Mitchell plowed his cock hard into Janet's cunt, slamming his crotch against hers. He gloried in the feel of her silk stocking sliding against his hip, and of her succulent cunt massaging every inch of his cock. Driving the full length of his prick into Janet's cunt, Mitchell felt his balls slap into the tight, taut crevice of her ass-cheeks. His balls were tingling madly, the cum churning inside.
"Ohhhhh! Awwwww!" Mitchell groaned, his face twisted with the sexual tension that was tightening his body.
Janet looked at her son's face through her dark, long lashes. She whispered a single word,
The thick, spurting eruptions splattered
against the inner walls of the big-titted woman's cunt. Janet tightened her cunt-lips around the driving shaft of her son's cock, whimpering softly with total satisfaction. Though she did not cum a second time, Janet was happy that she didn't. If her senses had been ripped apart by another orgasm, she wouldn't have been able to concentrate on Mitchell, wouldn't have been able to see that beautiful expression on his face as he released his balls load of cum inside her cunt.
Mitchell groaned softly, his hips twitching. Turgid jets of cum raced through the shaft of his cock, spitting mightily from his pisshole. When he finished cumming, he rested his forehead against his mother's shoulder.
Janet brought both feet beneath her again. She stroked the back of her son's head lightly with her fingernails. His cock was still inside her cunt, but she could feel it getting soft.
"My son," she whispered soothingly. "My darling son. I hope you feel better now. I hope you can get to sleep."
Mitchell said nothing. He couldn't believe that his mother had just allowed him to fuck her. His cock felt like it would get hard again in a couple seconds, and he didn't know what
Janet would think about him springing another hard-on.
"Mother, I-"
"Shhhhh!" Janet hissed, silencing Mitchell. "There's no time to explain. I understand what a boy your age goes through. Now go to bed. Go to bed, get some sleep, and in the morning this will never have happened."
CHAPTER FOUR
Lesa Ann hugged her knees tighter against her tits. The things that she had seen her mother do kept going through her mind as she sat in the dark on the floor, hidden beside her bed.
The girl squeezed her eyes tightly shut, wishing she didn't keep seeing the mental image of Janet's face gliding back and forth as she sucked passionately on Jonas' prick..
Lesa Ann had never thought that Jonas' cock was as large as it was. Actually, she never
thought anyone had a cock that large. Though she was still a teenager, Lesa Ann already had plenty of experience with boys in the back seals of cars.
The thought of taking Jonas' incredible cock into her cunt was both thrilling and frightening for Lesa Ann. Would it hurt to get fucked by a cock that large? The thought tantalized the girl. It would either hurt like hell, or it would be the most erotic thing Lesa Ann had ever known.
Lesa Ann had watched Janet go into the bathroom, clutching her blouse to hide her huge, womanly tit. And then Mitchell went into the bathroom. Now the girl could hear soft moans coming from her mother, and the only thing that Lesa Ann could figure was that Janet and Mitchell were fucking. Lesa Ann could see beneath the door that there was a light on.
The teenager hugged her knees harder, pressing her tits against them. Her nipples were hard, tingling with excitement. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what Janet looked like as she fucked her own son. What position were they in? Lesa Ann wondered. Fucking doggie-style on the floor, with Mitchell behind her, driving
his cock into her cunt?
The girl's cunt was hot wet, ready for excitement. She cursed herself for having broken up with her boyfriend because right now she really needed a cock to satisfy her passionate need.
Standing, Lesa Ann felt dizzy. She knew what she was going to do. Slowly, with trembling fingers, she unfastened the snap of her tight fitting, faded jeans. The girl tugged the zipper down, then pushed her jeans down to her ankles. She paused a moment to untie her tennis shoes and kicked them off, then completely removed her jeans.
Can I go through with it? the lusty, horny blonde wondered, standing quietly in the dark landing of the stairs.
Lesa Ann knew that she was pretty. Plenty of boys had told her as much. Though she hadn't blossomed to the supremely womanly proportions that her mother could lay claim to, Lesa Ann's body measured a cock-hardening 35B-24-36. She had curly blonde hair that came down to her shoulders, and though it always looked mussed up, Lesa Ann went to great lengths to give it that natural look.
Standing in black bikini panties and a well-
worn, gray workout sweater, she challenged herself to go into her father's bedroom. She had fantasized before about him, sometimes seeing his face in her mind as she finger-fucked herself, rubbing her clit until her cum streamed out. But she never had the courage to actually seduce her father… not until she found out her brothers were fucking her mother.
Less Ann decided to get rid of her socks, so she discarded them quickly. Then, on impulse, she grabbed her gray sweater at the neckline and pulled on it. She had already torn the sweater so that the neckline always slipped over one shoulder or the other. After tearing the neckline a little farther, Lisa Ann's sweater drooped down her left arm almost to her elbow. The teenager's firm, medium-sized, pink-nippled tit almost peaked into view.
"I've got to do it now," Lesa Ann whispered to herself, able to just barely hear her mother and brother fucking in the bathroom. "I've got to strike while my cunt's so hot and itchy I can't turn back!"
Lesa Ann walked past the bathroom door. It suddenly occurs to her that her mother was so courageous she would fuck her own son in a room neighboring the one her husband was in.
Gutsy, Lesa Ann thought. Damn gutsy to fuck her own son with her husband right next door!
Without knocking, Lesa Ann stepped into the room. She closed the door behind her, facing the door, afraid to see the expression on her father's face. Would he be angry with her for entering without knocking? And what about her coming to see him wearing only a pair of bikini panties and a rather lewdly torn sweatshirt?
The blonde turned slowly. Her sweatshirt was drooping down her left arm, showing one tit almost to the round, pink areola. She could feel her cunt-lips tingling with anticipation.
"Hi, Daddy," Lesa Ann said sheepishly. "I had to come to see you. I hope you don't mind."
Charlie looked at his daughter as he lay in bed. His eyes widened with interest. Since losing his job, and subsequently losing his house, he had been extremely depressed.. But now, his eyes trailing up and down her body, lingering over her naked legs, studying the loveliness of her face, he felt anything but depressed. Looking deep into Lesa Ann's light-brown eyes, Charlie was shocked by what he saw there.
It was lust in Lesa Ann's eyes. There was no
denying it. His daughter was horny. And Charlie, who in his depression had stopped fucking Janet, was supremely horny. He was accustomed to fucking almost every day and Janet hadn't done anything for him in weeks. He felt his cock begin to twitch and elongate, and Charlie hoped Lesa Ann wouldn't notice his burgeoning prick beginning to tent up the blankets.
"Come closer," he whispered, fighting to keep the tension he felt out of his voice. "Tell me whatever it is you have to say."
Lesa Ann shivered as though she were cold. She walked slowly to her father's bed, sitting on the edge of it at his side, her knee propped up on the bed. Her cunt-lips were sizzling hot, and she could feel cunt-juice readying her tight cunt.
"I know things haven't been going very well for you lately, Daddy. But I want you to know that no matter what happens, I'll always love you." Lesa Ann turned her eyes away from Charlie, swallowing the lump in her throat, battling with herself to speak the next sentence. "And I want to show you how much I love you.