David Crane - A voyeur mom

She was getting hotter by the moment and starting to become impatient. She wondered what to do while she waited, how to keep herself horny without creaming her hand.

Then the naughty nymphet wondered if her mother might happen to have a dildo or a vibrator. It seemed likely, since she was divorced and didn't have a steady boyfriend for sex.

Belinda decided to search her mother's bedroom and see if she could find, a fuck-tool to amuse herself with. If nothing else, she could always take a pair of her mom's panties out of the dirty clothing hamper and lick the crotchband. The idea turned her on in a kinky way.

It was really wicked to fantasize about licking her mother's pussy, she knew.

It was deliciously depraved.

Little did she know yet that her voluptuous mother had the same naughty ideas.

But she soon would.

Belinda went upstairs and into the master bedroom. She snooped about in the dresser drawers and looked in the closet, but she didn't find any sex toys.

Disappointed, she went to the clothing hamper and rummaged about, finding a pair of tiny bikini panties. There was a film of milky pussy-juice coating the crotchband, to her delight. She sniffed at the redolent aroma of her mom's cunt, then began to lap up the congealed juice.

She sucked and chewed on the crotchband, relishing the lingering flavor and fragrance.

Then, because she really was a horny little minx, Belinda walked over to the looking glass, thinking it would be a kick to watch her tongue lapping up her mom's seepage out of the soiled bikini panties.

Holding the panties up to her mouth, she pushed her tongue out and looked into the mirror and discovered that it wasn't a mirror, at all! She was looking straight through the glass, into her own empty bedroom. What did it mean? Why did her mother have those spying glasses in her room?

Suddenly a terrible thought stuck the girl. She spun around and saw that there was an identical looking glass on the other side of the room. If that, too, was one-way glass, it meant that her mom could also peep into Tommy's room and oh, jeez had their mother been watching the day before, when Belinda and her brother had been sucking and ass-fucking?

Surely, if she'd witnessed their incestuous games, she would have stopped them, Belinda reasoned.

Yet a horrible doubt filled her.

Forgetting all about the damp panties in her hand, she moved across the room and looked through the mirror on the opposite side and got another shock.

Her brother was sprawled out naked on his bed and a curvy, dark-haired woman was going down on his cock!

Belinda felt a twinge of jealousy, but it quickly passed, replaced by looker's lust. Belinda shared a peeper's passion with her mother. She stared intently at Tommy's towering prick as the mysterious stranger jumped her raven-dark head up and down on it, enveloping the smoking-hot cock in the ruby red oval of her mouth.

Then Belinda ran her fevered gaze over the woman's naked, voluptuous body, turning on to the sight every bit as much as to Tommy's cock and balls.

Whoever that lustful lady was, Tommy was just going to have to share her with his sister, she determined, pressing her nose right up to the glass and licking her lips as she admired the stranger's big, stiff-capped tits and her cunt mound the tresses of which were strangely lighter than her ebony hair.

Belinda was tempted to join them at once. But she was thrilled to play the spy and, besides, if she waited until Tommy had emptied his cumbags into that ravenous red mouth, she figured that the dark-haired lady would be more ready to get sucked, in turn.

She knew she hadn't long to wait. Tommy was heaving up urgently from the bed and the woman's sexy mouth was pumping furiously on his prick. Pre-spunk was dribbling from his cock-knob. As her lips drew up his prick, saliva streaked with cock-goo washed down his stalk.

They were nearing the creamy conclusions. Eager to see her brother's cum spurt out, Belinda watched, trembling, excited by observing and getting really desperate for his act to end as it would be time for audience participation. Tommy's mouth opened and she knew he was groaning. He arched deeply, burying his hot cock up into the unidentified woman's slobbering maw.

She panted down his cock-shaft as she nursed on the knob, then her lips fluttered and fluted as she pushed her mouth down to his balls, swallowing his cock to the hilt. Her red lipstick streaked his stalk with greasy smears and his preliminary jizz frothed on her painted lips.

Whoever that woman was, she sure knew bow to suck a prick, Belinda acknowledged, grudgingly.

Belinda's own lips and tongue were working, echoing the actions of the dark-haired bricklayer. But Belinda was not going to deny the woman a load of her brother's fuck-juice as long as she got to munch her cunt, afterwards.

Tommy gasped, hovering just below the heights, his cock vibrating in her mouth. His piss-hole was spilling the pre-spunk out in creamy clouds, drenching her tongue.

Jenny knew he was going to shoot off at any moment and she yearned for that load out of her son's cock and balls and yet she was so greatly savoring, that mouthful of cock-meat that she wanted to prolong the ending a bit longer.

She slowed her class blow-job motion and loosened the collar of her lips as they skimmed on his shaft.

But, on the point of pumping his fuck-juice out, Tommy was desperate to reach the peak.

He reached down and grasped her shoulders, hauling her up and down, urging her to keep to the steady cum-stroking pace.

His hands slid up behind her head and he pulled her face down on his prick.

His hands clenched spasmodically and his fingers entwined in her glossy black hair.

Holding her firmly by her hair, he shoved her mouth down on his cock as he humped up, guiding her rhythm and controlling the tempo.

His balls rolled up against her red lips and he yanked on her dark tresses frantically and as her face fell on his cock, her wig came off in Tommy's hands.

Jenny's flaming red tresses tumbled free as Tommy snatched her black wig off. Her hair fell like tongues of fire over his cock and balls as she gulped on his cock-meat. Jenny didn't realize that her disguise had been penetrated for a moment. She took a few more slugs on her son's cock before she noticed her own hair lashing his loins.

Then she gasped and glanced tap at Tommy's face to see how he was reacting to the sudden revelation that it was his own mother munching his cock-meat.

But Tommy hadn't realized it.

His eyes were closed and his head thrown back as his ass and hips jerked on the cum strokes.

He was whipping the black wig up and down above Jenny's head, not yet realizing that those raven tresses were no longer attached to her.

She pounded her mouth up and down, in rhythm with his hands, maintaining the deception. She calculated that as long as she kept swallowing on his prick she could still keep him from realizing who she was.

But it was a temporary reprieve.

Once the youth had shot his wad off he was going to look down at her, wanting to see his fuck-juice dribbling from her lips and as soon as the youth did that he was certain to see that they were his mother's lips.

She slowed the pace, prolonging the embarrassing moment of discovery. But as soon as her head started to rise and fall at a slower rate than his hands, Tommy groaned, shaking the wig violently, thinking that he was urging her to keep up the tempo that would bring him off. She bobbed faster again. Preliminary goo was gushing down her gullet and Jenny knew that she had only seconds before her son slimed her mouth and sub sequently found out that she was not cousin Wanda, after all.

Then a desperate maneuver occurred to her. Holding his prick buried in her maw, she began to rotate her lush body, slowly revolving around the pivot of his cock-stalk and shifting into the position of inverted love. Wriggling on her knees, her ass jerking, she spun through a half circle and threw one leg across his torso.