"Come on, honey," Walter Burnham said. "Get your clothes off."
Amy Burnham smiled. There was nothing in the world more pleasant than having her husband anxious for a fuck-session. She'd had a lousy day, and only a thorough workout would make ha human again.
As she began unbuttoning her blouse, she couldn't resist teasing him.
"You have anything in mind?"
"You know what I have in mind," he said.
"But we'll have to be careful," Amy said. "Your sister is in the next room, you know."
Walter laughed. "Gloria's no child. She's been married, and she knows we're not in here playing checkers at night."
Amy removed her blouse to reveal her large tits pushed up by her white bra. She had always been proud of her tits, and she was thankful they were still firm and springy. The one thing she'd never had to worry about was having enough cleavage to show at the top of a neckline.
Amy slipped down the zipper at the top of her skirt, opened the top snap, and worked her skirt and half-slip down together. She wore white bikini panties and a frilly blue garterbelt to hold up her stockings. She hated pantyhose – she liked having the tops of her thighs bare because it made her feel more sexy. At the joining of her thighs, where the panties pulled tight over her pubic mound and back between her legs, the material was thin enough to show the shadow of her cunthair. Her thighs were full, the flesh smooth and firm.
A glance at the front of Walter's shorts told her his cock was already half-hard.
Amy stretched back her arms to open the hooks of her bra. She drew the cups away and let the ribbons drag down her arms. Her full swinging tits quivered as she tossed the bra away. The globes of her breasts were slightly elongated, capped by medium-sized areolas of pale brownish-pink with half-hardened darker pink studs at their centers. Her nipples were set high on her tits, so that they angled upward when aroused.
During her eighteen years of marriage, Amy had had a number of extra-curricular affairs – some with men and some with women – and all her lovers had adored her tits. She didn't consider her casual affairs as infidelities. She never became really entangled with her lovers, and Walter more or less knew about them. He at least knew there was an occasional adventure outside their marriage. She suspected he had his own amusements whenever the opportunity presented itself. He did considerable traveling around the state and sometimes he was away for weeks.
Amy hardly ever hungered for feminine love, and she considered an hour or two passed with a lesbian as nothing more than an interesting diversion. There were times when she found herself turned on by another woman, but she was too conservative to jump into the sack with just anyone.
Her current female interest happened to be Walter's sisters Gloria, and Amy was determined to make a try at a seduction. She had no idea whether anything would ever come of it – Gloria seemed to be very uninhibited and carefree, but Amy knew the shell people wore on the outside was often deceiving.
Now Amy turned to lower her panties and reveal the full plump globes of her ass. She could feel his eyes on the smooth tight skin of her asscheeks, and it brought a flood of warmth to her pussy.
When she turned around, she found Walter had dropped his shorts. She gazed fondly at his long thick cock, rearing up impatiently.
"You certainly look ready!" she said.
Walter smiled. He fisted his cock and waved it at her. "Still gets to you, huh?"
"Of course it does, silly. It's flattering. I usually have to work on you to get a hard-on like that."
Stretching out on the bed, she assumed a fucking position with her knees up and her thighs parted to show the dark brown bush of hair at her crotch. She knew the garterbelt and stockings made a lovely frame for her pussy.
Walter knelt on the bed and gazed at her cunt. He never tired of looking at it. Amy considered it to be the one part of her anatomy which hadn't changed since their marriage. The lips were fatter and slightly less elastic, but essentially it was the same cunt she'd offered him at the age of eighteen – meaty, juicy, and always hot.
Amy watched him now with heavy lidded eyes. It always excited her when a man looked at her cunt with lust. Snaking a hand down to her crotch, she fingered her pussy and parted her thick cuntlips.
"You're a luscious piece," he said. "Luscious and wet."
"Wet for you, lover," she said.
He gazed at her moist pink cunt. He surged up, covering her body completely with his.
Her hands moved down to help funnel his cock into her wet hole. She encircled him with her fingers, slid his foreskin back, and then he was entering her, sliding into her, filling her with his throbbing meat. She moaned at the first push of the hot cylinder of cockflesh into her body.
"Oh, God, that feels good! Fuck me, honey!"
Her cunt squirmed on his cock.
"Oh, shit!" he hissed. "I'm going to fuck your brains out!"
"Oh, yes, baby!" she cried. "Fuck me! Come in me!"
He pulled back and plunged into her again. He began stroking with a firm rhythm, her thighs rocking at his hips and their bellies slapping. The bed creaked in cadence with his thrusting; her wet cunt pounded up at him; he panted as he looked down at her contorted face.
Her tits quivering like jelly, she cried: "Oh, God! Oh, you beautiful stud!" She arched up to him, her belly quaking.
He rammed her until he hit bottom. Her cunt muscles clutched at his cock as he groaned and shot his load.
"Give it to me, baby!" she crooned. "Give it to me!"
She kept her hands on his asscheeks until he drained his balls.
When he finally rolled off her body, she left the bed and went to the bathroom to clean up. Stripping off her stockings and garterbelt, she put one foot on the toilet and watched his jism ooze out and run down her thigh. With a shiver of delight, she wiped her cunt with a Kleenex and tossed the crumpled tissue into the bowl.
Walter would sleep now. Whenever he fucked this late at night, one orgasm was enough to finish him.
Still restless, Amy slipped on a robe and walked out onto the veranda in the warm night air. The stars were out; the crickets were chirping; she felt good to be alive.
Then she heard the moan from Gloria's bedroom window. Amy froze and felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew very well what that kind of a moan was. Stepping carefully on the wooden floor of the veranda, she moved to the edge of Gloria's window and peered inside through the parted curtains.
What she saw made her eyes widen and her heart pound madly. A deep sexual sensation flowed over her belly, and her juices flooded her cunt.
On the bed, their arms curled around each other, their bodies naked, her sister-in-law and her son were fucking.
Amy could see Gloria's swelling pointed tits, the full curves of Gloria's white body, the unrestrained passion on Gloria's face.
She watched the slow roll of Gloria's hips as she pressed them against Andy's. She watched Andy's hands working on Gloria's tits, his fingers pulling on her nipples.
Gloria sagged backward as Andy bucked his pelvis in another forward stroke of his cock.
Amy hadn't seen her son completely naked since he was twelve years old. Her eyes glittering, she stared at his muscular ass as he fucked Gloria. He drew back his hips, and she could see the thick wet shaft of his cock slide out of Gloria's fat-lipped cunt. When he pushed back in to the hilt, another groan of pleasure escaped Gloria's crooning mouth.
A hot flash of sexual need jolted through Amy's body as she watched the scene in the room. Her cunt fluttered and her nipples tingled. She moved a hand under her robe to the tender meat of her swelling cuntlips. Biting her lip, she worked her fingers into the dripping folds.
Gloria rocked on the bed, her asscheeks moving up and down, her thighs spread wide to reveal the dark bush of cunthair surrounding the thick stem of Andy's cock. She lacked her ankles over his back and vigorously pumped away.
Her mouth open, her chest straining to hold back the sounds of her gasps, Amy watched.
Andy groaned, smiled down at Gloria, and worked his hands down her body from her shoulders to her thighs. He massaged her skin, cupping her pointed tits in his palms, gripping her flesh. Then he moved his hands to her swelling asscheeks, his fingers digging in as he clutched the resilient globes. He ran his fingers along the insides of her thighs until she rocked up and down to get more of his cock.
Amy watched her son's fingers moving along Gloria's cunt. When he found her clit, be rolled it back and forth as Gloria shivered in response. His fingers slid over her wet cuntlips to the shaft of his cock and then back up again to Gloria's clit. A moment later, his fingers moved down again, this time to probe between the soft cheeks of Gloria's ass.
Gloria's eyes opened, and an expectant look came into them. She wriggled her cunt more forcefully around the pole of his cock.
Gloria suddenly groaned as Andy bent his wrist and drove a finger into her puckered asshole.
Amy shuddered in sympathy, recalling her own sensations whenever her ass was invaded. She watched the expression of sexual bliss wash over Gloria's face. Gloria's features were contorted and strained.
Andy pistoned his cock into her cunt. At intervals, he pulled back and teased her by holding the knob of his cock at her cuntlips. Amy could see his wrist rotating as he rolled his finger inside Gloria's asshole.
When Andy spread his thighs, Amy could see the tight spheres of his balls hanging between them.
"Oh, God!" Gloria groaned. "I'm going to come soon! I can't take this any more!"
Gloria reached down to tangle her fingers in Andy's crotch. She ran her hands over her belly and then back up to her tits.
Amy was now rhythmically massaging her own cunt, masturbating in a frenzy as she watched the scene on the bed. She was breathless with the anticipation of watching her son shoot his cum into Gloria.
She had more than once wondered about his sex life, more than once had a fleeting image of what his cock and balls might be like now that he was almost full grown. But it was hard to realize the rampant young stallion on the bed was her baby!
Once again, Gloria bucked up from the bed to grasp Andy's cock with her cunt. Amy heard them gasp and watched them tremble with the rushing approach of their orgasms. She felt her own fingers tightening around her swollen dripping cuntlips. She had cuntjuice running on her palm, a river of juice out of the very cunt from which Andy had sprung.
Then Andy drew back for his last thrust, and Amy saw a slight hesitation in the rhythm of his hips. With a vigorous lurch, he plunged once again into Gloria's clinging cunt-channel, his asscheeks tight and full, his dangling balls pulsating as he emptied them with a deep groan of lust.
Their bodies were welded together in the throes of climax.
Amy imagined she could feel her son's cum spurting into her own pussy in white-hot bursts of passion. She squeezed her cuntlips and shuddered at the viciousness of her fantasy.
Gloria was coming. She opened her mouth and cried out. Her belly spasmed up and down, and her long body folded up on itself as she quaked and quivered and crooned.
"Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, God! Oooohhhh!" Fascinated, Amy watched her sister-in-law shuddering in orgasm. She thought the session would end then, but in a moment she realized Gloria was far from satiated. The face of the woman on the bed had turned totally wanton, and it was obvious Gloria was still coming, still in the throes of a climax. She moved through a series of shattering explosions that left her drained and limp.
Incredulous and stunned, Amy watched Gloria's convulsions. She felt, envious. Her own cunt trembled under her pressing hand. Her cuntlips twitched. Her juices oozed endlessly onto her fingers. She suddenly stiffened and closed her eyes as the rush of an orgasm overwhelmed her body.
It was really a small climax, no more than a few fluttering waves of pleasure.
When Amy opened her eyes, she saw Gloria slowly settling her body back on the bed, her asscheeks flattening under her as her cunt descended.
Andy gripped Gloria's hips and slumped down, his long cock slowly pulling out of Gloria's pussy. Gloria's cunt now lay opened like a ravaged flower, and Amy's eyes sparkled at the sight of it. She could see her son's cum oozing out of the pink hole in a viscous glob that soon flowed down to cover Gloria's asshole.
Amy smiled at the way Andy's cock drooped like a weary soldier. He was hung like his father – heavy and thick and long enough to touch bottom.
With a sigh and a happy giggle, Gloria covered her cunt with her hand to contain the oozing juice.
"You've really flooded me!" Gloria said.
Andy blushed. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be silly," Gloria said. "It's delicious. I love it when there's so much of it. This is the first time for you today, isn't it? I mean you didn't masturbate today… that's why you had so much."
He nodded. "I'm trying to stop that. I'd rather save it for you."
An impish smile came to Gloria's face. "Put your fingers in my pussy. I think I can come again if you do that. It won't take long."
He pushed two fingers into the wet channel.
"Another finger," Gloria said. "It's nice to be stretched… there, that's better! Move them in and out as if you're fucking me… oh, yes, that's nice! Just like that… do you mind doing this?"
"Of course not."
"You can use your thumb up at the top. Oh, God, you're a darling! Do me, honey! I'm going to have a nice one! I can feel it coming now! Oh, yes! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ooooohh!"
Amy watched in amazement as Gloria twisted and churned and bucked under Andy's masturbating hand. The lewdness of Gloria's response was a shock. She had known Gloria as a quiet controlled woman. This was a new Gloria she was seeing now – a wild female in heat.
With a last crooning cry, Gloria jerked her body and came. She fell back on the pillows with a soft hiss. Her meaty cunt was now more open and wetter than ever.
Reaching out with a happy smile, Andy pulled a tissue out of a box and handed it to her. Gloria balled it between her thighs and dropped her legs from his waist so that he could move back.
Amy shivered at the sight of his slime-covered cock waving in the air. Half-faint with desire and shock, she stepped back from the window. She slipped away to return to her own bedroom.
Amy stretched out on the bed beside Walter. She decided she would say nothing to anyone. Andy was old enough to learn about sex, and Gloria was obviously an excellent teacher!
The most important thing of all was that after seeing Gloria in action, Amy's interest in her sister-in-law was more intense than ever.
I can't sleep like this, she thought. She was much too tense. The small orgasm she'd had while watching Andy and Gloria fucking was not enough. Her cunt was still on fire, her cuntlips swollen with need.
Clenching her teeth with desperation, Amy left the bed and went to the bathroom. She locked the door, sat down on the toilet, and spread her legs to masturbate.