Ron Taylor: X-rated mother

Her brother was still leaning against her, his hard-on sticking out. She could feel it pressing on her bare body. It felt stiff and solid, certainly big enough. Funny. She'd never given a single thought to her brother and his sexual life. He must have one, but in Stacy's world Gerry didn't figure at all. Not until now.

Oh, she didn't want him. Not in that sense. At the moment Stacy was very deeply in love with Ellen Pascoe and she was certain Ellen felt the same way toward her. But she owed something to her mother, too, and if she could help reconcile Connie and Gerry, well – if it was for Connie…

She looked into her brother's face and smiled. "If you've ever wanted to take a porno star to bed, this is as good a chance as any. You coming?"

The invitation shook him, and Stacy had to undress her brother. She did it quickly, expertly, and his stiff cock sprang into sight. It wasn't as big as some of the ones Stacy had enjoyed, but it was long, thinnish, and pretty, and she didn't mind. After all, Gerry was the one with the problems, wasn't he? Connie was pretty well adjusted, and Stacy herself was loose as a goose. With baby brother acclimated to the realities.

She rolled onto the bed, lifting her knees to give him a straight-on shot at her fluffy cunt. Her fingers dropped between her thighs and she teased the slitted opening with them, humming softly as her nails scraped the tender flesh. Gerry sat on the edge of the bed watching her play finger games. He wasn't saying much, but he was still sticking out, and Stacy noticed a gleaming drop of moisture in the little slit at the tip of his dong. She'd figured him right, hadn't she?

Her hand stretched languidly toward Gerry, and he took it with trembling fingers. Stacy pulled, and he slid to join her. His body stretched out next to hers, and she let her bare, sleek thigh touch his stiffened cock. It quivered, and for a second she feared that he might spill his juices on her leg, where they certainly didn't belong. Vice is nice, she told herself, but incest is best.

"Have you ever done it before?" she asked. "With a girl?"

He started to nod, but he hesitated, then shook his head slowly.

"Really?" Stacy giggled. "You mean I get your cherry? Far out!"

She took his cock in hand, stoking it thoughtfully. His flesh was warm and stiff, but that was how all men felt when they were hard. She still preferred girls, and Ellen in particular, but Gerry wouldn't be so bad. Not with her sure body to guide him. Stacy twisted around and brought her head to the pole of his cock. She touched him again, stroking up and down the stalk with her fingertips, and then she kissed him squarely upon the tip. Her lips pulled away, taking with them the taste and dampness of the little bubble of cum she'd noticed a moment ago. It had a fresh, virginal flavor, reminding her once again that this would be her first male cherry.

Stacy flicked her tongue on Gerry's dick, softly, gently, just enough to let him know that she was getting down to business. He jiggled at the touch of her tongue, but her hand held him firmly while she licked up and down, dabbing him from corona to scrotum. She thought about sucking his balls, but why bother? If this was his first time out he wouldn't know the difference. Let somebody else teach him that little trick.

She put the tip of his cock against her lips, kissing it with a growing eagerness. As she maintained the kiss she began to part her lips, very slowly, allowing his knob to slide inside their softness. Immediately the end of his prick bumped her teeth, the sudden resistance making him shudder and moan. Stacy patted his tummy in reassurance. It was all right, she thought. She wasn't going to bite him. And if she did, he'd love it.

Her teeth gave way gradually, sensuously, and his prickhead started to move between them. She kept her teeth set just firmly enough to scrape the head of his dong, and she rubbed the upper ones provocatively on the rim of his coronal bulge as it slid past. Again a shudder, again a moan, this time more pronounced in each case. Stacy closed her mouth upon him and started to suck on the tip of his cock. It was one of her favorite tricks from the days when she loved men and women equally, and she hadn't forgotten it in spite of her recent exposure to the light of truth.

He was like a big, warm lollipop in her mouth, and she sucked with the enthusiasm of a child just given a delicious piece of candy. One of her hands tickled up and down the exposed part of Gerry's dick, the other cupping his scrotum in a warm, cuddling grip. Now and then she squeezed his bag of nuts, just to let him know she was still in charge, and his hands petted her hair in gratitude.

"God, Stacy," he whispered in a mixture of fright and ecstasy, "how did you learn to do that? It's just like I always dreamed it would be, when a girl made love to me with her mouth."

He was getting one of the best, she wanted to tell him, but her mouth was full and it wasn't polite to try to speak then. Instead she threw a couple of clever twists into her sucking, sexy wrinkles she'd picked up during several years of experimentation, and Gerry responded like one of Pavlov's dogs. She could almost hear the saliva that must be dripping from his mouth. And there was plenty of juice in her own mouth, too, juice that flowed from her salivary glands to bathe her brother's cock in its hot moisture. Her tongue fluttered around and around the tip of him, dancing on the purple, peeled-grape smoothness of his glans, once in a while pushing at the opening in his cockhead.

Utile bubbles of cum seeped from him, and his hands gripped her head, his cock thrusting in an effort to lunge itself fully into her mouth. Stacy was too old a hand at this to let him take charge of the action, and she told him so with warning scratches of her teeth on Gerry's most sensitive, most precious possession. Some girls might be willing to let men fuck their mouths while they lay back in resignation, but Stacy wasn't one of those girls. She was, in all due modesty, one of the ten best cocksuckers in the world, or so she liked to imagine, and she took a backseat to no one.

She kept sucking his knob, her fist closing on his shaft and easing into a slow, sexy up-down motion. As she mouthed him she kept one eye trained on his face. Stacy could tell when a man was near the point of no return, and she didn't want Gerry to lose control. Not till she was ready for him to lose control. There! His eyes rolled in their sockets, a sure giveaway of his condition. She let his cock bounce from her sucking mouth and she squeezed it with thumb and finger, just below the swollen, purple head. He groaned in reply, as if it were killing him, but when his eyes opened they had recovered a degree of calmness.

"Okay," Stacy grinned, rising to her knees. "It's time for lesson number two."

She straddled his supine body and guided his dick toward the opened gap of her furry cunt. The head pushed inside her, and she swayed left and right, allowing him to bask in the pleasure of his first cuntal insertion. Then she sank upon him, taking his cock home, and giving him a real memory to treasure.

His cock plumbed her cunt from beneath, and she could feel the tip of his long snakelike organ when it touched the mouth of her uterus. That was a pleasant sensation, when she was in the mood for it, and if he wasn't as thick as some of her past lovers, he was longer than a lot of them.

There was no need to pretend. Stacy grooved on the feel of Gerry's cock buried in her snatch, almost as much as he dug having it there.

She heard his voice, as though from a distance: "Uh, Stace," said her brother, "are you on the pill or anything? I think I'm going to cum, but I didn't wanta…"

Wasn't he thoughtful! Stacy couldn't remember the last time a guy had asked her if she had any insurance against knockup. Maybe he had a few redeeming qualities after all. She'd have to give it some thought, of course, but maybe…