Paul Gable - Mom comes again!

Soon Kathy was feeling deliciously dizzy once more thinking about having something so big in her. In another second, she had her arms around him, her legs lightly scissored around him while he fucked down. Kathy was terribly aware of his lop, heavy against hers, and his muscled arms under her, making her ass pitch and roll up against his crotch.

"Ohhhh, ohhhh, it's so good, so good, you're gonna make me – cum!" Kathy moaned.

Kathy was breathless with what her brother's fingers were doing. It felt so wonderfully naughty to have his fingers sliding between her asscheeks, touching her asshole the way his tongue had earlier. There were nerves down there she had never guessed existed. She'd forgotten all about Gary and his dopey cousin Ronette. Now there was only her brother.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, Kathy, when you – uhhhh – get real tight like that down there you make me wanna shoot off now!" he moaned.

He was fucking into her hard, stretching her, scratching all her sex itches and making them burn even more furiously. Her taint tightened more around his cock, her tits shriveling against his upper chest.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck me, Brian! Oh God, I can't-can't hold back?" Kathy exclaimed.

She felt the tip of his cock just inside her cunt mouth, her brother's ass high in the air. He was toying with her, his balls barely scraping against her crotch, rising high in their sac.

Kathy threw her head back, her neck muscles bulging while she worked her plump ass for all she was worth. Sweat rolled down her forehead, burning into her eyes and nostrils as she teetered on the brink of climax.

Brian let out a cry, fucking his cock back in with a grunt and keeping it buried deep in her convulsing pussy. It was all the young blonde teen needed.

Steaming shooting stars exploded again and again as she rolled her glazed eyes up into her head. Rushes of hot, itchy feelings blew her cunt to pieces. She jerked with the raging fury of the passion blowing through her cunt. And then Brian was shouting out something, biting her neck, then bringing his mouth down to her tits and sucking while his prick sent shot after shot of jizz spattering into her cunt.

"Oh yeah, Sis, yeah, Kathy, fuck it out, man, fuck it out!" Brian gasped.

Kathy took in huge lungfuls of air, cumming with a fury that startled her. And after it was over and she was hugging her brother, she still felt her pussy milking Brian's softening cock lightly.

It was going to kayo to stop! She couldn't have Justin fucking her anymore. As much as she wanted it, Betty knew she couldn't have a young lover – not with her daughter living there.

Betty steadied herself against the dining room table, looking at the note she'd written to Justin. It was the day after the party Kathy had attended with her brother. Soon Brian and Justin would be leaving. The note would just make sure that he would understand – no more fucking, no more rolling in the sack.

"Something for me, Mom?" Brian asked. Betty nearly jumped from her skin as she pulled the note toward her, crumpling it in her hand.

"Oh, no, some groceries I have to pick up, nothing more," she said, trying to regain control of her thoughts.

Brian shrugged, walking into the living room and throwing himself down on the couch, crossing his legs. He stretched out one arm and picked up the paper, flipping to the sports section. Betty bit her lip. Kathy wasn't home. Where was Justin? She wanted to give him the note, to let him know that they were through.

"Where's your friend?" Betty asked, feeling her heart beating more quickly just thinking about him.

"Justin? Oh, out somewhere. Said he had some shopping to do at the mall before we left. He's nuts about sweaters and all that," Brian said, turning the page and flipping it noisily.

Betty sighed, folding the note more carefully and putting it under the phone. She would give it to him later.

"You know, there's something I've been wanting to talk to you – about Justin, Mom," Brian said.

Betty froze, blushing to the roots of her hair. Thank goodness Brian wasn't looking her way, she thought.

"What?" she asked.

"Oh, he's been hanging around here all the time. He hasn't been going out. I thought he might like to go to that party. There were plenty of girls around. But he wasn't interested. You know why, Mom?"

Betty bit her lower lip, feeling the hot fire of lust burning up her thighs. She knew why. She knew why Justin wasn't interested in going out with any girl. She could have laughed at her son's words, but she managed to keep quiet.

"I really don't know," she said, turning and walking into the kitchen.

She figured she could keep her mind off everything until dinner. She was bending down to reach for the roast when she felt something behind her. Squealing, Betty nearly dropped the roast to the bottom of the refrigerator.

"Brian! You-you startled me!" she gasped. He backed away, barely giving his mother enough room to pull the meat from the tray and drop it in the sink. Betty saw that there seemed to be something odd about the way her son was eyeing her. As she pulled the plastic wrap from the meat, she saw Brian coming toward her again.

"Maybe you can help me here – with the peas! They take forever…"

"I guess I can help you with a lot more," Brian said.

Betty felt his hands slipping around her waist, his crotch hunching into her ass. She dug her elbows back into her sides, feeling Brian's knees rubbing into the backs of her legs. She opened her mouth, but was too shocked to make a single sound.

Brian was moaning softly, blowing hot air through the hair around her neck while kissing her softly. His fingers were gathering up the yellow print material of her summer cotton dress.

"Brian! This isn't funny!" Betty gasped.

Betty tried to squirm away. But he was holding her too tightly, rubbing back and forth, warming her ass in a way that made her see the danger of what was going on. She tried to move away again. But he was holding her too tightly, rubbing his fingers down now until they were cupped around her firm, high-riding tits.

"Brian! Are you drunk?"

"Want you, Mom! Want you a lot! Wanna fuck you – probably the way you've been fuckin' Justin!" he moaned.

"That's not true?" Betty exclaimed, feeling her blood boil in her veins.

"Well, it doesn't matter! I wanna fuck you, and fuck you right now!"

"You can't! It's not right! Oh God, it's just not right!" Betty cried.

She didn't really want him to stop. He turned her around, his hands dropping to her ass. Betty pulled back, her palms pressed against his broad chest while her feet slid uselessly back and forth on the tiled kitchen floor.

It felt good having her son squeezing her asscheeks. Each time he pulled them apart and milked them, her cunt rippled itchily, her clit stiffening and pushing up from the surrounding moist pussy flesh. He was bunching harder, rubbing his crotch against hers. Betty felt as if someone had slipped a gob of cold cream inside her cunt. It was wet and slippery, and the tingle she had felt earlier had grown into something far more urgent, far more concentrated. Her plump cuntlips were aching to be rubbed, to be licked and touched by her own son.

"Come on, Mom, you know you've been wantin' me to do this, right? I've seen you watchin' me at the table."

He was right. She had thought about fucking a lot. But she hadn't meant for things to go so far!

"No, not true, leave me alone!" Betty moaned.

"We're gonna have ourselves some fun – a party, just like the one I went to last night," Brian said.

She wasn't trying to push him away any longer. Betty tightened her arms around her son's neck, feeling him hunch into her birder. She could feel his hot, hard cock. Every time he hunched it felt as if he was aiming it for the hot, itching spot between her legs. Fucking her own son! The thought made her mind reel! Her voice failed her again, her breathing coming in low pants.