Harry Stevens - Loving hot family

After her parents were divorced, Amy Winslow just naturally expected that it wouldn't be long before her mother started dating again. But it had never happened and it was three years later now.

"I just can't understand it," Amy said to herself when she thought about it. "Mom's real nice looking. Looks almost young enough to be my own sister. A lot of guys should want to take her out."

It was late. Amy was sitting up in bed after finishing a book that reminded her of her mother.

"I mean, Uncle Thad's a nice guy and all, but why Mom spends so much time with her own brother rather than going out with other men beats me," Amy sighed. "Even if she doesn't want to get married again, I wouldn't blame her if she went to bed with somebody once in a while. She must need sex."

Amy's mother was out with Thad again tonight. They were always doing that, especially since they'd both gotten divorced around the same time. Out to dinner, concerts, shows, four or five times a month they were off together.

"Same goes for Uncle Thad as for Mom," Amy reasoned. "I've seen the way women look at him. He could have his pick. So why is he spending all his time with his own sister? I can't figure it out!"

Oh, well, Amy decided, it was really none of her business. And she had to admit that since the divorce her mom had seemed a whole lot happier.

"Besides, I've got my own problems," Amy then sighed. "A senior in high school and I'm still a virgin. Doesn't look like I'll ever find the right boy to take my cherry."

She yearned for her first cuntful of cock, but Amy still wasn't desperate enough to just spread her legs for anybody. How long she'd be able to hold out, though, she couldn't be sure. Sometimes she was tempted to just go up to the first guy she saw on the street and proposition him. In the meantime, however

"Mmmmm, that feels so good," she moaned, reaching down under the covers to rub her horny pussy. "Until I get brave enough to go after the real thing, I'll just have to keep on finger-fucking myself."

Amy always used three fingers inside her cunt. Together they were just about the size of a cock, she imagined. Anyway, after enough pumping they always did the job for her.

"Ooooh," she murmured, coming. "That's the way it's supposed to be!"

And after coming once, she always craved more. Usually Amy would keep finger-fucking herself through at least three climaxes, until the pussy juice was running down her arm. Tonight, though, after her initial orgasm, something else caught her attention.

"It's Mom!" Amy whispered when she heard the sexy giggling after the front door had opened and closed. "And it sure doesn't sound like she's with Uncle Thad this time."

"C'mon over here to the couch with me," Amy heard to her mother lilt to someone.

"Kids are asleep, so we can do it right here if we don't make too much noise."

"Gee, Mom must be with somebody who really turns her on," Amy noted with excitement. "Must've lied about meeting Uncle Thad tonight so she could keep whoever she's fooling around with a secret from us kids. Maybe she even went out and just picked somebody up."

Whatever the story was, Amy was as happy for her mother as a daughter could be. "Just wish I could watch," Amy admitted. "I'd love to watch Mom get fucked."

Saying it out loud made Amy's own cunt spasm as she thought of her mother's being filled by a big, hard cock. The next thing she knew, Amy was out of bed and edging across her room toward the hallway to eavesdrop.

Then Amy left her bedroom and tip-toed down the hallway. At the end of it, she peeked around the corner, holding her breath. She was immediately hypnotized by what she saw.

Her mother was sitting on the couch and a man sat next to her. Only the lamp on her mother's side was on, so Amy couldn't see the man's face from where she stood. But she could see his hand moving into the light, reaching in her mother's blouse.

"I love it when you feel my titties," Julia Winslow murmured. "Feel me up. First my titties, and then oh, yes, down there."

The man's other hand had now slipped beneath Julia's skirt. She spread her thighs so her pussy could be rubbed, too.

"Oh, now kiss me, kiss me," Julia murmured. "Kiss me with a whole lot of tongue."

The man's head moved briefly into the light, but before Amy was able to see his face he'd turned toward her mother so their eager mouths could meet. Amy listened to the slurping from their French kiss and, here, could draw from her own experience, recalling the times she'd let boys so the same thing to her.

"Now I'm ready for your mouth somewhere even better," Julia Winslow teased.

"Show me," he teased back, his voice hoarse with desire.

"As if you didn't know!" Julia chuckled.

Then she pulled her skirt all the way up over her hips. Mr. X gave her room so she could remove her panties, which were so damp they peeled off like an extra layer of skin. Julia then stripped from the waist down.

She had a very hairy cunt, which now bristled in all its glory. The man abruptly went to his knees, his face moving between Julia's legs before her daughter could see what he looked like. But Amy didn't mind not knowing who he was as long as she was treated to the sight of her mother getting her pussy eaten.

"Oh, suck it, suck it," Amy whispered to her mother's feasting lover. "Make my mom's beautiful cunt come in your mouth."

Amy's wish was granted very quickly.

"Hope you're thirsty for my pussy juice, cause there's plenty of it!" Julia swooned.

Julia ground her hairy crotch against the man's face while the sound of his gulping response to her wet climax carried all the way across the room to Amy. Then, even from his distance, Amy could see the pussy juice he didn't swallow drooling from the point of his chin.

"Gee," Amy noted, "It's just like a kiss. A French kiss. Except he's doing it to her cunt. He has his tongue in Mom's cunt so she comes in his mouth."

As Amy thought about how being on the receiving end of such an act must feel, her own cunt became very impatient for its own contact with a male tongue. But all it could hope for now were its owner's fingers. Amy then began fingering herself as though her pussy would cry out in protest if something wasn't immediately done on its behalf.

Once she'd started between her own legs Amy was too aroused to stop until she'd made herself come. Closing her eyes, she edged all the way back into the hallway and rocked on the balls of her feet while the orgasmic tide welled in her rolling loins.

"Yes, that's better," she murmured after the climax had run its course.

It had been a very wet one. And now, removing her sticky fingers from her temporarily satisfied pussy, Amy automatically brought them to her mouth and tasted them.

"Bet," she slurped, "there's not anything any sweeter than a cunt that's just come. Just wish I had the right guy like Mom does now so he could lick up my sweet cum, too."

Then, after her pussy-break, Amy peeked around the corner again. During her brief absence, the action on the couch had moved on to the next stage. Amy still couldn't see what her mother's lover looked like, but right now she was a lot more interested in something other than his face his big, hard, jutting cock.

His head turned away from Amy, his pants were down and he'd straddled her reclining mother, who'd opened her blouse. Amy's mother wore no bra and she had that big, hard cock between her bare tits. Then she squeezed her large tits around it so the cock fucked them, while, at the same time, she flicked out with her tongue and licked at the swollen prick head when it rhythmically surged toward her mouth.

"God, what I'd give to have somebody do that to me!" Amy sighed, stroking her own tits through the thin nightie she wore.