George Tipton: Horny peeping sister

While almost getting caught seemed to deter Jim from wanting to go out spying, it didn't bother Becky in the least. At the very next opportunity, she begged her dad to go out with her again, but Jim refused. Fortunately for Becky, there was more than one willing cock available to her.

"I'll go!" Tom volunteered. "I mean, I know I'm not Dad or anything, but don't forget it was me who got you into this in the first place."

"I don't think I'll ever forget, and I know I'll never be able to thank you enough," Becky said, giving her brother a kiss on the cheek. "But come on, Mom won't be gone forever and I want to be here when she gets back."

With a touch of remorse and more than a bit of apprehension, Jim watched his kids rush outside, both clad in their special dark clothing. He knew that he should stop them, that what they were doing was dangerous, but he also knew that spying was the most exciting thing in the world, especially when it was shared with family.

Tom knew all about his sister and father nearly getting caught, and he was anxious to get a look at Diane so they headed right to her house. But when they got there, the lights in the living room were on, and the bedroom with the sliding glass door was dark. They waited for a few minutes, hoping Diane might show up. But both Tom and Becky knew that their time was precious so when nothing happened, they took off again, this time hurrying toward the sexy older blonde with the orgy room.

Through the weeks of their spying, they had discovered that the blonde was always good for a show. It seemed she was always fucking and seldom with the same men. At home they made jokes about her, wondering how she made her living when it seemed she was always fucking.

From down the alley they could see that, as usual, her light was blazing. They took up their usual spots in the vacant lot across the alley from her bedroom, and settled down for some good hot looking.

Tonight the blonde was entertaining a young boy. He looked a little familiar to Becky, and she wondered if he was in one of her classes at school. If he was, she knew she'd never paid much attention to him. He was nothing special to look at but when her eyes swept down from that semi-familiar face to his cock, she gasped. The nerd had a mega-cock!

The boy was on his back, naked on the bed. The buxom blonde wore a black garter belt and black stockings as she knelt on the bed beside him, her hand running up and down the incredible shaft of his cock.

"Now you just relax, Bobby," the woman said. "You're going to love this, trust me. Have I ever done anything to you that you didn't like?"

"No-nooo," the boy croaked, his voice breaking with his nervousness.

Across the alley Tom and Becky stared. Then they noticed that not only the curtains but also the window itself was open, bringing the blonde's lusty words to them.

"Great, now we can hear 'em, too!" Tom whispered.

He spoke quietly, aware that if he and Becky could hear them, they could her him and Becky if they weren't careful. Getting caught sounded exciting when it happened to someone else, but Tom wasn't too keen on putting himself in that kind of danger.

"Remember to be quiet," he reminded his sister.

"I know," Becky said indignantly. "I'll be more careful this time, don't worry."

The moans of the prone boy reached their ears and made the teenagers twist with their own young lust. Then the blonde leaned forward, her tits hanging down, and closed her painted red lips around the head of Bobby's prick.

His cries changed when she engulfed his prick-tip. Easily the woman took all of his long cock and then pulled back and then took it again, moving with a slow, fluid rhythm. She ate and released the many inches of his cock as if it were the easiest thing in the world. Becky watched intently and swallowed. Neither her brother nor her father had a cock the size of this kid's, and she had yet to master their pricks. She couldn't imagine taking something like this.

The boy jerked and shuddered, his cock suddenly exploding in the woman's mouth. His body was taut with release, the cords in his neck standing out as he tossed his head back and writhed in pleasure.

Becky and Tom could see the blonde's throat working as she gulped down his thick load. While she ate his cream, she kneaded his balls, making sure she got everything. Then, even after the boy quit moving and she quit swallowing, she kept his cock in her mouth, sucking it as eagerly as ever.

"S-s-sorry I came so fast," the boy said shakily, trying to get up.

But the blonde threw one leg across him and kept him pinned to the bed. Her mouth was still tight around his cock, and she looked up at him with eyes that told him to stay put.

"But I came already," he whined. "You can stop now, I…" A dark-haired woman stood. She was naked except for a pair of high-heeled pumps which she kicked off after walking over toward the bed.

"Mom!" the boy cried, struggling more vigorously against the blonde who continued to suck his prick. "What are you doing here?"

"I got tired of paying Brenda to fuck you and that big horny cock of yours all the time so I thought I'd drop by for a little fun myself."

Becky and Tom looked at each other in shock. This was better than anything they had ever hoped for!

"Can you imagine our mom saying that?" Tom snickered.

"Not in a million years," Becky replied. "I don't know how Dad stands it."

Bobby's mom crawled up onto the bed with him and brought her head near to his. Her face hovered above him and she smoothed back his hair as she looked down at him tenderly.

"It hasn't been easy since your father left," she said to her son. "And watching you grow up and get big, welll, pardon me if I forget I am your mother."

"Jesus!" Tom gasped as he watched the woman plaster her mouth to her son's and give him a kiss the likes of which neither boy had ever seen before.

The woman bore down on her son, her mouth covering his completely. She twisted her lips this way and that, as if she wanted to screw herself right to her child by the mouth. Her long, painted nails held him by the ears, making it impossible for him to get away.

While the one woman plastered her mouth to his, the other kept up her vicious cock-sucking. As they worked him over, his struggles became less urgent and soon his motions were more the soft, subtle ones of pleasure rather than the violent ones of escape.

"This is too much," Tom said, freeing his cock from the prison of his jeans. "Two women at once – what more could a guy want?"

Becky reached for her brother's prick, but he was too caught up in watching Bobby and the women to notice. He just turned back to face the window, his face set in a lewd smirk, leaving Becky with an extended, but empty, hand.

She withdrew her hand, unzipping her own jeans and touching the wet, silky crotch of her panties. If Tom was going to be satisfied with his own hand, then she could be too. She rubbed her bumpy cunt-mound gently, excitement coursing through her veins.

Like they were watching television or a movie, Becky and her brother stared fixedly at the women and the boy in the room. At last Bobby's mother turned him loose and the boy panted for air, his thin chest heaving with the effort of breathing.

His mother smiled down at him and again caressed the side of his face. Then, quickly, she whirled herself around so that she was straddling his head, her pussy just a few inches from his startled face.

"Brenda tells me you're a very good cuntlapper," she said, bobbing her cunt up an down so that her dark bush brushed against his lips. "Well let's see if these lessons I've been paying for have taught you anything!"

Bobby let out a yelp and then his mother plunged her pussy down on top of his face, covering his mouth completely with the dripping meat of her cunt. She rolled her head back and gyrated her hips, grinding her cunt tight against his young face.