This story is a work of fiction. All characters are at least 18 years of age.
It was Saturday morning. I'd slept in a few hours longer than usual after a very hard week at work. I could hear people stirring in another part of the house and the smell of freshly brewed coffee finally got my attention. After pulling on a pair of boxer shorts I made my way to the kitchen to find that all important first cup of the day.
"Good morning, Charlie," I said, as I stepped into the kitchen, "Oh, and good morning to you too, mother."
"Uhhh Mmmm... good morning, honey," my mother replied. Mom was kneeling backwards in one of the kitchen chairs, her arms hugging the backrest. Mom's ass was stuck up in the air while Charlie pumped his long young cock rhythmically in and out of her hungry, gapping pussy. Charlie was our 18 year old paper-boy.
"Here to collect your monthly receipts, Charlie?" I asked.
"Yes sir, Mr. Orell. Granny O simply refuses to pay her bill and insists that I fuck her as payment. I can't help it Mr. Orell." My mother's name was Barbara but she liked everyone to call her Granny Orell or just Granny O. She was really into being a grandmother not only to my brother's and my children but with all the kids in the neighborhood.
"Oh, that's OK, Charlie, I understand. But if I were you I won't be expecting payment any time soon. It looks to me like she's really enjoying what you're doing there."
Charlie was sweating, breathing hard, and red-faced as my mother received the business end of his long cock. Charlie had one of the longest cocks I'd ever seen on any man. It wasn't very thick but it had to be at least 12 or 13 inches long with a nice spade-shaped head. My mother gripped the back of the chair to steady herself as Charlie worked his dick into her as deeply as he could, which was only about half way. Even with his youthful vigor, I knew that kid didn't stand a chance. Charlie was in for the ride of his life.
"Umphf! Oh! Ahhh!" Granny O moaned, as Charlie banged into her. "Give it to me, Charlie, fuck me hard boy! That's it! Deeper, Charlie, give me all you've got! I want to feel that dick up in my belly!"
I sat down at the table with my coffee and a piece of toast, grabbed the morning paper and started working over the sports section.
"That all you having for breakfast, David?" my mother asked. "There're eggs... Umphf! Yeah! That a boy, Charlie! ...on the stove."
"No thanks, mom", I said glancing up at the crazy fuck scene across from me. "This will do just fine."
Charlie started picking up the pace a little and every few strokes he would push hard trying to bury the entire length of his long dick into my mom's old horny cunt. Her small flabby titties were flapping wildly with each deep, hard stroke Charlie took. Her inch long, spigot-sized nipples were hanging straight down and seemed to have a motion all their own. I loved the way her tits moved when she was getting banged from behind. They looked like two small water balloons half filled and held by the nozzle end - stretched and sagging at the top, and a jiggling bulbous sack hanging below – and crowned by thick thimble-sized nipples that were perfect for suckling. At this pace, I knew something was going to happen soon.
"Where's Helen?" I asked.
"She's... Oh! In the... Yeah! Garden... fuck me, Charlie!" my mother replied. Her body was being buffeted hard by her young fuck-mate. "Your dad's... Ah! helping her... That's it boy... go for it, fuck me hard. Push it into my womb, Charlie. Uhhhh! Oh, god! Charlie, I'm cumming, sweetie!" With that, my mother began to shutter as her orgasm washed over her. Her spasms caused her back to arch and made her ass pitch higher into the air. Charlie never relented but kept up his pistoning, hard-fucking pace.
"I can only imagine what kind of help, dad is giving her," I said sarcastically. I got up and walked over to the window to see what my wife and my father were up to. Sure enough, there they were, fucking like dogs in heat. They both had there shorts down to their ankles; my dad's hips slamming into my wife's big backside. Helen was leaning over working in her vegetable garden while my father stood behind her pumping his thick dick into her big, hairy cunt. Helen was a big woman, weighing in at around 300+ pounds.
Unlike most guys, I was always attracted to really big women. Helen and I met in high school and dated all through college. I used to get a lot of ribbing from my friends about dating big girls but I was never without a date and never had a problem getting laid. While the other guys were getting mind-fucked by all the 'arm-candy' chicks they were chasing, I was getting treated to some great fucking from some really nice girls.
I munched on my toast as I watch my dad drill into my wife's big, juicy, sweet pussy. Helen's ass was enormous, big and round, deeply cleaved, and pink without a blemish on it. Her thighs were as big as my waste and when she bent over, Wow! She literally turned into all ass and cunt! Like a big wall of hairy, juicy fuck-flesh.
As I watched the two gardeners humping, I couldn't help thinking about how much I loved it when Helen sat her big tasty ass on my face and smothered me with all that delicious pink flesh. I loved the taste of her big juicy pussy and loved probing her rosy-red ass hole with my tongue. Thinking about tongue fucking my wife and watching her getting pounded by my dad was getting me pretty hard, so I pulled my dick out of the piss-hole of my shorts and started slowly stroking myself.
"Good morning, daddy! Good morning Granny! Hello, Charlie!" My 22 year old daughter Jeanine said as she bounced into the kitchen. "I see Granny won't pay her paper bill again huh, Charlie?"
"Uhhh... Yeah... Hi, Jeanine," replied Charlie in between deep slurping cock strokes.
"What's going on outside, daddy?" Jeanine asked as she joined me at the kitchen window.
