David Crane

Mom eyes the kids

CHAPTER ONE

When Diana Jackson woke up, she wondered why her husband wasn't in bed beside her. Then she heard him moving around the bedroom, in the pre-dawn light. Still groggy with sleep, she saw his silhouette framed against the pale oblong of the window and realized that he was getting dressed. He was being quiet and hadn't turned the lights on, not wanting to disturb her, evidently. But why in hell?

Then she remembered.

It was Saturday morning, and usually Diana and Dan lingered in bed on the weekends, doing a lot of sucking and fucking before the kids were awake – and then returned to bed for more, once Holly and Jimmy had gone out to play.

But Dan's boss had invited him on a hunting trip this weekend, which explained why Dan was up and getting dressed at this ungodly hour.

Dan hadn't been very enthused about going hunting, since he much preferred to spend the weekend using his prick on his voluptuous wife, shooting into pussy rather than stalking a defenseless deer. But he had deemed it politic not to turn down an invitation from his boss, hoping that socializing might lead to promotion.

Diana had been a bit disappointed, too, since she was a lady who loved plenty of prick and always looked forward to passionate weekends at home.

But then Diana, who was also a really naughty woman, had made a few plans of her own.

Diana had not been unfaithful to her husband for almost a year now.

And she had never cheated on him with his own teenaged son or daughter.

And these were very exciting ideas.

Now she lay quietly, wondering if she should let Dan know that she was awake. She supposed that they would have time for a quick fuck before he had to leave, but she couldn't decide if that was a good idea or not, in the light of the really naughty things she had planned.

It might be better to stay horny.

On the other hand, Diana was always horny, anyhow, and a single fuck wouldn't change that much.

Then she saw something that changed her mind.

Dan was starting to step into his pants, his outline dark against the pearly dawn light from the window, and as he raised one leg, his cockeyed wife saw the silhouette of his enormous cock hanging down.

That was plenty of inspiration.

"Dan?" she purred.

He looked up and his cock swung ponderously, throwing an elongated shadow across the floor. He was blessed with the biggest prick that Diana, in all her experience, had ever been lucky enough to encounter – which, truth be known, was the main reason she had wed him instead of one of her numerous other lovers and suitors.

"Did I wake you, dear?" he said.

"It's okay, darling," she murmured. He had lowered his leg now, without having stepped into his heavy wool hunting pants. But he was standing facing her now, his legs slightly spread, and she could still see the outline of his prick dangling down between his thighs.

His cock-knob was a heavy, wedge-shaped slab and his stalk was a thick tube, so that his prick was shapely as well as huge, the sort of contoured cock that pleased a lady.

"Why don't you come back to bed for a little while, darling?" Diana suggested.

She drew the covers aside and lay naked. If Dan was gifted with a gigantic cock, his wife had the female form to match it. Her tits were full and firm and capped by fat, rosy tips. Her legs were long and trim, her hips supple, her ass solid. Her blonde cunt bush was luxuriant, spreading in a wide vee from her groin and, below, her pussy was like a pool of quicksand, with her stiff cunt standing out like a pink post. Dan tossed his pants down and moved over to the bed, curling up beside her.

"Were you trying to escape without performing your marital duties?" she giggled.

"It's awful early, honey. I thought…"

"The early bird gets the worm," she chirped, and she folded her fist lovingly around his cock.

It was semi-hard and rubbery, but as she gently squeezed and kneaded and stroked, it began to stuff her fist full, stiffening and swelling to massive proportions.

She slid her hand down to the base and cupped his balls, finding them solid and swollen.

As she played with his prick, Dan bent down and began to lick her fat tits, running his tongue all over the mounds and up through the deep cleavage.

Then he sucked her big nipples into his lips, nursing on each rosy peak in turn.

Usually their Saturday morning routine was a leisurely affair, with plenty of foreplay and sucking before they began to fuck, but they didn't have the whole morning now and couldn't take the time.

She drew his cock toward her, holding the shaft and rubbing the big cock-knob around on her belly and into the curls of her cunt mound.

His head shifted up from her tits and he kissed her on the mouth, lips locking and grinding, tongues sliding back and forth. She had given him a blowjob the night before. The residue still flavored her lapper.

Sometimes Dan could taste that familiar hint of oral sex when she hadn't been blowing him, as well. It made him a little suspicious. But he had never mentioned it, and, anyhow, he hadn't noticed that phenomenon for almost a year now.

They French-kissed with passion, swapping tongues and saliva, panting and drooling into each other's mouth. Her blonde head turned on the pillow and her tits loomed up as she breathed with rising desire.

Then she arched her slim back deeply, parting her thighs and raising her knees.

"Fuck me, darling!" she purred.

With his mouth still clamped to hers, Dan shifted his ass and hips across and mounted her.

She guided the bulging head of his prick into her cunt slot. Holding his cock by the hilt, she tilted her wrist up and down, moving the knob in her pussy like some meaty paintbrush slapping on whitewash.

He braced, taking his weight on his knees, muscular thighs tensing and rippling. His hands slid under the big, firm globes of her ass and he lifted her loins up higher, to the angle of coupling.

He poised there, ready and waiting, as she continued to ladle her pussy with his cockhead. Cuntjuice was streaming from her slot, washing over his cock-knob and running down his prick like melted pearls. Her whole groin was lathered with that lavish flow.

A glob of gooey pre-cum oozed from his open pisshole and ran into her creamy tide in a spunk filigree.

Feeling that hot oil seep into her wet cunt, Diana moaned with desire, starting to undulate her hips. She cupped her belly and hooked her thighs and bridged her back, making a fucking platform of her pelvis.

Her hand stroked up and down on his thick cock, then she drew it away, freeing his weapon.

"Give it to me, darling – shove your big prick up me and fuck me silly!"

Dan nudged his cock-knob in.

Her cuntlips collared his cock, clinging and pulling and sucking, dragging him deeper. His ass jerked and he plowed in, sinking every inch of his formidable prick into her hot pussy, his balls swinging in and whacking against her ass with a dull, solid thud.

"Ahhhhh!" Diana sighed.

Dan held his cock buried to the root, loving the feeling of having every inch of his hard prick enveloped in her hot, clinging cunthole and giving her a moment to savor the thrill of being stuffed to the brim.

His cockhead was burning like a lump of smoldering iron in the core of her cunt, and his prick was levering around like a heated crowbar up her pussy while his balls ballooned against her ass.

Diana's well-used cunt was capacious – quite capable of holding two lesser pricks at the same time or of putting out in an endless gang bang.

But her cunt muscles were trim and pliable, too, so that she was able to clamp her cunt sleeve tightly to the contours of his cock, making the fit snug and sweet.

The inner rings fluttered, closing his prick as if she were frigging him off inside her loins.

Diana began to fuck before Dan did. She pulled her pussy up and down on a couple of inches of prick, setting the motion off with sinuous grace.

Dan held himself rigid for a few moments, letting her set the tempo on his immobile cock, but pulsing his prick sinew and making it throb inside her sliding cunt.

Then he began to throw it to her. "Yeah! Yeah! Fuck my ass off!" she cried. And in that quiet time of pale dawn light, her cries were startlingly loud.

And the sound was not wasted on two very interested teenagers in their own rooms down the hall.

CHAPTER TWO

Jimmy had just awakened when he heard his mother's passionate cry. He began to grin. The boy wasn't surprised – after all, he had been listening to his mother and father fuck on Saturday and Sunday mornings for as long as he could remember, and the only thing different today was that the action was starting earlier.

His striped cotton pajamas parted and the bed sheet rose up like a tent over his groin, supported on the big pole of his prick as it loomed up in an instant erection.

He listened to the sound of protesting bedsprings as Mom and Dad got to work.

After a while he slid a hand under the sheets, reaching down to his hard-on. He played with his balls a bit, then took his prick in his hand and began to toss it up and down in rhythm with the sounds of parental passion.

But he kept pausing from time to time, not getting into the steady action that would get his rocks off. Jimmy loved the sensation of having full, solid balls and an iron-hard cock and he was seldom in a hurry to drain his spunk off. He frigged a bit, then broke off the action, allowing his cock to recede from the rising peak.

Eventually, of course, he would have to empty his load off, but he was planning to wait until he had some privacy to roam the upstairs rooms, looking for some object to embellish the bare handjob.

The horny young man liked to jerk off into his mother's bras and panties and to sneak into his sexy kid sister's bedroom and spill his spunk onto her bed, soaking the sheets, getting a real kinky kick out of knowing that the nubile teenager would presently be sleeping in his slime. So he played with his prick casually, without working towards the creamy conclusion as he enjoyed the sound effects of a frantic fuck.

The boy would have been truly astonished if he had known where the jizz load he was saving for later was going to wind up in the end.

For fate was taking a hand here, preserving his hard-on and spunk – in accord with his mother's plans.

Holly was still asleep and her mother's lustful cry woke her, blinking in confusion, from the very interesting dream she had been having.

The teenaged vixen had been dreaming that she had parachuted naked into a prison compound, where dozens of handsome convicts, deprived of pussy for years as they served their sentences, all eagerly leaped on her while she was still in the parachute harness, throwing a savage cluster fuck into her from all sides.

Holly hated to have that dream interrupted before her cunt creamed off.

But then, realizing what the sound that had awakened her was, she began to listen happily. She played with her tits, kneading the mounds and plucking at the swollen tips, then slid a hand down to fondle her pussy.

She stroked her unfurled cuntlips, brushed lightly at her cunt, sank a finger into her fuckhole and frigged it in and out. Then, remembering all the wild varieties of her erotic dream, she hiked a hip up, slid her hand under her ass, and nudged a fingertip into her asshole, too.

But, like her brother, Holly was not trying to surge to the creamy crest.

Holly had given up Saturday morning handjobs some time ago, when she found out that her nubile girlfriend, Linda Blake, was only too happy to do it for her.

Neither girl was a dyke, to be sure – they just loved to frig each other off and feel each other up – and soon, Holly hoped, they might get down to more naughty things, as well.

Still without being lesbians, she saw no reason why they couldn't be cunt lappers.

And so, Holly fondled her tits, played with her pussy and teased her tight little asshole, without cumming, as she eagerly eavesdropped on Mom and Dad.

And this, too, was playing perfectly into the plans that Diana had for the day.

Diana was thinking about that scheme, at the moment, as Dan shoveled his enormous prick in and out of her foaming fuckhole in a frenzy.

She was hot for both of her kids – and still adoring a solid cuntful of her husband's mighty prick, the one lustful desire in no way precluding the other.

She bowed and bridged, arched and undulated, her whole lush body moving sensually. Her hips pumped down as he stuffed her, then rolled and twisted around as he drew back, so that she was winding her cunt around on his cock like a juicy nut screwed onto a meaty bolt.

Her ass hiked up as he drove in, churning and jolting. She clamped her thighs around his flanks, locking her heels behind him, rubbing them up and down through the crack of his ass and dipping down into his groin from behind to brush them against his balls.

He plunged in, pumping girl goo from her cunt each time his thick prick filled her to the brim.

His vibrant cock hissed up her cunthole and slurped as he tugged it back out against the suction of her squeeze box pussy. Her cuntlips distended down his prick as he yanked out, damned near pulling her pussy inside out.

Her legs flew up and her arched feet began to kick in the air behind his haunches, pumping and pedaling as if she were riding a bicycle upside down.