Heather Brown - Mom_s boy hunger

However, my voyeur's task was made a lot easier by the fact that the bedroom door hadn't latched. There was already about an inch of space from the jamb, and it would be no trouble to make the vista to the bed even larger.

I got down on my knees to watch them. Don't ask me to explain why-there was just something about the position that seemed terribly erotic. Maybe being on her knees is just a conditioned reflex for a woman when it comes to sex.

Sally had reclined, as she had promised her brother, and was spreading her legs in his face. Her pussy was broadcasting right at him with about 100,000 hot watts.

"Fingerfuck me," she said. "It gets my cunt nice and juicy for the grand finale. Besides, something tells me it's about time my little brother found out which end is up when it comes to twats. You may have fucked Mother, but Warren Beatty I think you ain't quite yet, kiddo."

As though for my benefit she swung her gaping crotch a few degrees to the left so I had a perfect view. A perfect view of her brother's trembling fingers poking into the maw of her perfect pussy.

"Don't tease me," she laughed. "Really stick them in there."

"All of them?"

"Preferably in a fist, Boy Scout."

Don couldn't believe he was being asked to do this, but his sister was boss. All of a sudden he had a fist at the end of his arm and was ramming it forward.

Sally's pussy lips popped aside just as her brother's knuckles struck for the essence of her femininity. Apparently having complete control over the muscles of her fuck-hole, she made her slit into a cavern. Don's fist slid right inside her without an obstacle.

"Deeper! Deeper!" she strongly urged him. "It's like the head of a giant cock in there!"

Don's motions were uncertain at first, because, after all, he was nervous-this was his first try at fist fucking. Even in his adolescent fantasies he'd probably never even thought about this particular nugget of depravity.

However, Sally seemed to enjoy the unschooled nature of his movements. The jerky thrusts seemed to give a raw edge to the fist fucking that she dug. Otherwise, why would she have been squealing about how hard she was coming?

This unbelievably erotic spectacle had me gasping. It was all I could do to keep the threshold of my panting down to a level where the kids wouldn't notice my presence.

Then I was interrupted by a splashing sound. Looking down between my legs, I saw that my Pussy juice was splattering to the floor.

There was a thickly spreading pool of female cream between my knees.

I was wearing just a robe, so it was easy for me to find my cunt. It was blazing. My clit was reaching out to be pressed like the button on a fire-alarm.

I gouged it. The sirens immediately went off in my head. A five-alarmer!

Back on the bed, Don had finally made his sister come all she was going to with his fist as the male instrument of sex. It was time for them to move on.

"Now it's time for your lunch, little brother. Excuse me, it's morning-time for your breakfast, brother dear."

Don's hand was out of her cunt and she was wiggling the hairy, dripping gash in his face by flexing her pelvis a foot off the bed. I couldn't see my son's face, but I knew he was drooling.

Suddenly he buried his head in the crux of his sister's open loins. The smacking of the lids of his mouth against the lips of her pussy could immediately be heard. "Tongue me, Don, tongue me!" Sally fervently requested. "Fuck my cunt with your long, raspy tongue."

There was a wet slap and Don's tongue was lapping against his sister's cunt like a noodle. Then, like a snake disappearing into its hole, it crawled inside.

He was orally probing her and sucking up that sweet, sweet juice at the same time. I wished I were there in his place.

However, I had to make do with my own body.

The most efficient thing was to just begin masturbating. Sticking my fingers up in my cunt and jerking a few orgasms loose to relieve some of the tension.

It worked. I began to come so intensely that I had to close my eyes and grit my teeth to keep from crying out.

When my sight was restored, the position of the kids on the bed had changed. Don had his face back to himself and was now stroking his cock in preparation for the final plunge.

"Wait, before you stick me," Sally held up a restraining hand.

"Let me make my cunt nice and high for you. That way it'll make it stem as though you're even deeper inside me."

She took the pillows and stuffed them under her ass. All of a sudden the top of her pussy was like a hairy ridge. Her twat loomed over all.

"Now fuck me," she beckoned Don toward her. "Fuck me as hard as you can, little brother."

His dick rocketed toward her snatch. Quickly it was foraging up the meaty wound of her cunt, surging in its hungry search. He was in her to the hilt. His balls were slapping against the bottom of her vulva.

"Mmmmmmmm, you may be. a kid," Sally complimented her little brother, "but somebody really taught you how to fuck. I guess you've got to hand it to that old Mom."

God, that made me feel good. When a mother gets a heartfelt tribute like that from her teenage daughter, she knows she's doing something right. They were really fucking now, rocking back and forth on the bed from their series of reciprocal pelvic thrusts. It was simply beautiful.

In and out of his sister's cunt Don's hard, young prick went.

He was showing Sally everything I had taught him about the art of love.

And she was responding in kind. Wrapping her legs around him… nibbling his earlobe and soul-kissing him… squeezing his balls and then gouging a finger in his asshole. Oh, you better believe it, I'd been there!

She pushed his face down to her tits. He began biting the nipples, making her squeal with thoroughly enjoyed pain. What a couple they made.

It was excruciating to watch them. No normal person could have avoided envy. God, how I wanted to be there with them.

But I was afraid of being exposed as a meddler. If I betrayed my presence, the kids would know I'd put them up to this by exploiting theft sibling rivalry.

So I just kept plugging away with my fingers in my cunt. And now that I had my other hand at my tits, I twisted my turgid nipples around as though I were trying to tear them from the mounds on my chest.

At the bed, the abused springs were screeching out a metallic symphony. In perfect physical condition, Sally and Don were tireless in their lovemaking.

Apparently they liked fucking so much that they seemed to be delaying the final moment of truth. Perhaps the delay pleased them, but it was driving me crazy with frustration.

Pretty soon the status quo was no longer enough to contain me. My self-abuse did not satisfy my unquenchable need for orgasm any longer. The lust of my runaway senses seemed to be inalterably drawing me toward my fucking daughter and son.

I couldn't help myself. I began crawling toward them. They would soon know I had been watching them the whole time.

"Oh, come in her," I uncontrollably moaned. "Come in your sister's cunt, Don!"

They both turned to look at me, however in a surprisingly casual fashion. There was no alarm at all. It seemed as though they'd been expecting me.

"Well, well," Sally drawled, "look who's here. What took you so long, Mother?"

I was rocked back on my knees. Her words had stung like a right to the jaw.

I felt like such a fool. Had my motives really been so obvious?

My trickery so transparent?

"H-how did you know?" I laid myself open to be humiliated.

"Who else would have gone to all the trouble of switching our underwear and hiding our clothes? Besides.."

"Yes?"

"I saw you playing with yourself by the door while Don was fist fucking me. Have we given you a good show, you dirty old woman?"