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.
Then she jerked her knees right up to her tits, rolling her ass up, curling her curvaceous body up into a ball, rolling into a hoop around the firm axle of his cock.
Dan dipped down and fed her a long, slow, rippling under slung stroke that dragged his balls along the bed. Then he hiked up higher and plowed into her from above, so that he was running every inch of his vibrant cockshaft across her explosive cunt as it sank in and pulled out.
Diana moaned loudly when her clit began to go off like a blasting cap.
It occurred to Dan that their kids might be able to hear his wife's sexual cries, loud fuck that she was. But he was not about to pause to warn her and besides, it turned him on to imagine his sexy teenaged daughter lying in her bed, listening to the sounds of lust.
"Cum – cum – cum!" Diana began to babble.
Creaming, herself, the wanton woman was yearning to feel Dan's fuckjuice squirt up her cunt.
And if the kids were listening – well, that suited Diana quite well, on this eventful day.
Her cunt was going off like a Gattling gun, setting off deeper explosions in the heart of her horny loins. Her cunt was filling up with cum cream and Dan's prick was splashing in like a torpedo launched in a swamp.
"Shoot in me, darling? Jizz me! Slime in my cunt!" Diana begged, at the peak and holding, wanting to still be cumming when her husband joined in the juicy climax.
His balls were so full by this time that they were no longer swinging – they were rolling up the lane of her loins like bowling balls.
"Here it comes, baby!" he howled.
"Oooooh! Ahhhh!" she wailed in anticipation.
The eavesdropping teenagers were left in no doubt that the parental passion was peaking.
Dan's cumbags hit her ass again – and went off like a time bomb.
His cock recoiled like a cannon as the jizz spurted from the knob, jerking his ass back on the end of his hard-on like the breech of a field piece.
He hauled her towards him by her ass and slammed his spraying prick up her again, shooting off as he plunged in and squirting again on the recoil.
Her cunt was melting on his hot cock like a wax candle in a fiery wick, and her cunt cum was swirling out almost as lavishly as his jizz.
His cock drove in through their mixed juices as if he were sinking it into a paste pot. Goo pumped from her cunt and ran down her groin and thighs and drenched her ass. He kept grinding in like a pestle in a mortar, jolting her pelvis on his savage strokes, rattling her bones, ramming her ass up and down, tumbling and tossing her voluptuous body about on the pounding engine of his potent prick.
At long last his balls had drained off and he held his cock inside her, no longer humping, taking his weight on his elbows and knees.
Diana kept on wriggling and squirming, hung up on his meat hook, working her own sweet cumming off to the dregs, grinding out the final spasms.
Then she stopped moving and lay back, a dreamy smile lighting her lovely face.
Dan, still mounted, leaned down and kissed her lovingly on each big tit tip, then on the lips.
His cumbags were slack now, all his joyjuice spent, but his cock was still fat and firm inside her cunt, and he rose up again and peered down into her face, raising his eyebrows questioningly.
Dan knew that his insatiable wife always liked to cum more than once at a session – and knew, as well, that if he kept his prick in her hot, clinging, sodden cunt for a while, his balls would refuel themselves automatically.
But today Diana seemed to require no more. "Thank you, darling – that was just what I needed," she whispered.
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