Anthony Hammond - Hot Mouthed Nymphos

"Anyway, I was on pins and needles the rest of the day, waiting for bedtime to come, and not just because I'd wake up the next morning for the last time at home, trading my farm home for a nifty little apartment in the big, big city where I hoped to make it big, too. No, I was looking forward to seeing the show of my life, right there on the farm, better than any show on Broadway, or Hollywood, or anywhere. Best of all, the stars of the show would be my own ma and pa. And the name of the show was S-U-C-K. Or rather I should say, D-O-U-B-L-E S-UC-K. Sure, it had an X rating, but then don't all good shows?

"So, when my ma and pa's bedtime rolled around, there I was, stashed in their closet behind some clothes in case my dad peeked in and trusting my mom to open the closet door a little before she got too involved in her orgy. A few minutes later, the stars of the show came on stage, so to speak, and the curtain lifted on Scene One.

"Good and faithful trouper that she was, my mother first opened the closet door for me about six inches, then she went straight to my dad and planted a great, big passionate kiss on his mouth. I could see her thrusting her tongue far into his mouth, pushing her pussy area hard against the fly of his overalls. And she wasn't doing this just for my benefit; no, she was actually in heat from the idea of the impending sixty-nine orgy, with me watching.

"And my dad was quick to comprehend and respond, for he shoved his fly right back at her, and I could see him sucking avidly on her tongue, then thrusting his own into her mouth. A few seconds later, they had their clothes off and he was sucking her little peach-size tits, at the same time grabbing and squeezing the nice, firm, dimpled cheeks of her ass, his huge, circumcised cock sticking straight out above his enormous balls. Then they disappeared into the bathroom.

"For about five minutes I could hear water splashing in the bathroom and muffled voices. Although the voices of my mom and dad weren't very distinct held down low to keep them from carrying into their childrens’ rooms I caught a few words. 'What flavor would you like tonight, dear mint or marshmallow?' I heard my mother ask. Sonovabitch! They've even got different flavors, I chuckled softly to myself. Then I heard my dad's beautiful, very gallant answer. 'Fussy flavor,’ he said. 'You know that I can’t get enough of your own sweet flavor, especially when you have an orgasm and shoot your come in my mouth. Oh, mama, how I do love to drink that nice honey-come of yours!’

"My old man… what a hot-suckin' muff diver he turned out to be! And, somehow, I loved him all the more for it. He was making my mom happy, that was the main thing; but he was also making my own pussy juices Sow, thrilling me, too. I was wearing one of those simple country nightgowns with no panties underneath, so it was easy for me to reach under and insert my fingers into my cunt, feeling the hot cream. And I wasn't about to waste that good cream either; by the time mom and daddy returned to the bedroom where I could see them, I had it nicely smeared over my hard, erected clit, making it easy to masturbate.

"C'mon, mama, let's don't fool around with too many preliminaries tonight. We're both too hot. Come over here and squat down on my face so I can jam my tongue way up deep in that big, juicy cunt of yours.' That, of course, was my dad talking as he lay down on his back on the floor, craning his face up and opening his mouth wide like a newborn bird waiting for its mother to drop a worm in.

"Sure, pappa dear… sure… here it is… all the pussy you want. C'mon now, ram your tongue into my cunt hole. Ham it in… deeper, deeper, DEEPER! Ohhhhhh, pappa, that feels so good, sooooooo gooooood!' And that was my mom, squatting down on my dad's starved mouth, feeding him her great, hairy, puffy cunt, trying hard to envelop his head completely in her hole.

"What a sight! What an education! I masturbated faster, jamming a finger into my slippery cunt-hole while I rubbed hard against my clit with my thumb. Then I slipped out of my nightgown and with my other hand played with my tits, milking them, getting them hard and making the nipples blossom out big and red. To make it better, I smeared some of my cunt juice on my nipples and pretended it was the oozing of my milk. Then I tasted it. Nice. A little fishy but sweet and nice, like wild honey. I wanted more, so I gave myself more, bringing many finger loads of it up from my cunt to my mouth, each time sucking the oily substance clean from my fingers, getting intoxicated from it.

"Or maybe it wasn't my own cunt juices that got me intoxicated. Maybe it was the drama taking place there on the floor before my eyes. What a beautiful, exciting scene. As my dad ate hungrily away at my mom's pussy, his cock was sticking straight up. It was huge, bigger than I ever imagined a man's cock could be. It reminded me of pictures I'd seen of the Washington Monument, towering over the whole countryside. Only pa's dick was alive; and throbbing, and spewing bubbles of cock-honey.

"Cock-honey? Now why did I think that? But, of course, I was tasting my own juices as I watched and sort of figured that a man's juices were just as delicious. At least my mom thought they were, because suddenly she gasped, 'No, pappa, I don't want to come just yet!' and then she raised up off of his face. The next instant she was down on all fours beside him, taking his great prick greedily into her mouth. I could plainly see her sucking up all of his spewing juice and trying to draw up more from the depths of his balls. My mom and me, we obviously were two of a kind.

"Yes, I'm sorry, but I must honestly confess that I would have liked to drink up those cock-juices, too but the cock belonged to my own father. My mother had a right to it. I didn't. I'd have to wait until I found a guy in New York, the right kind of guy, with a big, juicy prick, and a taste for a big, juicy cunt like mine.

"In the meantime, the curtain was rising on Scene Two of the present drama, thrilling me with anticipation. I saw my mom, stark naked and beautiful, considering her thirty-eight years, leap up on the bed and spread her legs wide, beckoning. Her cunt was fully exposed, displaying all of the delicate-pink inner meat of the cunt-lips, and the erected knob of her clit, and the gaping, juice-filled hole, all glistening and steaming with the heat of her tremendous passion.

"Of course, it was an invitation that my dad couldn't resist. In a flash, he was sprawled above her, burying his face in her wide-open cunt and lowering his big, throbbing cock into her eager, waiting mouth. Then I heard the furious slurping as they both commenced to suck away at each other's organ. It reminded me of a watermelon-eating contest I had witnessed the summer before. Only this scene between my parents was ten times more impassioned and a thousand times more exciting.

"Obviously, their frenzied licking and sucking had a single goal now: to make each other come. And it was equally obvious that they were perfectly synchronized, knowing exactly what technique to use to give the other the greatest excitement. For example, there was my dad's tongue plunging deeper and deeper, faster and faster, into my mom's cunt hole; while she moved her head up and down with longer and longer strokes, sucking in more and more of his swollen, throbbing dick, milking it for all she was worth with the compression of her lips and inner mouth.

"I could plainly see their orgasms building to the point of a tremendous explosion, and the sight of it gave me the thrill of my life. But finger-fucking myself there in the closet and milking my tits became a fading pleasure, sort of blanked out by the sight and sound of that torrid orgy on the bed. I needed something else something that would give me a greater sense of participation. I needed something to suck! I wanted to come when they came! And then I found what I needed: the long, fat handle of a hairbrush.