J Bradley - Mom going down

Her fingertips still teased and taunted, moving and caressing all about Monica's puffed cunt mouth.

"Are you ready, darling?" she asked softly. "I'm going to touch your pussy now. I'm going to slide the tip of my finger right up into that silken, wet groove. I'm going to twirl the tip of your hot, straining clit. The magic is still in the tips of my fingers, Monica. I'm going to make you come hard with them, just the way you used to do."

"Ohhhh…" Monica groaned, unable to do anything but lie there and watch her sister watch her.

If she had felt vulnerable and shameless the first time, many years ago, when Vicky had done the same thing to her and had said the same things to make her unbearably hot, it was nothing to what she felt right now. There might have been some excuse for what they'd done as children. Virgins, experimenting, learning the sensations and discovering the exciting mysteries of sex.

But there wasn't any excuse like that now. She didn't even have the excuse of being horny. It was just Vicky – just the relationship between them that was still there and now seemed likely to always be there.

"Here they go, Monica," Vicky whispered, her voice hot and filled with urgent undertones.

Monica gasped. A loud wailing moan escaped her lips. She hissed breath and snorted through her nose. Her whole body jumped and burst into flame.

The tip of Vicky's finger circled around Monica's clit and drew closer and closer. When it touched the throbbing, straining nub of sizzling flesh, Monica's cuntlips flapped and spasmed wildly, and slippery, hot juice poured from her muscular hole.

"Oh, darling – you still like it! Oh wonderful, Monica!"

"Ahhhh!" Monica cried. "You're going to make me come! Vicky, don't! Stop! We're girls! Don't make me come!"

"I'm not a girl, darling," Vicky whispered. "I'm Bruce. I'm your son. And here comes my big fat prick up your wet pussy!"

Vicky slid her fingers down the satiny, oiled slit between her sister's pussylips. She fucked all four of them into the hot, flapping, sucking cunt hole, pushing them deep.

Monica's hips shot upward. Her pussy tipped and opened wide. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and the image of Bruce's big cock filled her mind.

"Yaaaagh!" she bellowed.

Her pussy sucked and spasmed wildly around the fucking bunch of fingers. Her muscular cunt mouth squeezed and shuddered around them as if they were the fattest prick she'd ever had up her dainty little pussy.

Bruce's prick!

"Fuck me, darling – fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck Mom hard, Bruce!"

Vicky gasped as she watched her sister's body shudder and pulse and thrash. She wriggled her fingers inside the squeezing, oiled silk of Monica's cunt hole.

Her other hand shook and jiggled over her own pussy, and she gasped again and yanked her hand free just in time. She quivered on the brink of coming with Monica and used all her will to keep from having the waves of orgasm pulse through her hot body and ripple over her bald, shining twat.

"Vicky! Vicky!" Monica cried, her eyes shocking open. "Oh, God – did you hear what I said? God! I didn't mean it! You made me say it! Oh, damn you, you always made me say crazy things like that!"

"It wasn't crazy, Monica," Vicky said quickly, wriggling her fingers in her cunt again. "It's what you want. I know it. God, I saw it within an hour after I came here. You know you've never been able to hide anything from me, Monica."

"No-no, it's terrible! It's wrong! I don't want my son to fuck me! Vicky, I don't!"

Vicky looked at her sister. She smiled, sweetly and heatedly at the same time, in the way only she could do it.

"Then there's something wrong with you, Monica, because I'd sure want it if he were my son and my husband was to be gone for a whole month at a time."

Monica looked at her sister. Her mind fought with the idea. There was something just not right about wanting your son to fuck you. But Vicky, somehow, as always, made the wildest things sound right.

"Y-You would?"

"Ohhh, you bet," she moaned softly. "Look at my cunt right now. Look how wet and quivery it is, honey, and that's just from thinking about Bruce's big prick."

She stopped leaning over Monica and went onto her back again, spreading her legs wide, lifting her knees, moving her hand from her bald twat so that Monica could get a good look at it.

"You know what's the first thing I'd do, honey?"

"What?" Monica whispered, lifting up so she could gaze down on the shining, slippery-looking, hairless cunt.

"I'd shave my pussy, just like this. Doesn't it look exciting without all that hair covering it up? Doesn't it look all puffy and tender and so open?"

"Yes!" Monica gasped.

"Doesn't it look like something you'd want to put your face against and wallow in? Honey, look at the puffy lips. Think how soft they'd feel against your ups, against your nose and cheeks."

"Y-Yes," Monica gasped. Her heart pounded. She was going to do something wild and shameless again. She just knew she was.

"Then do it, Monica," Vicky said softly yet clearly.

Monica's breath sucked in. Her eyes flicked to her sister's. That was a mistake. That indefinable something was oozing from Vicky's gaze, filling her with terrible, heart-pounding heat.

"Vicky…"

"Pretend you're Bruce, honey. Make believe this is your sweet, bald cunt down here. It is, you know. It's just exactly like yours, in every way. We're identical, Monica. My cunt is your cunt. Come, darling – come closer and put your lips against the puffy, sweet petals."

"Vicky, I-I've never…"

"Is that the truth, Monica?"

"Yes! Have you?"

They looked at each other. It was another strange moment of absolute truth.

"Some," Vicky said. "Enough to know how. Do you want me to suck your pussy for you? Oh, that's a wonderful idea, Monica. You be Bruce, and I'll be you. You'll see how much he'll want to suck your shaved cunt when you suck mine, and I'll show you what it will feel like when he does it!"

"Ohhhh, Vicky! Vicky!" Monica gasped.

She trembled all over. She felt as if she didn't have any control over her emotions any more. The imagery Vicky made swell in her mind was unbearably shameful. Yet, she couldn't deny the intense excitement of it.

"Come, darling," Vicky said, reaching up gently, cupping the back of her sister's head. She drew Monica down.

She lifted her hips and settled round asscheeks on the bed. She opened her thighs more. She shifted her hips again and made her red, wet cunt mouth suck open.

Monica stared down at the silky opening. She ran her eyes up and down the pink, wet gap. She saw the thrusting, pulsing stretch of her sister's clit.

She imagined she was Bruce. She imagined what he would be feeling right now as he gazed into the oiled recesses of his mother's bald, shining cunt.

His cock had become hard just looking at her exposed tit. What would happen to his big, virginal prick when he looked at her shaved pussy like this? Her heart pounded. His would pound. His big prick would pound. It would become huge. It would pulse and throb. It would get bigger than Gil's. He'd want to fuck her and fuck her with it, and she.

"Oh-h-h, God!" she moaned quaveringly.

Her head seemed to swoop downward. Vicky didn't have to pull any more. Her hand left the back of Monica's head. She moved her hands to her crotch and used the tips of her fingers to pull the puffy, wet cuntlips aside.

Monica cried out and thrust her face into the watering maw of her sister's cunt.

She was Bruce. It was Bruce's face there. His lips on her wet cunt mouth. His tongue licking up and down the slippery gap, thrusting and fucking into the satiny, quivering hole.

He was doing it to her cunt, and he was loving it!