John Kellerman - The family threesome

"Shereeeee! Damn!"

She went on smacking and sucking, the saliva dripping from her chin. Roger lurched once as if he was trying to jerk his prick away from her hungry mouth. But she had a firm grip of his thighs and she was dragged along with him, her tongue never losing a beat.

Roger leaned heavily against the fender of his Lincoln. Sheri felt really strange. Like she'd become something wild, some crazed animal who'd latched onto this man to suck his juices. And she knew of course that in a few seconds it would happen.

But she clung fast to Roger's body, her head bobbing, her lips hot and wet around the shiny shaft. She'd long ago licked off all her own juices. But her mouth welled with spit. It dripped into the grass between Roger's feet. Her chin was shiny with it and so were her breasts.

"Stop… Sheri… God damn it!"

"Mm mmmmnnnnooo," she moaned through her nose. The tip of his cock was very, very taut now. And it had swollen suddenly much larger. She caressed it lovingly with her tongue, teasing his approaching come until it hung there like a bomb.

"Uhhhhh," Roger groaned, his fingers tightening in her blonde hair. Very slowly, Sheri sucked his bursting glans with the flat of her tongue. And it happened. She went dizzy as a frothing flood of cream rolled out of the tiny slit. The next surge was jetted powerfully against the roof of her mouth. She took him quickly to the back of her throat, suppressed her urge to gag and then began to swallow.

Roger let out a cry of excitement and sank to his knees in the long grass. Sheri went with him, careful to keep her lips tightly clamped at the base of his cock. The sound of her gulping down his stringy sap excited her too. She dug a finger into her slit and began to rub her clit furiously. The stuff was really coming fast now. She couldn't possibly wolf it all down in time. A whitish dribble poured from one nostril.

"Sheri… you… you… didn't stop, God damn!"

He was on his back now, legs spread wide. She hunkered over him, devouring every droplet she could swallow, letting the rest spurt from the corners of her mouth. He pumped his hips and dug his heels at the ground. She sat between his knees, bent over to nurse and suck the wondrous cock that was spouting hot curds of jizz in to her throat. Sheri was proud. She'd done it! She'd sucked a grown man dry. She'd given somebody good head, is Annie said. She was a real woman now.

"Get dressed," Roger said. He sounded mad as hell. Sheri opened her eyes. She'd been drowsing in the grass, almost asleep. As soon as she'd milked Roger dry, she'd cuddled down next to him and tickled her clit until a small but nice orgasm had trembled through her young body. She had been hoping that when he rested a little, he'd want to put on the rubber and really take care of her. She thought she deserved a little attention after what she'd done for him. But now this anger. She scrambled up, confused and hurt.

"What's wrong, Roger?" She took his hand but the older man shook it off.

"I said to get dressed, damn it. I'm taking you home."

Roger hardly spoke to her on the way home. She pouted by the window. She felt close to team. She'd been so confident, so happy that she knew the ropes. And now she was more confused than ever. What reason did he have for being angry? She'd licked his cock, drunk his seed. She wondered if she'd made some awful mistake. She wondered if she'd overlooked a secret she was as yet ignorant of.

"Roger?"

"Just sit there, will you? Don't say a word. I don't feel so hot."

"I'm sorry. I thought…"

Roger touched her hand briefly, then went back to driving. They were silent the rest of the way home.

Mona felt wonderfully better when she stepped out of the shower. She'd been courageous enough to face thing instead of shoving them into the back of her mind. She even found herself laughing a little at the way her brother had managed to seduce her.

She couldn't accept it as right. But she could at least smile. And it had done something healthy to her mind. It had jarred her out of a year-long depression. She felt, like she was in contact with the world again. She was aware of her body and her body's needs.

What was bettor, she was thinking of Roger in a completely different way. She could understand now why he had left her in the first place. She'd been a tense, fearful person. She'd demanded too much of him. She'd wanted security for security's sake, forgetting that there was much pleasure, to be had from life. Roger had been too easy going for all that. And he'd left.

"If only I could get those years back again," she said to herself, slipping a short dress over her hips. She picked a silky blouse to go with it and brushed her hair.

She was thinking of Roger again. He looked so good after all these years. He looked sexier than he had as a young man. And after all, he had remembered them. He had come back to try and make things right. She glanced at the check on her dresser. Just then the doorbell rang.

"Coming," she called, hurrying downstairs. She threw back the door and smiled at her ex-husband. He looked at her in a strange way.

"That's the first time I've seen you smile since…"

"Roger. Come in, won't you?" She looked behind him. "Where's Sheri?"

"She wanted off at a friend's house. I figured it would be okay with you."

Mona led him into the living room. "I'm glad she's not hers. I have something to say… just for your ears."

She bent close so that he could see the tops of her breasts. She'd chosen just the blouse to do it. Had her ex-husband forgotten how he had once worshipped her large, high-riding tits? She could see quickly that he had not.

"I guess I should start with a long explation. I should go into all the mistakes I made and how long it took me to grow up." They sat down and she took his hand. "But I think I'll just leave that for later."

Roger looked at her with obvious passion. "Mona…"

"I've been a damned fool, Roger."

"I wasn't any prize back then." His eyes flicked down to the hem of her skirt. She crossed her legs slowly.

"What are you thinking of right now?" she asked, squeezing his fingers in hers. "Why darling you're blushing."

"I was thinking…" he swallowed hard, "of eating your pussy." Mona closed her eyes and sucked in a slow breath.

"Oh God. My panties just got awful wet."

Roger pulled her against him. They kissed slowly, like old friends rediscovering each other. His hand worked gently under her sheer skirt. When his finger caressed the hot silk of her panty crotch, Mona began to unbuckle his jeans. "Just like old times," she cooed.

"Those tits. I can't believe they still look as good as ever."

"I guess I've been preserving them for you without even knowing."

She had his big cock out now, jacking the skin up and down. She'd always loved his cock. She had played with his foreskin many times, teasing him in a hundred different ways because he hadn't been circumcised. She loved the way it looked, sliding back to expose the ultra-sensitive head. She slid it back now and trembled to see the slick, purple knob all swollen and hot.

"I don't think I can wait five more seconds," he said, pushing a finger past her panties, shoving it deep into her pussy. She moaned and let a tit flop out of her blouse for him to suck.

They helped each other upstairs. She tickled him and he half carried her to the bed. Hurriedly they stripped off every stitch and then stood hugging in the middle of the room.

"How'd you keep from getting a beer belly?" she asked, smiling.

"It's there. I'm just sucking it in for you."

"Oh Roger. Roger, I…" His kiss smothered her words. He thrust his stiff cock against her belly as they kissed and felt each other wildly. Then he was moving her to the bed. He parted her full thighs open and scooted between them on his chest.