1. The Family Reunion


    Date: 12/9/2016, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Incest, Mature, Older Female / Males, Spanking, Author: Schaka, Rating: 93.6, Source: sexstories.com

    was hard with the anticipation of Anne's visit to my tent. I woke in total darkness. The only light was the thin glow of the Milky Way streaming through the screen of my tent. I heard the soft burr of someone snoring next to me. In the gloom, I could make out soft outline of a female shape. I silently cursed myself. I had fallen asleep. Anne had sneaked out to meet me. She had probably tried to wake me and could not. Now she lay sleeping next to me. How long had she been here? How much time did we have left? I shook her lightly and quietly called her name. She rolled to her back and mumbled something incoherent. The soft light of the stars outlined her body through the heavy screen flap of the tent. The mounds of her breast were larger than I remembered. Her hips felt fuller. My incestuous lover had gained a few pounds I laughed ruefully to myself. I pushed her T-shirt up. I leaned over and took one succulent nipple in my mouth. I rolled my tongue around its rigid circumference. At first, there was no response. I transferred my attention to the other breast, sucking it while rolling the nipple of the other between my thumb and forefinger. That earned me a groan and a slight upward thrusting of her hips. Realizing she was probably as drunk as I was, I fumbled in the darkness and undid the clasp on her shorts. When I pulled the zipper down and tugged, she instinctively raised her hips. I pulled them off and tossed them in the corner of the tent. I straddled her, balancing my ...
    weight on my knees and arms. From this position, I tongued each nipple. Then I trailed my tongue wetly through her cleavage, down her abdomen to navel. I paused there letting the hot wet tip of my tongue probe her navel. Oddly, it was an outie. I recalled Anne's navel was an innie. Perhaps childbirth and time had forced it out. My sucking of it drew a groan from my love. I could tell my foreplay was arousing her. I could feel her hips thrusting up against my belly. The aroma of her sex filled the tent. I traced down her lower abdomen into the bristly thicket of her sex. My tongue moved lightly down the swollen wetness of her labia. She groaned loudly and made to say something. I shushed her. She giggled and shushed me back. Alcohol and lust made her voice unrecognizable as she slurred huskily: "I know, I know!" I turned my head sideways and French kissed her moist pussy. I pressed my mouth hard against her wet swollen pussy lips forcing my tongue deep in her love hole. I flicked my tongue around as though I were kissing her mouth. “Oh fuck,” she groaned. Her hands went to my head, holding me tightly against her. Her hips thrust up, a deep moan issued from her mouth as my assault continued. In the gloom, I saw her hands travel to her breasts; she pulled hard on her nipples. I transferred my attentions to her clit. I used the tip of my tongue to duel aggressively with her hard little man in the boat. I flicked it repeatedly back and forth. I could feel her wetness streaming down ...
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