When a girl fucks her mother, there should be no more secrets between the two of them, at least that's the way Millie saw it. And there'd never be a better time to bring it up than now, with the lusty fucking action having dissolved into a sweaty, sticky afterglow and the room sweetly reeking of satisfied cunt.
"I think we'd better talk, Mom," Millie aid as they rested beside one another on the messy bed.
Betsy Underwood was no fool. "It's about those missing panties, isn't it, honey?"
Millie nodded, then took a deep breath and got right to the point. "No sense in beating around the bush, Mom. We both know who's been stealing our panties."
Now it was Betsy's turn to nod. "Gary," they said together.
"Did you catch him jacking off with yours, too?" Betsy asked.
"He was so cute," Millie giggled. "I couldn't resist what happened after that with him."
"Neither could I," Betsy sighed.
"I know, Mom," chuckled Millie. "I was down there in the basement the whole time, watching the whole thing between you and Gary. God, what sucking and fucking! That's when I decided, right then and there, that I had to get some of what Gary got from you for myself."
"Why, you scheming little slut!" Betsy giggled. "You set me up. You seduced me."
"Would you have done it any differently if you'd caught me fucking Gary instead of it being the other way around?" Millie hopefully asked.
"Don't think I'd have been so patient, baby," Betsy kidded on the square. "Just might've gone ahead and damned well raped you."
"Oh, Mom, you say just the right things!" Millie squealed with happiness. "We're so perfect together. And this is just the beginning."
"Mmmm, tell me more," urged Betsy.
"Simple as this, Mom," Millie sated. "As a team we're unbeatable. So why not go for all we can get? The two of us together can really turn this family around. We don't have to stop with each other's pussies. We can have all the cock we want, too. Maybe we don't need cock when we're alone in bed, but the rest of the time… ah, well, you know what they say, variety is the spice of life."
Just then, as luck would have it, they were interrupted by the ringing phone. Millie answered it. The timing couldn't have worked out better.
"Who was that?" Betsy anxiously asked.
"How about your favorite bad-boy nephew, Mom?"
"Jack?" Betsy named her brother's son. "Is he back in town?"
"More than that. He fucked me the other night at the drive-in," Millie revealed. "If it hadn't been for him, the rest of this might never have happened. 'Cause it was his cum I was washing out of my clothes when I caught Gary stealing my dirty panties."
"But what's that have to do with now?" Betsy panted with anticipation.
"Jack wants to see me again."
"And?"
"How fast can you get horny again, Mom?" snickered Millie. "This time for some cock?"
Betsy had only one more question to ask before she committed herself. "Is he hung?"
"Like a damned stallion!" her daughter assured her. "Now, listen here's the plan…"
He knocked on the door. He was so horny for the little bitch that his cock was practically busting out of his pants. That piece of ass she'd given him at the drive-in the other night had made him hard up for her tight pussy ever since. His shore leave was almost over, but if it had meant going AWOL he'd have told the damned Navy to go to hell for another chance at getting into those hot, young pants.
Now, though, it was working out great. When he'd called his cousin Millie, the little cunt told him to make it right over to her place. She was as ready for more of his big cock as he was for her tight, wet pussy. Two more days to go on his shore leave and he'd get in plenty more sucking and fucking under the wire, enough to send him back to his ship in style.
"C'mon, baby," he impatiently muttered when his knock wasn't answered, then he leaned on the door bell. "Don't turn prick-teaser on me now."
He was interrupted by the finally opening door. However, his frustration persisted because he still hadn't gained entry. For just ajar was all the hinges creaked.
"Wh-who is it?" she stammered from beyond the dark crack.
"Aunt B-Betsy?"
"Jack? Is that really you? I thought you were off at sea. How long have you been in town?"
Now Betsy opened the door all the way and admitted her stunned nephew. And finding her there instead of Millie wasn't the only reason for Jack's breathlessness. For his aunt wore nothing more than a damp towel.
"I was in the shower," Betsy explained. "Hope you don't mind the way I look."
"Y-you look super, Aunt Betsy," Jack blurted out, suddenly having forgotten all about his cousin.
"Well, I don't invite just anybody in when I'm half-naked," Betsy chattered. "But family's different, especially my favorite nephew."
She abruptly paused, making smoldering eye contact. Jack became so self-conscious about the telltale bulge at his crotch that he helplessly blushed.
"So," Betsy now continued, her voice dropping into a smoky register, "what're you waiting for, Jackie honey? Aren't you gonna give your old auntie a great, big, wet kiss?"
Now, shifting his weight from one foot to the other like a nervous little boy, Jack muttered, "Well, uh, gee, I dunno, Aunt Betsy."
While he was still hemming and hawing, Betsy took matters into her own hands. She flung herself at her startled nephew, planting her mouth flush on his and then giving him some tongue. Down below, her thigh rubbed against the throbbing mound between his legs. For a moment, Jack was afraid he might actually come in his pants.
"Mmmmm, I needed that," Betsy sighed when the kiss was broken.
She stepped back so Jack could see all of her. All of her, indeed. For when she'd hugged him the towel had fallen to the floor, leaving her stark naked. But, at the moment, she acted like there was nothing out of the ordinary.
"I, uh, think you dropped something, Aunt Betsy," Jack choked.
Betsy looked down at her uncovered body and giggled. "So I have."
She bent down for the towel, turning around just enough so her bare ass bobbed up in front of Jack. He couldn't help but see the split of her ass cheeks. Couldn't help focusing on the pink of her pussy as it showed spread from behind.
"Here," Betsy then said, turning Jack around and offering him the towel. "You want to put it back on me?"
Jack was speechless, motionless.
"Or do you like me better this way?" Betsy now purred. "Without the towel?"
Jack stiffly nodded.
"I thought you would. In fact, I was counting on it," Betsy stated, directly eyeing her nephew's hard-on. "Now the rest is up to you."
"C-can I f-fuck you, Aunt Betsy?" Jack stuttered, sounding like anything but the macho stud he was supposed to be.
"Don't just ask," Betsy shot back, arching her spine so her tits thrust out, the nipples rigid. "Just do it, stud!"
Jack's hand dropped to his swollen fly and he discovered that his zipper had already been forced down by his straining boner. Then, when he barely touched the snap, his pants popped open all the way.
"Navy have a shortage of underwear?" Betsy teased when she saw he wasn't wearing any.
"Like to be ready if, uh, anything comes up," Jack gulped.
"Well, this is it, tiger," Betsy hotly answered. "And, oooh, are you ready!"
She knelt before him, the shadow of his jutting prick falling across her face. Then, her tongue emerging, she licked from his balls up the underside of his heavily veined cockshaft.
"There's more than one way to fuck me," she then said. "You can start with my mouth."
Betsy opened wide, presenting the perfect oral target, her lips drawn back over her teeth for the smoothest brand of mouth-fucking. Her nephew's hips bucked as a simple matter of male reflex. His hand automatically dropped in the process, guiding the path of his lurching prick straight down that welcoming female throat.
"Jesus, you got it all already!" blurted Jack in awe as his cockmeat was swallowed to the root on his first cock-thrust. "What a blow-job!"
But Betsy was just getting started. Now she pumped his hairy balls with one hand and probed his gritty asshole with the middle finger of the other.
"Shit, you're getting me weak in the knees," Jack admitted.
He sagged down toward her level, but Betsy raised the stakes by sinking even lower, sprawling all the way beneath Jack. Next, drawing up her legs to almost jack-knife her naked body, she seized his hips between her raised and clutching thighs. Then she rocked him to and fro, rhythmically jerking his huge cock down her deep, spasming throat.
"Gonna shoot it, Aunt Betsy!" Jack soon announced.
Betsy doubled her suction and was soon rewarded with a torrent of jizz so creamily plentiful that only a woman like her could drink it as fast as it spurted from her nephew's climaxing cock.
"Yeah, suck, suck, suck!" Jack feverishly chanted. "Swallow every drop of my cum, Aunt Betsy."
She took him at his word. Betsy continued the blow-job even after his mouth-fucking prick slowed to a dribble.
"Never thought I'd get my prick sucked too much," Jack sighed. "But you gotta quit now, Aunt Betsy. My cock and balls can't take any more."
With a sticky grin, his aunt released his prick-meat. It was beet-red from her unrelenting mouth. But, most importantly, Jack's prick remained stiff as a board.
"So you think you've had enough, huh?" Betsy teased. "Well, somehow I have a little trouble believing that."
"Just that nobody's ever sucked my prick so hard… so long after I already came," Jack defensively croaked. "Once you'd gotten all my cum, felt like my damned balls were strangling. The stiffer you kept my cock, the more it started to hurt."
"Are you trying to tell me that you've got yourself a hard-on like that with no more jizz to shoot through it?"
"To tell you the God's honest truth, Aunt Betsy," Jack confessed, "you've got me so turned around that I don't know whether I'm coming or going."
"Well, then maybe this'll point you in the right direction, kiddo."
Betsy bobbed up on all fours, hoisting her flared bottom in her nephew's line of sight like she was a bitch in heat. Then she reached back to spread her asscheeks, even wider, stretching her drooling pussy.
"Feeling anything special in your poor, aching balls now?" Betsy playfully called over her shoulder. "Like a fresh batch of hot jizz starting to brew for your old auntie's thirsty cunt? "
"Damn, I can sure as hell give it a try!" Jack gusted, totally under the spell of that yawning pink cunt. "If I can't come in that pussy, I ought to turn in my cock and balls."
However, Betsy's reply was not what Jack had anticipated. "Won't hurt to make sure, though. No sense in leaving anything to chance."
"Jesus, Aunt Betsy," Jack gulped, "all I can give you is my word that I'm all right again. That I'm ready to dog-fuck you until you've got a cuntful of more of my cum."
"Why should I depend on your word?" countered Betsy. "I can get an iron-clad guarantee that your balls can deliver the goods."
She snapped her fingers, looking toward the hallway. And out stepped the person whom Jack had originally expected to fuck, but she was now the last person he expected to see.
"M-Millie!" he gasped.
As naked as her mother, she smirked from ear to ear. "Need some help, Mom?"
"Your cousin Jack's the one who has the problem," mother answered daughter. "A minute ago he said he didn't have a drop of cum left. Now he claims just the opposite. So I don't know what to expect if he fucks me, a pussyful of jizz or a dry hole-unless, that is, I can count on you to make the difference for the poor boy."
"Like, uh, priming the old pump?" Millie said, licking her lips.
"You don't mind, do you, darling?" Betsy said with a devilish grin. "I can count on you to suck his balls full of jizz while his cock's dog-fucking my cunt, can't I?"
"My pleasure," Millie answered. "Under one condition, though. If I make Jack's balls boil over, then I get to lick all that jizz out of your pussy after his cock's through shooting it into you."
"Good lord, doesn't that go without saying?" Betsy lilted.
Jack had dropped out of high school to join the Navy, but he was no dope. He knew when a couple of chicks were jerking him around.
"A set-up, huh?" he said in a hush.
Mother and daughter didn't deny it.
"All right then, bitches, what do you really want?" Jack blustered.
"Just exactly what we already said. Your big cock dog-fucking my cunt…" Betsy began.
"Your balls in my mouth…" Millie chimed in.
"And then enough of your cum in my pussy so my darling daughter here can suck it out to her heart's content," Betsy finished.
"You two always work together like this?" Jacked asked in wonder.
"What if we told you that you're the first guy mom and I've ever done a number on at the same time?" Millie asked, since, of course, this was actually the case.
"Naw, don't think I'd believe it," Jack chuckled, getting increasingly used to the idea of two-on-one with his aunt and cousin.
"Well, let's put it this way," Betsy told him. "You sure as hell won't be our last."
"Than I can sure as hell believe!" Jack bubbled, already thinking ahead to telling his shipmates about what was ready to happen.
His aunt's rear-spread cunt was still there, just waiting to be dog-fucked. Jack lined up behind her yawning ass and took the plunge, hilting his prick in that warm, wet gash to his balls. And, even before the friction between cock and pussy started, his were abruptly being sucked from below by his cousin's equally warm and wet mouth.
"Did I just die and go to heaven?" Jack moaned with pleasure. "Christ, I think so. What a trip!"
His prick began pumping in his aunt Betsy's pussy. And, with every stroke, Millie orally tugged his nuts. Plus, his cousin had added a digging finger up his asshole, stimulating that special cum-producing gland which was located at the base of his cock.
"Man, oh, man," he muttered to himself under his ragged breath. "I'm not gonna just shoot my wad, I'm gonna fucking explode Damned cock feels like a bomb, just waiting to go off."
Knowing that he couldn't hold off the rising tide between his legs for long, Jack took advantage of the action for as long as it lasted. The old in-and-out wasn't the only thing his prick could do in his aunt's pussy. There was always the Mexican corkscrew that Tijuana whore had taught him for a few extra pesos. You just started twisting your buried hard-on in the bitch's pussy and…
"I'm coming!" Betsy cried, her abruptly climaxing pussy rippling around her nephew's prick.
"Works like a charm," Jack chuckled to himself.
But, then again, so did what Millie was doing to his balls and asshole. Suddenly he was the one crying out.
"I'm coming!" he shouted.
After having worried earlier that his cum-supply was exhausted after the blow-job his aunt had given him, his prick now poured jizz into Betsy's dog-fucked cunt. It flowed so rapidly that it gushed in a continuous stream rather than in separate spurts.
"It's like I'm pissing jizz!" Jack panted. "Like I can't stop!"
For this he could give a large part of the credit to his cousin. Down below, Millie applied crushing suction to his climaxing balls, drawing out the absolute best in him. However, although Jack was riding high at the moment, Millie herself would soon wind up in the driver's seat.
"Ooooooh," Jack finally moaned, suddenly exhausted. "Didn't think I'd ever quit coming, but now I've had it. Gotta crash."
He sagged backwards, probably ready to fall away on his own. But, no longer sucking his balls, his cousin hastened his departure. Then with Jack toppling to one side, Millie moved in to take his place, sealing her mother's freshly fucked cunt with her mouth.
"Oh, baby," Betsy swooned, "when you're around it just gets better and better!"
Propping himself up on his elbows, Jack watched the mother-daughter action in awe. Immediately forgetting his fatigue, he started stroking his instantly revived hard-on. Then, spotting Millie's plump ass up in the air while she ate her mother, he realized that he didn't have to settle for just watching.
"Yeah, I'll dog-fuck the young cunt just like I did to the old one," Jack vowed under his breath.
But after he'd sneaked up behind his apparently unaware cousin, Jack changed his mind about fucking her cunt. For a notch away from her pussy was a much smaller opening which had an even greater attraction for his big cock. "Why not? Might as well go for the tightest fuck there is."
He lined up his throbbing cock with Millie's puckered ass opening and set his hips. But, suddenly, he was stopped in his tracks. After getting this far without being noticed, he'd almost started to think that he might as well be invisible as far as his aunt and cousin were concerned. He'd been planning to surprise them by barging in on their lesbian sixty-nine, cock first, but the surprise was on him.
"And just what do you think you're up to, young man?" Betsy sharply called up as her pussy continued being eaten by her daughter.
"Uh, n-nothing, Aunt Betsy," Jack lamely lied.
"Well, you could've fooled me," Betsy Underwood replied. "Millie and I were almost sure you were going to fuck her in the ass. In fact, we were counting on it."
Hearing his aunt's mocking tone, Jack felt sort of like a fool. But the open invitation to go ahead and do what he'd intended in the first place made him feel even more like a stud. Within seconds he was fucking his cousin's tight asshole and Millie was shitting all over his happy prick while she kept going down on her mother's pussy without missing a slurp.