anything . . . as long as you keep . . . uhnnnn . . . fucking me . . . with that big cock of yours!"

Tony grinned, knowing he had won his mother over. He shoved his entire length deep into her cunt, over and over, fucking her hard and fast.

"Oh baby . . . fuck mommy! Fuck mommy hard! Oh I love it . . . you're making me fucking cum . . . I'm cumming! Cumming!"

Jill's pussy spasmed uncontrollably, tightening round her son's dick as she came once more, her body shaking as she climaxed. Tony kept fucking her all the while, cramming his dick into her pussy and sucking on her huge tits. As she slowly came down from her orgasm, he gently slid his cock out of her pussy, making her look up at him.

"Turn over mom. On your hands and knees," he said.

Tony knelt up on the bed, letting her roll over and get on all fours. She looked over her shoulder at him and watched as he took hold of his dick and aimed it at her pussy, sliding it back inside, holding on to her ass cheeks.

"Oh God . . . fuck me . . . love your big cock! Love it!" she moaned as he started to fuck her with long, deep movements.

Tony watched his cock disappear into her pussy, the plump, juicy lips sliding around his thick length, and then noticed her tight, hairless asshole, slick with her juices and his spit.

"You'll do anything for me, mom?" he asked.

"Fuck yes . . . anything, baby . . . anything." Jill gasped.

He grinned. "Then reach back here and pull your ass cheeks apart," he said, sliding his cock free of her pussy.

She looked at him, her eyes wide in shock. "Oh God . . . you want to fuck my ass?" she whispered. Despite her trepidation, she reached back and pulled her cheeks apart with one hand. "Just go slow, baby, please? Just at first? You've got such a big cock."

Jill moaned as she felt his huge cock head press against her tiny butthole and tried to relax her muscles. She gritted her teeth as the pain of being fucked in the ass rose for the briefest moment until she felt his knob pop into her butt.

"Oh fuck . . . oh fuck . . . oh fuck!" she said over and over as he inched more of his huge prick inside her asshole. "Fuck . . . fuck that feels so big in my ass!"

"You okay, mom?" he asked her, pausing for a moment.

"Yes, baby," she said looking at him. "Go on, give me some more."

He began fucking her gently, letting her asshole get used to the size of his dick, pushing a little more in on each stroke.

"Fuck me . . . fuck mommy's ass!" Jill moaned, pushing back against him. What little pain there had been had quickly vanished, replaced by the pleasure of taking her son's huge dick up her butt. "It's okay now, Tony . . . you can fuck my ass . . . fuck it as hard as you want with your big fucking cock."

Tony grinned and grabbed her hips, jamming his whole shaft deep into his mother's gloriously tight asshole. He changed position slightly, standing up on the bed instead of kneeling, hunching over her and really fucking his cock deep with every thrust.

"Oh fucking hell! Oh fuck my ass! Fuck mommy's ass!" Jill cried, not believing the sensations the hard ass fucking was giving her. She could feel another orgasm building deep inside her as her son buggered her.

"You like that, mom?" Tony asked her.

"I love it! Love your big fucking cock in my ass! Fucking making me cum you ass fucking motherfucker! Cumming . . . cumming on your buttfucking cock!"

Jill could scarcely believe the filth she was saying as she was ravaged by her son, his pile driving thrusts making her cum a second time that morning. She felt her ass clamp down on his huge prick as it swelled within her. A second later and Tony groaned as he too came.

A huge spurt of jism shot deep into her ass, quickly followed by another and another. She'd found he came a huge amount every time but even this load seemed to be bigger than any other so far. An almost constant stream of spunk poured out of his huge cock and quickly filled up her tight asshole before dribbling out around his dick and running down her pussy.

He suddenly pulled out of her ass, holding his still spurting cock, and quickly stepped around to her front, dropping to his knees in front of her. A thick line of cum lurched from his knob and splattered against her cheek before he pushed his cock into her mouth, Jill not having a moment to think. She eagerly took his dick between her lips, though, and moaned in pleasure as yet more jism shot out of his cock, drooling down her throat.

"Fuck yeah," Tony said. "Go ass to mouth, mom,"

She purred, surprised to find the dirty act incredibly exciting and tried to cram as much of his dick into her mouth as she could. Once he'd finally stopped cumming, she took his cock out of her mouth and licked the entire length clean, looking up at him all the while.

"You dirty, gorgeous fucker," Tony said with a smile.

"I'll be as dirty as you want me to be, baby," she said. "You can fuck my mouth, my tits, my pussy, my ass, just as long as I get this big, fat, fucking cock."

"No problem, mom," he said. "So, you'd really do anything for me?"

"Pretty much," she said, sucking gently on his half-hard cock.

"Great," her son said. "Have you ever thought about fucking your sister, mom?"

Jill's eyes went wide in surprise.

*

A couple of hours later, Jill's car pulled up outside her sister's house. She stepped out and walked up to the front door wearing just a T-shirt and a pair of hipster trousers that clung to her tight ass. Following their fuck session that morning, Tony had said he'd love to see her fuck with her big-titted sister and the more she thought about it, the more the idea excited her. She'd never made it with another woman but couldn't think of any girl she'd rather lose her lesbian cherry to.

Nervously she rang the door bell and waited for a moment before she saw through the frosted glass someone come down from the upstairs. The door was opened not by Kara but by Jill's nephew, Paul. She smiled at him and before she could think what she was doing, dropped her gaze to his crotch where she saw the unmistakable outline of a huge hard-on hidden behind the shorts he wore. She looked back quickly only to find him looking at her big tits.

"Hi Paul," she said. "Is your mom in?"

"Ummm, no," Paul said, stepping out of the way. "She's gone out but I don't know how long for. Do you want to come in and wait?"

"Thank you, sweetie," she said and walked in to the house, heading for the living room.

"Do you want a drink, Auntie Jill?" Paul asked following behind, watching her pert, round ass cheeks move sensuously beneath the tight material of her trousers.

"No thanks, Paul. I was hoping to see your mom," she said, sitting down on the couch and patting the seat next to her. "But why don't you come here and tell me what you've been up to recently."

Paul grinned as he realised she was sitting on the same couch where he'd buttfucked his mother just the night before but he knew he couldn't tell her that. He'd spent the night in his mother's bed, the pair of them fucking each other for hours before they'd finally fallen asleep.

"Oh, you know, Auntie Jill, nothing special," he said with a big grin as he sat on the couch.

Jill looked at him. Paul was usually such a shy boy it was difficult to have a conversation with him but here he was chatting normally, snatching bold glances at her tits and making no attempt to hide the big lump in his crotch. With his mother out of the house, she wondered what he'd been doing upstairs to get such a big hard-on.

"I'm just going to use the bathroom, sweetie. I'll be back in a moment," Jill said, standing up and heading upstairs. Instead of going into the bathroom, though, she quietly tiptoed into Paul's room.

Paul waited downstairs for a minute or two before realising her hadn't heard the bathroom door close. Trying to figure out what she was doing, he quietly went up to the landing. The bathroom was empty, he could see that so he crept over to his mom's room but that, too, was empty. He opened the door to his own room and found his aunt sat in front of his computer, one hand guiding the mouse, the other clutching at her big tits through her T-shirt.

"Find anything you like?" Paul asked.

Jill jumped in shock and blushed as she turned to her nephew. She'd been curious about what he'd been doing and had found open files on his PC. Scrolling through the images, she'd found herself getting turned on by picture after picture of big titted women getting fucked up the ass.

"Paul, I'm sorry, honey, I just . . . "

"It's okay, Auntie Jill," Paul said stepping over to her and looking at the picture on the screen. It showed a naked blonde girl on her hands and knees, smiling at the camera, her big tits hanging beneath her as a guy thrust his cock up her butt. "You like ass fucking, Auntie Jill?" he asked brazenly.

"Paul . . . I . . . You shouldn't . . . I mean," she stammered.

"That's okay, Auntie. There's lots of other stuff I like," Paul said, reaching for the mouse. He closed the picture and went back to the main directory. Folders were displayed in front of her: Anal, CShots, DP and others but one caught her eye straightaway.

"What . . . What does MOM stand for?" she asked.

Paul double clicked on the folder and launched the slideshow of the dozen or so pictures in the folder.

Jill gasped as she saw her sister's face appear on screen, smiling up at the camera as she held a huge cock in her hand. The next ones showed her sucking on it, taking as much of the big length as she could in her mouth until, in the last few, she was shown taking a huge facial. Cum had spurted from the big dick and lay in thick lines across her smiling, happy face. Each of the pictures had a date and time stamp which showed they had been taken just a few hours before on that very day.

Jill turned to her nephew who stood grinning at her.

"Who . . . Whose dick was that?" she asked quietly.

"Who do you think?" Paul said. He unbuttoned his shorts and pushed them down, his huge hard-on springing out and pointing at her face. Jill gasped when she saw it was every bit as large as Tony's, a large blob of pre-cum dribbling from the bulbous knob. "Mom loves fucking my big dick," he said proudly. "She can't get enough of it. Would you like to try it?"

He moved forward and the large, clear pearl of pre-cum began to run, stretching down in a thick line. Jill couldn't help herself. After the last couple of days it just seemed natural to stick her tongue out and lean forward, letting the sweet liquid drop on to her tongue. She moved upward, licking the pre-cum up until she opened her mouth wide and clamped her lips around her nephew's huge prick.

"Yeah, suck my dick, Auntie," Paul said, moving his cock deeper into her mouth. He placed his hands on her head and pushed more of his cock inside, hearing her cough in surprise. "That's it, gag on my fucking dick," he said. Jill was scared for the briefest of moments before he let her move back and take a breath.

"You like making girls gag on your cock?" she asked, spitting a thick wad of saliva out on to his enormous hard-on.

"Yeah, mom loves it," he said with a laugh. "But, you know, I won't do it if you do want me to,"

Jill smiled at him and swooped down on his cock again, this time making herself gag and cough as the huge head hit the back of her throat. Paul laughed as he took hold of her head again and shoved more of his cock roughly into her mouth. Jill retched and coughed again, moving back to spit on her nephew's thick length before letting him plunge his dick back into her mouth.

"Let me see those big fucking tits of yours, Auntie Jill," Paul said, moving back, fisting his slippery cock.

Jill grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it off, her huge tits hanging round and firm.

"You like these?" she asked, cupping them and pinching her nipples. "You want to fuck them?"

"Oh yeah!" Paul said, sliding his spit covered cock between her big jugs as she held them around his length. He thrust his cock up and down her cleavage as she gripped her mammoth tits, dipping her head to suck at his knob as it lurched upwards. Jill could feel her pussy flood with juices and just knew she had to have his big cock inside her soon.

"You wanna fuck your Auntie, Paul?" she asked him. "Wanna slide this big fucker up my juicy cunt?"

"Fuck yeah!" he said with a laugh, pulling his cock free of her tits and letting her stand up. He moved her over to the bed then knelt behind her, sliding her hipsters down over her taut ass cheeks and then off, pleased to find she hadn't worn any underwear. With her trousers off, Jill put one leg up on the bed and leaned forward at the waist, pushing her ass back at him.

"Eat my pussy, Paul," she said over her shoulder. "Eat Auntie's hot little pussy."

Paul gripped her ass cheeks and spread them apart, thrusting his face into her twat, his tongue eagerly burrowing between the sopping lips of her pussy. He lapped at the puffy lips and twirled his tongue around her clit before shoving it as deep as he could inside her. Jill moaned in pleasure at the tongue lashing she was getting then gasped in surprise as he moved up, his broad tongue licking at her tight asshole before poking gently inside.

"Oh baby, that's so naughty," she moaned, feeling her asshole being tongue fucked for the very first time. Eventually he stood up behind her and with one hand on her ass, guided the head of his huge cock into her pussy. "Oh Paul . . . Such a big fucking cock," she sighed as he moved more and more of his big prick inside her, sliding it back and fore until he had the whole lot shoved inside her.

"Fuck, Auntie Jill," he gasped. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long." He grabbed her hips and began fucking her harder and deeper.

"Oh fuck yeah! That's it, baby! Fuck Auntie's pussy!" Jill moaned as her nephew's huge dick slid deep inside her twat with every thrust, and she could feel her cum building up. "Fuck me . . . Love your big fucking cock . . . Make me cum, baby . . . Make Auntie cum on your big dick!"

Paul thrust harder and harder, cramming his entire length into her pussy, feeling it clench around him as his Auntie came, moaning as her climax took over. He kept fucking her throughout it, holding on to her hips and pulling her cunt back on to his cock, shoving it as deep as he could. As her orgasm subsided, he slowed his movements before easing his dick from the tight, clinging wetness of her pussy.

"Don't stop fucking me, baby," Jill said over her shoulder. "Auntie wants your big cock inside her."

"Just a second, Auntie," Paul said. He gently pushed her down so that she was lowered to the bed with one knee on the floor, the other raised up on to the mattress. He knelt behind her, cock in hand. "Spread those ass cheeks, Auntie Jill," he said.

"Oh baby, you wanna fuck my ass?" Jill asked, reaching one hand behind her and pulling her cheeks apart, exposing her tiny asshole to her nephew.

"Damn right I do," Paul laughed, nudging the head of his massive cock against her asshole.

Jill moaned in pleasure as she felt the big, spongy knob of his dick push its way into her tight butt. There was no pain this time as Tony's huge dong had already opened her up that morning.

"Oh fuck, Paul . . . Fuck that's so big in my ass!" she moaned as her nephew pushed more and more of his hard fuck meat into her butt. "You fuck your mom in the ass?" she gasped.

"Yeah, she fucking loves it," Paul said. "I fucked her in the ass three times last night!"

"Oh fuck . . . I love it too! I love your big cock in my ass! Auntie loves ass fucking!" Jill moaned as Paul thrust most of his huge cock into her butt in one move, fucking her hard with long strokes until she felt his pubes brush against her cheeks. "Oh yeah, baby . . . All the way in . . . feels so good in my ass . . . So fucking good!"




Two Horny Moms, Two Horny Sons



"Fuck, Auntie Jill . . . Such a tight fucking asshole!"

"My asshole loves your cock . . . Your big buttfucking cock . . . Uhhnnn, making me cum . . . Fucking asshole's cumming . . . Uhhhnn, fuck my ass! Fuck it! Cumming!"

Jill's words trailed off as she came hard, her pussy and ass contracting and spasming as her nephew plowed his enormous fucker deep into her butthole. Paul felt her ass muscles tightening round his cock and knew he wouldn't last much longer himself. As Jill's climax passed, he whipped his cock out of her ass and pulled her down to the floor, turning her around, her ravaged ass on the carpet.

He straddled her, knees either side of her hips, jacking on his cock as fast as he could.

"Gonna cum all over you, Auntie," he said, his big dick pointing straight at her face.

"Do it," she said, cupping her tits and holding them up for him. "Cum all over me!"

"Oh fuck yeah!" Paul cried, a huge bolt of jism shooting from his dick and splashing against Jill's face, trailing from her forehead down to her chin in one thick line. She opened her mouth as more and more spunk spurted from the huge cock in front of her, thick, creamy ropes that plastered her face before sliding down and falling on to her huge tits. Her nephew moved his dick down a little and creamed her big jugs, huge wads of cum landing on them and sliding down the sides or into her cleavage. As his cum started to ease off, Jill leaned forward and crammed his meat into her mouth, taking the last few spurts into her throat.

"Yeah, taste your ass, Auntie," Paul said, watching her eagerly take as much of his cock as she could between her lips, despite it having just been up her butt.

"Mmm, I love the taste of cum and ass," Jill said, looking up at him through the cum spread over her face. She licked and sucked at his prick, slurping up as much of his cum as she could. She sat back and idly scooped up his jism from her face and tits as she talked. "Do you know why I came over today?" she asked.

"I'm guessing it wasn't to get fucked by your nephew," Paul said with a smile.

"No, it wasn't, though I'm glad I did," Jill said. "I was actually hoping to get fucked by your mother," she said, smiling at his shocked expression. "And that was your cousin Tony's idea."

"Tony?"

"You're not the only mother fucker in this family, Paul," Jill said, licking her fingers clean of his cum. "Let me tell you what's happened these last couple of days."

*

At about the time Jill was getting her ass fucked, Kara was pulling up outside Jill's house, dressed in a long, loose skirt and a blouse that hugged her big tits. She was supposedly going to be asking her sister how things were going with Tony after he'd made that pass at her, but she really hoping to get Jill over to her house. She thought that if she got her drunk, she'd be easier to seduce. The door was answered by Tony, though, who told her that his mother wasn't in at the moment.

"It's really nice to see you, Auntie Kara," Tony said giving her a hug after she'd stepped inside. She felt her huge tits squash against his chest and grinned as his hands dropped to her ass, squeezing them gently.

"Cheeky boy," she said playfully, stepping away from him. Kara had never told Jill of the passes her boy had made at her, nor about the one drunken kiss they'd shared last Christmas. Kara walked into the kitchen and sat on one of the chairs at the breakfast table. "Your mom phoned me a couple of nights ago and said you'd been groping at her as well. You know that's wrong, don't you?"

"You don't have to worry about that, Auntie Kara. We . . . Came to an understanding." Tony said as he leaned against one of the worktops opposite her.

"Did you now? And what sort of understanding was that?"

"Well, I'm not sure I should tell you," he said with a grin. "I mean, you might be offended or think it's, I don't know . . . Perverted."

Kara looked at her nephew. He'd always been confident, used to getting his own way, and she wondered whether he had.

"Are you telling me your mom gave in?" she asked. Tony grinned wider and he shrugged. "Are you telling me you've been fucking your mom?"

"What can I say? She just couldn't resist my big dick."

"Why you naughty boy," Kara said with a smile, looking at the large bulge in the front of his trousers. "Let me see it," she said.

He moved and stood in front of her.

"Why don't you take it out, Auntie?"

Throwing caution to the wind, Kara undid his trousers and pulled his zipper down, reaching inside to find his thick tube of fuck meat, hot and half-hard. As she pulled it out, his trousers fell around his ankles and he kicked them free.

"Mmm, that is a big dick," Kara said, stroking his length, feeling it twitch and grow in her hand. It was easily as big as Paul's, she realised, and just as thick. "Does your mom suck this big fucker?"

"She can't get enough of it," Tony said arrogantly.

"Does she do this?" Kara asked, dropping her head and slurping his big dick into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down a few times before plunging down on to the rock hard flesh, cramming it into the back of her throat repeatedly, making herself cough and gag on her nephew's huge prick time and again until she lifted her head up, gasping for air. Thick strands of spit hung from her open mouth, connecting it to Tony's cock.

"Fuck that's hot," Tony said in amazement.

"Want me to do it again?" Kara asked. Tony nodded. "Then make me, make me choke on your cock."

Tony grinned and placed both hands on the back of her head, forcing her on to his prick as he thrust forward, the spongy knob hitting the back of her throat time and again. Kara coughed and retched as he fucked her face, thick, slimy drool running down her chin and over his cock. He let her up to take a breath before doing the same again, shoving almost all of his huge dick down her throat. When he let her up again, she spat a load of saliva on to his prick, smearing it all over the shaft.

"Wanna fuck me, honey?" she asked him.

"God yes!" he said. She stood up and opened her blouse, laughing as he bent down and sucked on her nipples, cradling her tits in both hands.

"You like big titties, don't you, honey?" she asked. "That's probably why you wanted to fuck your mother, isn't it? Because of her big fucking tits?" Tony didn't answer, his mouth full of her tits. Kara managed to unbutton her skirt and it slid to the floor, leaving her naked. "Time to fuck your Auntie now, Tony."

She turned him around and pushed him back on to the chair she had been sat on, bending at the waist and taking one last slurp at his cock before straddling him, her hands on his shoulders.

"Hold that big boner of yours upright, honey," she said. "Auntie's going to slide her pussy all the way down."

Tony did as she said and held is cock upright, rubbing it against the slippery lips of her cunt. Kara moaned as she moved down, feeling his huge cock push into her tight pussy. It really was as big as Paul's she thought as she inched her way down the thick cock, feeling it stretch her twat wide. It was no wonder Jill hadn't been able to resist it; even if her sister hadn't been fucking Tony, there was no way Kara would be able to deny him again.

"You like that, honey?" she asked. "You like Auntie's pussy?"

"Oh yeah. I'd have fucked you a long time ago if you'd let me," Tony said. He took hold of her ass cheeks and started moving her up and down his huge cock, letting her take a little more each time. He bent his head down and sucked on her tits, licking at her enormous jugs. "Fuck, I love your big tits," he said.

"Mmmm, and I love your big fucking cock," she said, finally taking his whole length into her pussy. "God that feels so good," she sighed, letting him lift her up and down. "Yeah . . . Fuck Auntie's pussy . . . Come on, honey, fuck me harder!" Tony did as she asked, humping off the chair as he pulled her down, shoving his cock deep in her twat on every stroke, slamming his thick meat into her. "Fuck . . . That's it, honey . . . Oh that's good! I like it deep!"

Tony paused and lifted her off his prick.

"Turn around, Auntie," he said. She did as he told her, facing away from him and holding on to the edge of the breakfast table. He spread his legs wide and let her step between them, edging herself backwards into his lap. Tony held his dick up again, guiding it back between her engorged pussy lips, easily sliding between them. He took hold of her hips and pulled her back down on to his cock in one move.

"Oh Tony, oh fuck yes, that's good!" Kara moaned as the entirety of her nephew's prick slid into her pussy. "God you've got a big fucking prick . . . Auntie loves your cock, honey . . . Loves it fucking her pussy . . . Don't stop, honey . . . Don't fucking stop!"

"No way will I stop!" Tony laughed. He moved one of his hands over her ass, between her cheeks and pushed gently at her asshole.

"Oh fuck yes!" Kara moaned. "Play with my asshole, honey . . . Stick your fingers up my ass while you fuck my cunt!" She sighed in pleasure as she felt him ease first one, then another finger into her tiny butthole, jamming them deep into her ass. "That's good, honey . . . Finger fuck my ass . . . Fuck it . . . Oh God! Fuck! I'm cumming!" she cried, feeling her pussy and her ass clench. She shuddered as her climax ripped through her as her nephew fucked both her holes with his cock and her fingers. As her cum slowly eased off, she fell forward, her legs unable to hold her up any longer, Tony's dick sliding out of her pussy as she dropped to her hands and knees.

Tony grinned as he hunched over her, pointing his cock down and rubbing it between her ass cheeks.

"You want a real ass fucking, Auntie?" he asked her.

"Oh yes . . . Yes, honey . . . Fuck my ass! Please, Tony, fuck me up the ass! I love it up my ass . . . Love a big cock up my butt!" Tony pushed down, easing his thick length into her butthole, the big flared knob spreading her tight hole wide. "Oh God, fuck! Yes! Fuck my ass, honey . . . fuck Auntie's tight, horny fucking asshole!"

She felt her nephew grab her ass cheeks, spreading them wide as he pushed his fat cock deep inside her butt. The thick length of hot meat felt as good up her ass as her own son's cock did and for the first time she thought about fucking them both together. The image was enough to bring her to orgasm again and she felt her ass and pussy spasming wildly as her nephew fucked his cock into her butt.

"Fuck, Tony . . . I love your prick . . . Your big, ass fucking prick . . . Making me cum again . . . So fucking good . . . making me cum!"

Her nephew grinned, fucking deep into her ass, using all his force to shove his prick as far into his aunt's behind as it would go on every thrust, his balls slapping against her pussy, watching her shake and moan as she came on his cock once more.

"Fuck, gonna cum!" Tony groaned. He wondered if his aunt was as dirty as his mom and figured there was only one way to find out. He grabbed his cock and pulled it out of her butt, rolling her over on to her back as he hunched over her chest. His huge, sticky cock lurched in his hand and began spurting out a thick stream of cum that splashed down on to Kara's huge tits. Another and another thick load of pearly jism poured out of his knob as he moved it up, sending the creamy wads on to her face.

"Yeah, cum on me, honey!" Kara moaned, pushing her tits together for him. "Cum all over Auntie's face and tits!"

More and more of his heavy load spewed out of his knob, the gooey cum smearing over Kara's features. He dropped to one knee, his cock still spurting, and used his free hand to lift his aunt's head up, grinning as she eagerly took his cock as deep into her mouth as she could, the last of his jism pouring into her mouth.

He glanced over to one side and then turned back to Kara.

"Hey, Auntie? What would you do if my mom walked in and caught you sucking my cock after I'd just fucked you up the ass?"

"I'd ask her if she wanted to join in so you could fuck us both," Kara said with a laugh.

Tony turned to where his mom stood in the doorway, arms folded beneath her enormous tits, a big smile on her face..

"What do you say, mom? Wanna join in?"

Kara turned and smiled as she saw Jill's face, her smile widening when her own son Paul stepped up behind Jill.

*

"Fuck, mom, you really like sucking my cock, don't you?" Tony asked with a grin.

He sat naked on his mother's bed, his back against the headboard as Jill knelt between his spread legs, jerking his big cock with one hand as she sucked and slurped on the huge knob. Every now and then, he'd push her head down on to his already spit covered length, making her cough and gag, adding thick ropes of saliva, her hand spreading it up and down his dick.

Beside him sat his cousin Paul who grinned as he watched his own mother doing exactly the same thing to his own prick. He held Kara's head in both hands, forcing her down on to his jutting cock time and again, letting her up to breathe and spit thick lumps of saliva over his dick.

Jill looked up at her son and smiled.

"You still want to watch me and your Auntie get it on?" she asked, her fist sliding up and down his thick shaft.

Kara looked up and grinned at her sister.

"I think both our sons want to watch that." She crawled over to Jill who, despite never having even kissed another woman before, eagerly leaned toward her. They knelt up on the bed in front of their sons, their enormous tits squashing against each other, hands running over each others bodies as they kissed passionately, tongues plunging into each others mouths.

"Mmmm, fuck yes," Jill moaned as Kara easily pushed two fingers deep into her sister's pussy, slipping them in and out for a moment before she brought them up to her own mouth and sucked them clean. "You like the taste of my pussy?" Jill asked her sister.

"Oh yes," Kara smiled. She placed both hands on Jill's shoulders and gently eased her down. "But now its time for you to eat me."

Tony and Paul watched as Jill moved herself underneath Kara's spread legs, laying on her back as her sister lowered her pussy down on to her waiting mouth. What she lacked in skill, Jill made up for in enthusiasm, grabbing Kara's hips and pulling her twat down. Her tongue slipped up into her sister's juicy cunt and she moaned, loving the taste of her first pussy.

"Fuck yeah . . . eat my pussy, Jill . . . lick your sister's pussy!" Kara groaned before leaning forward and diving her head between Jill's legs.

Their sons watched for a few minutes before Tony slid off the bed and edged himself between Jill's legs, his thick, slippery boner in hand. Kara looked up and, without a second thought, sucked on her nephew's big dick for a moment before he angled it down and nudged it inside his mother's twat. Paul took Tony's lead and stepped behind his own mother, his Auntie Jill sucking on his knob for a second before he eased it inside Kara's pussy.

"Oh fuck yeah . . . that's it, honey," Kara said over her shoulder. "Fuck mommy's pussy,"

Jill watched as her nephew slid his huge hard on deep inside his mother's twat while her own son pushed his fat cock into her own pussy.

"Fuck me, baby," she moaned, reaching up and around Kara's ass. "Fuck mommy, Tony . . . feels so fucking good,"

"I still can't believe this," Paul said with a laugh, watching his big dick slide in and out of his mother's cunt as his aunt lay beneath her, getting fucked by her own son.

"Believe it, honey," Kara sighed. "And you better . . . mmm, fuck . . . better believe we're going to be . . . ahhhh . . . doing a lot more of this,"

"Damn right we are," Tony said. He pulled his cock from his mom's twat and pushed it into Kara's mouth, grabbing her head and making her gag and cough as he roughly fucked her face. Kara gasped as he pulled his dick free and spat a thick wad of spit on to her fingers. She slid them over Jill's pussy and between her butt cheeks, pushing two fingers into her sister's ass.

"Fuck yeah . . . oh fuck that's good," Jill moaned as Kara fingered her asshole and Tony pushed his thick cock back into her pussy. Jill returned the favour, sliding two fingers into Kara's butt hole, Paul watching as he fucked her.

"Hey Paul," Tony said, looking over at his cousin. "You wanna DP our moms?"

"Hell yeah!" Paul laughed. "Who's first, ladies?" he asked his mom and aunt. Both he and Paul pulled their dicks free and watched the hot moms kneel up on the bed, looking at their sons.

"I think you boys should choose," Kara said.

"I can't decide between you," Paul said.

"Easy way out of this," Tony said, grabbing a coin from his mom's dresser and holding it up. A couple of spins later and Tony laid on his back on the bed, watching his aunt straddle him as he held his big dick upright.

"Oh fuck . . . fuck that's good," Kara sighed as she lowered herself down on to his prick, the wide head of his cock slipping into her pussy. She kissed him as she rode him for a moment or two before she felt the bed move behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see Paul clambering up, his cock at the ready. "You gonna fuck your mommy in the ass again, honey?" she asked him with a grin.

Jill leaned over and spread her sister's butt cheeks, allowing Paul to aim at his mom's puckered asshole. Jill watched as her nephew's dick popped inside his mom's butt and inch after inch slid deeper.

"Oh Jesus fucking Christ . . . fuck that's so fucking good . . . oh fuck!" Kara panted as her son and nephew both began pushing their cocks inside her at the same time. "Oh fuck . . . fuck my ass, honey . . . fuck mommy's ass . . . ahhhh yeah . . . fuck my pussy!"

Jill moved back a little and watched the threesome fucking on her bed, her own fingers working away at her twat. Kara was sandwiched between Paul and Tony, her big tits squashed against Tony's chest, their huge cocks thrusting in and out of both her holes at once.

"Oh God . . . so fucking big . . . fuck me! Both of you . . . ahh fuck . . . fuck me hard!" Kara groaned. "Fuck me . . . fuck, I'm cumming . . . cumming!"

Jill watched her sister's body shake as her orgasm ripped through her body, both the boys still plowing away in her ass and cunt. Slowly she came back down, panting and gasping as her son and nephew continued fucking her.

"My turn now, sis," Jill said, pulling Kara off Tony and Paul. Kara didn't resist too much, dazed as she was from her orgasm, and the boys let her move out of the way.

Eagerly, Jill crawled into place on top of Tony, looking down at her son as she reached for his dick and positioned it at her pussy.

"Fuck me, baby," she said. "Fuck your mommy's pussy and next time you get my ass."

Tony smiled up at his mom and took hold of her huge tits, sucking at her nipples as he moved his hips, hunching his cock into her twat.

Paul waited until she was settled on his cousin's dick before moving forward and once again slipping his cock into his aunt's ass.

"Ohhhh . . . oh fuck . . . fuck they're big!" Jill moaned as both her son and nephew started to fuck her. "Fuck me . . . both of you big dicked bastards . . . fuck me harder . . . ahhhh, fuck yeah!"

Kara smiled at the filth her sister was shouting as Tony and Paul double fucked her, their huge pricks sliding in and out of her asshole and pussy at the same time.

"Oh God yes! Love it . . . love it in my cunt . . . love it up my ass!" Jill cried as both boys slammed their dicks into her. "Fuck . . . cumming . . . cumming . . . keep fucking me . . . ohhhh, God, fuck!"

Jill groaned as she came, the sensation of having two dicks inside her at the same time like nothing else she had ever experienced. Tony and Paul kept fucking her as she shook and moaned between them before slowing down a little.




Two Horny Moms, Two Horny Sons



"Are you going to cum soon, boys?" Kara asked.

"Yeah," gasped Paul, still moving his cock in his aunt's butt.

"Good. Jill, get over here," Kara said, pulling her sister off the boys. On shaky legs, Jill moved with her sister and knelt at the side of the bed. "Cum on us, boys. Cover us in your cum."

As quick as they could, Tony and Paul stood in front of their moms, both of them stroking their own dicks. Jill and Kara moved their heads together, mouths open, tongues sticking out.

"Oh fuck!" Paul groaned, his cock lurching in his hand and sending out the first of many thick strands of spunk, splashing over his mother's face. The second went over his aunt's just as Tony grunted and came as well, a huge wad of semen landing on his mother's face, laying in a line from her eye to her chin.

"Yes! Cum on mommy!" Kara cried as both of them came over and over, covering her and Jill's faces in thick puddles of jism. Again and again their dicks spurted, big globs of spunk landing on the mom's cheeks or mouths.

As they finally began to trail off, Kara turned to Jill and the two sisters kissed hungrily, licking and sucking up as much cum as they could before swapping the thick mixture in a messy kiss.

They broke apart and looked up at their still horny sons.

"Ready for round two?" Jill asked them.