Kevin Sellers - Eager horny cousin

But on the other hand, she might be jumping to conclusions. Just because those ominous groans sounded shocking enough in themselves, that didn't have to mean anything wicked was really going on, did it? After all… oh God, not her own children!

Hoping against hope that her imagination was wrong, Linda carefully eased the door open and peeked in. Her breath hissed out in choked horror. Moonlight filled the room, cascading across Pam's big double bed. They were all three nude, the two girls on their sides with Mark between them on his back, his hands moving rhythmically between their spread-open legs and mouth groping at the firm big tits that thrust at him from both sides, pushing forward for attention.

She took it all in at a glance, as the girls both wiggled.

"Faster… do it faster! Yehhss…"

"Ooooh! Oooh yes, yes ahhhh…"

Just as carefully Linda shut the door, drawing in a breath.

It was true. It was really happening. Her Mark, and innocent little Pam… oh God, no!

Unable to merely stand by another second, she reached up and knocked with a trembling fist.

"Mark? Mark, would you come out now and let the girls rest? You can all visit tomorrow, but right now they need their sleep. Mark?"

At her first rap on the door all activity froze. Her voice came out surprisingly smooth and unconcerned, as if she were simply interrupting a late-night chat instead of the terrible thing she'd seen.

For a long moment she thought Mark wasn't going to answer, not daring to admit he was in with the girls.

Then, after a long silent pause, his voice came back hoarsely. "Uh, okay Mom. Just… just a minute."

Linda stood there, seething over what she'd seen, as the door cracked open and he slipped out.

Mark hadn't taken any pajamas with him, and was totally nude. A hand covered his crotch, trying desperately to hide the full throbbing shaft of his bare cock.

"We… uh, we were just talking about some stuff, you know, like…"

"Yes." Her voice cut him off, throaty with emotion. "Yes, I know just what you were doing. Come with me, young man."

Frankly, Linda had no idea how to handle this situation. She'd come upon it so suddenly and unexpectedly that her thoughts were awhirl. Stalling for time, she led the way to her son's room, not looking back.

Mark followed sheepishly, swallowing hard.

It wasn't until they were in his bedroom, with the light flicked on and the door safely shut behind them, that she turned on him full force.

"Mark Harmon, I'm ashamed of you! What's the idea of sneaking into your sister's room at this time of night without a stitch on, doing God knows what? Just what do you think you're up to, may I ask?"

"Uhh, well…"

Mark's jaw worked, his cheeks growing rosy. There was no hiding his stiffened prick, or the fact that his mom obviously knew what he'd been up to. His excuse came out lame and unconvincing.

"We were just… I mean, it's not like we were really doing something or anything like that! It's just that – Susie was showing us some things…"

"Susan?" His mother pounced on that. "You mean Susan is to blame for what you were doing? She's the one I should be having this talk with? Are you certain, Mark?"

Mark's eyes dropped. For the first time he noticed that his mom was nude as well, her enormous tits jiggling before him and thick red cunt fleece glinting in the light of the bedroom as if her pussy were on fire.

It was the first time he could ever remember seeing her without clothes, and a sudden burst of unexpected awareness made his prick strum out all the harder, bobbing and jerking under his hand with a life of its own.

Suddenly Linda was aware of her son's hard-on too. She saw his furtive glance across her body, and a ripple of something other than anger shot through her.

God, she was getting horny!

Taken aback by that abrupt realization, she hurried on quickly. "Answer me, young man! Was this all Susan's fault – or were you to blame too?"

"Well, it… it was kind of everybody…"

His tone wasn't convincing, and instinctively Linda knew that the real blame lay on Susan. That, plus the growing tingle deep in her cunt, made her tone soften.

"All right then, I believe you. But Mark, I don't ever want you to do that again, no matter who's to blame. Do you understand me?"

Unable to tear his eyes from his mother's voluptuous body, he nodded. "Yeah. I promise, Mom. I won't. It's just that… well, sometimes I can't seem to help myself! I get all tensed up and funny feeling, like – like right now! I just can't help it!"

To prove his point he let the hand over his cock drop.

It sprang up to full attention, thick and rigid and straining out with a hugeness that took Linda's breath away. Her son's prick was more enormous than she ever would have imagined, thrusting out at her like a fence post wagging in a breeze. Her pussy melted with little sparks of pleasure, and she went on in a softened husky tone.

"I know, darling. I know what you mean. It… it's this, isn't it?"

Without warning she swooped out a hand and caught his hard prick, capturing it in a firm, deft grasp.

Mark's eyes bulged. His meaty young prick pulsed in her palm, and without even thinking she gave it a squeeze.

"It's natural for a boy your age to get excited. And when he does, this is what happens."

Her fingers curled around her son's big swollen cock, squeezing again to feel it thrum with veined throbbing life. Her pussy oozed with warm itching delight, and she couldn't seem to make herself release it. Instead she held on tighter, concentrating furiously on the motherly lecture she was trying to voice.

"I know it makes a healthy young man do things he wouldn't normally do, but darling… not with your own sister! Or your cousin either, for that matter! This is for, for when you're married, when you've found some nice girl who… who…"

Linda's voice drifted off as she began to squeeze that sweet massive prick rhythmically, unable to control herself.

Mark was twitching, his eyes glazed and hips rolling in small appreciative jerks. He opened his mouth, and barely managed to keep from groaning. "Yeah but… but what am I supposed to do in the meantime, Mom? I might not get married for years! You mean it's gotta just stay like this all the time? Oh jeez…"

He gasped, not so much at the thought of having a hard-on for years to come as at the steady squeezing of his mother's hand, combined with the lush feminine body that hovered before him.

Her pussy was churning up a froth. She didn't seem to have any self-control left at all, with that thickened cock fluttering against her palm. When she spoke the words seemed to tumble out all by themselves, as if she were merely the audience.

"No darling, it doesn't have to stay like that all the time. There are things you can do to help, and… and I'll show you one of them right now, since that's what you need. Like this…"

Her fist began to pump, riding back and forth over her son's big hard prick with long, loving strokes.

"Mom…"

Mark's face wrenched with pleasure, and without realizing it he arched in her hand, pushing his cock into that tight tugging vise in a natural bunching motion. His hands slipped up to cling at her waist for support, and that innocent touch against her bare skin sent a blaze of fire soaring through Linda's cunt with unbelievable fury.

In fact, the whole situation was pretty unbelievable. Here she stood, absolutely nude in front of her son and showing him how to beat off – as if any boy his age needed lessons on that!

But the juicy seething in her cunt had grown to a hungry ache, making her fist pump faster. She was breathing hard, gazing raptly down at the smooth knobbed cockhead that jutted from her fingers, its little piss slit glistening with a tantalizing glob of cum.