Don Scott: Mom gives her all

With all her might, she turned her face away from his thrashing body. His jerking, iron hard cock stretched her lips, then popped out of her hot lips. The jism that filled her mouth spewed from the corners of her lips. Sticky cum rolled from the corners of her lips, spilling down her chin. It dangled momentarily from her chin, then dripped off, landing on the inner slope of her tit.

"Bitch!" Miles hissed, pumping on his cock.

He had his pricktip touching Cathy's cheek. With wide, wild eyes, he watched jism gush from his cockhead and run down her face.

"Noooooo!" Cathy moaned, bending farther back as cum trickled down her ripe body.

She looked up at Miles, hoping that he would stop humiliating her. Instead, she watched a long, sticky jet of jism spew hotly out of his throbbing cockhead. A slick river of cum shot out, splattering across both lenses of Cathy's glasses.

"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!" Cathy muttered as the young man continued to give her a cum-shower.

Miles squeezed his fuck shaft from the base to the head, and he shook a last milky drop of jism onto Cathy. The cum hit her neck and stuck there. Looking down, he saw that her cheeks and glasses were covered with his fuckcream. A white river of cum ran from the corner of her lips, trailing down her smooth neck and dribbled through the valley of her tits. Jism pooled in Cathy's dimpled navel, then matted in her purple garter belt.

"You're a son of a bitch," Cathy whispered just as Miles shoved his cock into her mouth. The salty flavor of his cum pleased Cathy immensely. She twirled her tongue around his cockhead and fuckshaft, licking off whatever blobs of cream remained there. When he was finally satisfied that Cathy had licked his prick clean, Miles pulled it out of her mouth and hitched his pants up.

Without saying a word, Miles left the office.

Cathy remained on her knees for a long time, trying to figure out exactly what had just happened. Cum rolled down her gorgeous body. Slowly, she rose unsteadily to her feet, and she walked to Tom's private bathroom. Cathy was careful to keep her white blouse away from the jism on her tits and stomach.

She took off her glasses. The lenses were covered with cum and nearly impossible to see through.

Cathy pulled a handful of tissues out of a dispenser, and she began dabbing at the cum on her quivering body. She couldn't explain why she had a sly grin on her face, and she didn't try.

In ways that she did not realize, Cathy had changed. Her grin broadened to a full, dazzling smile when she thought about what a surprise Tom had in store. He had only asked for a blowiob once, and that was a long time ago, but she was certain he would ask again.

When he did, she was going to blow his mind as well as his cock.

Miles was lounging by the pool at his father's house. He still lived in the family home. His sister, Jayne, was sitting beside him as they sipped cool drinks.

"I just can't believe the old man actually married her," Miles said softly. "Hell, there are countless women who'd love to fuck him."

"I think it's crazy, too," Jayne said. She was younger than Miles but just as spoiled. "They'll be coming home from the honeymoon tomorrow."

Miles hadn't told his sister about making their new stepmother suck his cock. He thought about it often, though, remembering exactly how great it felt to have her warm, wet mouth sliding back and forth along his rigid prick. How her big, creamy tits rolled on her chest, her nipples hard and pink. How he had shoved his cockhead against her cheek and watched the jism splattering against her face.

The thought made Miles big cock start to grow in his tight swimming trunks, and he shifted uncomfortably on the lawn chair.

"We should do something to save Dad," Jayne said, her dark eyes twinkling with mischief. "Something to break up the marriage so he can resume his normal life of fucking any woman he can get his hands on."

Lacing her fingers together behind her head, Jayne leaned back in her chair, enjoying the warm afternoon sun on her body. Physically, she was quite the opposite of Cathy. Like the rest of her family, Jayne was quite tall. Whereas her stepmother had large, milky tits that billowed out from her body, Jayne had small, tight domes. Her tits were like two halves of an apple, jutting out from her chest, with dark brown nipples that covered more than half of the tit-flesh.

Jayne Sanders had a special kind of beauty.

It wasn't clean and wholesome, like Cathy's. Jayne looked like a New York model. She had, in fact, done some modeling for a local fashion-designer. Her honey blonde hair fell down past her shoulders in loose, rolling waves. And though her hair never seemed to be combed, it was always perfect. Her long, slender legs seemed to be made for wrapping around a man's neck while he ate her pussy.

"So what do you figure we should do?" Miles asked, looking at his sister out of the corner of his eyes. His cock was getting harder by the second and he wished it wouldn't.

"I don't know, really," Jayne mused. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, lost in thought. "Somehow we've got to convince him that marriage isn't right for him. Convince him that he'd be more happy getting pussy all over the place, rather than just with his wife."

Smiling at the sun, Jayne contemplated different ways of breaking up her father's marriage. It wasn't that, she disliked her father – she loved him very much, she simply didn't want him to be married.

Shifting his weight, Miles looked more closely at his sister's profile. Her red lipstick matched her red fingernail polish. Jayne had once told him the color was "cocksucker red", and he immediately got a hard-on. Now those full, pouting lips were glistening, seemingly waiting for his prick to slide between them.

"We've got to convince him that there are more fish in the ocean than just Cathy," Miles said softly as his prick continued to grow in his trunks. "That he'd be happier getting fucked by a lot of women."

"How are we going to do that?" Jayne shifted lazily on the lawn chair, crossing her legs at the ankle. Her dress rode up her thighs a little, exposing much of her lightly tanned flesh. "If I know anything about newlyweds, they won't be leaving the house for a month, just because they'll be so damn fascinated with each other's company."

Miles swallowed the lump in his throat. The next line was the clincher in his plan.

"If they're not going to leave the house for a month, that leaves just you, doesn't it? You'll be the only other female around to seduce him the way I see it."

Jayne sat up in the chair and spun to face Miles. The move hiked her dress even higher on her naked thighs.

"You know, you're absolutely right!" Jayne's eyes twinkled with devilish delight as she thought about getting fucked by her own father. "You've got an idea there, brother of mine."

Looking at her handsome brother, Jayne concluded that he was gifted with an extraordinary body. She had never been a prude with him, but had never done anything sexual with him either. True, Jayne did have the photos of herself hidden in her bedroom. The photos showed Jayne sucking cock and getting fucked. Miles had taken the shots secretly, though Jayne had asked him to do it. Sometimes they would masturbate while looking at the pictures.

"You're going to have to fuck him," Miles said, looking at his sister with raw hunger in his eyes. "That's all there is to it."

"I've never done anything incestuous before," Jayne whispered, her blood-red lips slightly parting as her breathing quickened. "Of all the crazy things you and I have done together, we've never fucked. I wonder why not?"

"Let's remedy that right now." Miles stood, his mountainous chest thrusting out proudly as he looked down at his sophisticated little sister. "You might as well get some practice in before you try to seduce Dad. He'll be a tough nut to crack."