David Crane: A voyeur mom

Her cunt was like a smoldering fuse, ready to ignite her explosive cumming. Her mother sucked her own fingers and wished they were her daughter's stiff cunt. The woman's nimble tongue was steaming, ha mouth drooling, her fevered imagination running amok.

Belinda inserted two stiff fingers into her cunt-slot and swirled them around as she worked on her cunt with her other hand. She was opening her cunt-gash wide. Her mother could look right up inside the girl's fuck-tunnel, where the darker inner lips were streaked with cream.

Belinda shuddered. The waves of bliss were rushing across her slim belly and shooting like electric current up her trembling thighs. Her cunt rippled. The waves came faster and higher, each racing after the one before and starting to merge into one tidal crest.

Her mouth opened, lips moist and slack, as her green eyes narrowed to lustful slits. She moaned. The flow from her pussy was getting hotter and thicker and creamier as her cunt-juice turned to girl cum.

It would be getting tastier and more fragrant, as well, her mother knew if only the glass were not between them, yielding her a perfect view but depriving her of the aroma of pussy perfume and the tantalizing flavor of the sweet goo. Her tongue darted against the mirror.

Belinda jerked her creaming cunt against the looking glass, mopping the surface. Cunt-cum smeared the glass. Jenny pressed her flattened tongue against the opposite side of the glass, slurping hungrily. She was panting and slobbering. In her heated frenzy she almost imagined that she could taste her little-girl's goo through the mirror, as if the surface were leaking and the juice was soaking through.

Her head turned from side to side and her nostrils flared as she inhaled, wanting to detect the scent of a cumming cunt. The mirror was a boon to her eyes but it was proving a hindrance to her tongue.

Belinda's thighs rippled as she slid up and down, wiping her pussy on the glass. She held her cunt-lips open wide as she rubbed het loins up and down. She slowed down, then jerked as another spasm hit her.

Then, finished creaming, she stepped back. Her lovely face was radiant with the pleasure of cumming. Overflowing juice ran down her thighs and the mirror was slathered with a milky film of cunt-spunk.

Belinda sank down onto her knees.

She pushed her face out and, to her mother's delight, began to tongue her own cunt-cum up from the surface of the smeared looking glass.

Mother and daughter were both kneeling in the exact same position on either side of the wall, both lapping away at the glass on each side. They seemed to be a reflection of one another, locked in a fevered French kiss.

But Jenny was licking only the glass.

And her sexy teenaged daughter was lapping up her own pussy-nectar from the other side of the mirror!

Watching her daughter so avidly tasting her own cream, Jenny was going crazy with lust. She thought that her tongue was so hot it might melt the mirror.

Belinda obviously relished the taste of cunt goo, just as her mother did and it was certainly giving the woman plenty of lustful ideas.

Belinda licked the looking glass clean, then got up and moved away. Her mother stayed where she was, hoping the girl might frig off again.

Then she heard her son come home.

"Anybody home?" Tommy called, from downstairs.

Jenny didn't answer, for obvious reasons and neither did Belinda, for reasons of her own. After a minute, Jenny heard Tommy come upstairs. She hated to stop gazing at her nubile, naked little gri but she was eager to get a look at her son, as well.

She knew that Tommy frequently gave himself a hand-job as soon as he got home from school. She had never had a chance to see him pulling his prick, but she had often listened at his bedroom door and heard the bed squeaking and then heard his labored, panting breath and the soft whimpering as he shot his wad off.

Jenny got up on shaky legs and crossed the bedroom, taking her place at the other one-way mirror just as Tommy stepped into his room.

He was a tall, athletic young man, wearing tight jeans. He closed the door behind him and the moment he turned around, Jenny knew she had struck it lucky again.

His fly was packed solid with a hard-on.

He moved toward the bed, then paused, noticing the new fixture for the first time. He walked over and looked into the mirror and into his mother's face, as well, although he had no way of knowing that.

Then he began to grin devilishly at his image in the full-length looking glass. Like his sister and just the way their mother had calculated Tommy evidently liked to watch himself in a mirror as he played with his prick.

He removed his shin. His torso was lean and smooth, his belly hard and flat. Then he unfastened his jeans and tugged them down, stepping from them. Naked, he turned to face the mirror again. His huge cock came swinging around like the boom of a sailing ship aimed right at his mother's face.

Stepped up close to the full-length mirror, he began to hump his hips in a fucking motion, not yet touching his cock. His prick thrust up and down, towering from the solid sacs of his swollen balls.

Jenny whimpered at the sight.

Her son's cock was gigantic and well formed! The knob was a big, mushroom-shaped slab of flushed meat and the underside of his stalk was seamed by a thick, dark ventral vein, pulsing with his racing bloodstream.

Jenny's tongue tingled, her hands itched and her pussy steamed as she gazed at that splendid cock looming up so tantalizingly close to her face so close and yet so far, beyond her reach. The one-way mirrors were proving a voyeur's treat, bul a terrible frustration, too.

His back arched and he flipped his cock out. His meaty cock-knob bounced off the glass as his mother's tongue hit the other side of that surface.

Tommy stopped humping and stood, hands on hips, studying his cock and balls in the mirror. His knob was glowing like a lightbulb and, at the other end of the long, thick shaft, his cumbags were big as apples, inflating more every moment as his cum-load increased.

He cupped his balls in his left hand and wrapped his right hand around his cock-stalk. Aiming his cock-head at the looking glass, he gave his prick a slow stroke.

Jenny had her open mouth right up against the mirror, eager for him to spray it with his fuck-juice.

She was hoping that maybe she would get a chance to lick up his spunk after he had slimed on the looking glass and left his room. She felt pretty sure that Tommy would not be as neat as his sister, who'd licked her own mirror clean.

Tommy frigged up and down on his cock shaft, his grip light, his palm just skimming on the tube. His balls lay heavy in his other upright palm. But despite the huge load he had built up, the youth seemed in no desperate hurry to drain it off. Jenny supposed that her son was a young man who enjoyed his hand-jobs and liked to linger over them.

His handsome face was twisted into a grimace, eyes squinting, lips drawn back from his square white teeth. He was concentrating on the task at hand, rather like a diamond cutter about to strike a valuable stone.

As her fist brushed up and down, he humped, his ass pumping in and out so that he was fucking through his hand. His balls swung out below his cock-stalk when he released them.

He pulled up to his cock-head and, squeezing the shaft, rubbed the edge of his thumb against the sensitive point where his fat knob flared out from his prick.

When he tightened his grip and began to frig himself more vigorously but still restraining himself and keeping to the slow, steady rhythm that would make it last.

As his hand drew up his cock-stalk, his foreskin rolled over the ledge of his cock-head like a fleshy carpet and as he pumped back toward his balls, he skinned that meaty slab out, unsheathed and throbbing.