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"Ohhh, yesssss! Do it!", hissed Mindy, clenching her spasming cunt around her father's deeply pumping cock. "Cum with me! Cum with me Daddy! UUHHHHHHHHHHH! UUUUUUUHHHHH, GODDDDDD! DADDDDDYYYYYYY!"
Ben's cock exploded inside his daughter's belly, filling her tiny, quivering cunt with the biggest, thickest load of sperm, Mindy had ever received. She bounced and bobbed on top of him like a cowgirl riding a bucking bronco, except this horny little cowgirl was riding her daddy's cum-spurting cock!
Just as Mindy's orgasm peaked with his own, Ben dimly heard his sons' lusty yelps and Joan's muffled moans of ecstasy as they all got off together. Dizzily he watched his wife's cheeks swell with Eddie's spurting load, while Roy's bubbling jism overflowed her cock-filled cunt and ran down her thighs. The whole family was coming at the same time, making the king-size bed rock and groan. They all fell into a tangle of arms and legs, cocks and cunts, gasping like long distance runners. Mindy was the first to catch her breath again.
"Oooooh, God, that was fantastic?" she cried. "But I still feel horny. Let's do it again."
"Not now, young lady," Joan laughed. "It's dinnertime, and we're going to need a rest and some food. I have a hunch it's going to be a very busy evening." "Oh, my God, I'm so wet," she said, panting as she pushed back into me. And she was. I could feel her wetness as my cock slowly edged its way up the passage from the opening of her body between her legs. She was wet. And, she was tight. The muscles in her vaginal walls gripped and placed erotic pleasure on my cock as it pushed upwards. Her muscles twitched, contracted and then relaxed allowing my cock to move deeper into her body. Then, I felt my balls nestle between her ass cheeks and rest against her skin. My cock was all the way in. Inside her she was also hot and my cock could feel the heat as I held still, experiencing the feeling of being deep inside her where it was wet, tight and warm. She was bent over at the waist across the kitchen island bench. Her legs were open and spread, forming an upside down "V" with her perfect ass at the top of the "V". Her pink shorts and tiny white panties lay discarded between my legs and next to my own shorts. Her arms propped her body up from the waist and her palms were flat against the bench top. She used her arms to push back a little as if to get more of my cock inside her. I met her backward push with a thrust of my own. Both of us, it seemed, wanted just a little bit more of my hard cock inside her. The hair that framed her cunt brushed against the base of my cock, giving me even more excitement. We both stayed still allowing the feeling of being locked together by my cock to envelope us. The she pushed back again slightly and I pushed forward. This was repeated over and over and the pace quickened and a rhythm was established. She sighed as she matched my thrusts and then crossed her arms and rested her head on her forearms. Her legs widened ever so slightly as she welcomed each thrust of my cock. "That's so good," she said softly as, again, I pushed my cock into her. "Oh, mom," was all I could say as I fucked her as she was bent over the kitchen bench. I was in total erotic bliss with my cock buried deeply inside her cunt, both of us moving backwards and forwards in an almost perfect rhythm. It was great sex. It was hot and sweaty sex. And, it was taboo sex. I though these things but didn't say them. How do you tell your mom she's a great fuck? ************* It was late on a summer Saturday afternoon that began with me and three buddies enjoying a few beers in my back yard. What had eventuated on that hot summer Saturday backyard birthday party changed my life and introduced me to the hidden desires and needs of my mature mom. Three of my close buddies were around to celebrate my 18th birthday, four days after the actual event. We were hanging in the back yard where a couple of old, heavy trunked trees shaded much of the yard and partly obstructed the back windows of the house from the grassy patch where we were relaxing a few outdoor chairs. A portable ice box was crammed with a case of beer heaped in slowly melting ice. A lemon tree was in the center of the grass, just a little off from where we were seated. Like the beer we were chilled, slowly swigging the beer and talking a whole lot of crap about our future, sex-filled, adventures we were anticipating in college. Liberated and lubricated by long neck cold beers, the conversation concentrated on two topics normal for boys on the cusp of manhood. Sex along with sports. The latter took up most of our spare time and it was what we talked about. At the back of the house, away from prying eyes we could, at least, enjoy a beer or two along with exaggerations of sex we hadn't had and sports successes that often alluded us. The trees meant none of us needed to go inside if we needed to piss. The wide branches of the lemon tree were more convenient and the other trees gave us privacy. Sometimes, as more bottles were drained, the stories and our imaginations expanded, far beyond reality. As the afternoon sun got hotter, we drained more bottles and the stories got wilder. It was all good fun, each knew the others were telling stories further down the road from reality - for both sex and sports. Flip flops, shorts and tees were what we four were wearing. It was that sort of day. My mom, when she brought out a couple of plates of snacks, was wearing a free flowing white summer dress and sandals. None of us paid particular attention to her when she came out laden with the snacks that went with our beer. She was my mom and the three guys were around my home enough to know her and give her the respect of being my mom. My mom didn't mind our drinking, if it was in the back yard and no one was going to drive. As we all lived a short distance from each other, that was never an option. Her and I lived alone, dad was a distant memory for both of us and there was never any longing from me to see his shadow move across our doorway. She was Philippa and I was Ian. She worked in middle level downtown corporate, was in her early 40's, just a little shorter than my 5'11", light auburn hair cropped to mid neck, with bright green eyes that dominated her soft and attractive face. About a size 12, she dressed well and smart during the week, relaxed on weekends. She never showed great interest in dating, although there were a few work-oriented outings and receptions where she enjoyed male company. Nothing serious ever developed to my knowledge and most weekend she was around the house or at her gym, which kept her toned. She always happy to see my buddies.