David Crane: A voyeur mom

His cock-head was pulsing in and out.

Jenny was squirming with unbridled desire as she stared through the spy glass, yearning for that hard, hot teenaged cock-meat. Her mind was an incestuous inferno and her imagination was working overtime.

It would be too embarrassing to simply approach him for he was, after all, her son.

The depraved woman was searching for ways to satisfy he taboo passions in some secret fashion, forming schemes for the seduction of her son devious designs that would fulfill her frenzied longing without revealing her identity. She toyed with the idea of a disguise and played with plans of a heated encounter in total darkness.

Jenny knew that incest was naughty.

That only made the promiscuous woman long for her son's prick all the more.

And her daughter had inherited her inclinations.

Like Jenny, Belinda had often listened at Tommy's bedroom door, hearing the sounds of his frenzied frigging and wishing that she could see him pumping away on his prick. She had never dared to approach him in the past. But today the little vixen was feeling really randy. Her finger-fucking had only served to make the girl hornier. She had creamed very nicely, but a hand-job was, after all, only a hand-job.

She was feeling bold and brazen and naughty and most deliciously depraved.

When she heard Tommy call from downstairs, and heard no response from her mother, she figured that the woman must have gone out shopping and that the kids had the house to themselves. She listened carefully and heard her brother come upstairs and go into his bedroom.

Grinning wickedly, Belinda drew a light dressing gown over her nubile body and tiptoed from her room. Passing the master bedroom, she moved clown to Tommy's door and placed her ear to the panels.

She could hear him panting and she thought, too, that she heard the hiss of his hot cock-meat as his fist skimmed up and down on the stalk.

She hesitated, her hand on the doorknob.

Then she turned the knob and very quietly opened the door enough to look into the room.

The sexy little numphette had to stifle a gasp when she saw her brother standing naked before the full-length looking glass, industriously pulling his prick.

She trembled violently. Her nipples shot out like high caliber bullets and her cunt echoed that swelling, tingling in her swampy cunt. Her green eyes were glued on her brother's magnificent cock.

It was quite the largest that the girl had ever seen and despite the fact that it was her brother's cock or maybe because of it she was seething with desire.

She lingered in the doorway, determined to watch his fuck-juice spray out, enjoying the sight every bit as much as her mother from whom she had inherited her voyeuristic instincts, her peeper's passion.

Belinda wanted to look at least…

Holy shit, Jenny thought.

Tommy was unaware that his kid sister was looking in his door but from her vantage point behind the one-way mirror, their mother had seen the girl's excited and radiant face peering around the door frame.

Knowing that she was sharing the pleasure of watching Tommy work with his sibling made Jenny hornier than ever. She began to rub her cunt furiously yet tried to hold back, at the same time, wanting to delay her creaming until the instant when her son sprayed the glass with his spunk so that they would share a simultaneous cumming.

Tommy's eyes were lowered and hooded as he stared at the reflection of his cock and balls in the mirror. But then his gaze flickered up and he saw his sister's face appeared behind him in the glass.

He blushed and his head snapped around. "Jeez, Sis what in hell are you doing?" he gasped.

Finding herself discovered, Belinda blushed, too.

She started to back away. But then she paused. Why should she be ashamed when it was her brother who was playing with his prick? Instead of retreating, the naughty girl stepped into the room and closed the door behind her…

All squirming inside her dressing gown, Belinda walked boldly up to her naked brother.

Tommy looked dismayed and distraught. But Belinda was smiling provocatively. "Exercising your muscle, Tommy?" she asked, feigning a sort of demure innocence. But there was nothing innocent about the look in her smoldering eyes.

Tommy didn't now what to say or where to turn. He spun away from the girl but she could still see his cock in the looking glass. His cock was still hard as a stone, despite the youth's discomfort at being caught.

It was far too big to hide it behind his hands. "You shouldn't just walk in the a guy's room, Sis," he mumbled in feeble protest.

"I wanna watch," she replied.

Tommy gulped, shocked. But then he began to grin. Tommy had often thought about his nubile kid sister when he was beating his meat and if the girl was naughty enough to want to watch him, why should he object?

Jacking off would be a whole lot more exciting with his sister looking on, he figured.

He turned back toward her and they exchanged a heated glance, like conspirators plotting a crime. Then she dropped her gaze onto his groin again. Tommy moaned. His cock-meat rippled as if her eyes were caressing him.

"Sure, Sis you can watch me," he croaked. "But you gotta show me your tits while I do it."

Belinda giggled and opened her dressing gown, revealing her tits and her cunt-bush, to boot. She arched her back, thrusting her tits out toward him. Her slender, shapely hips moved sensually.

"You can shoot on my tits, if you wanna," she rasped, her voice husky with desire.

"Yeah!" Tommy enthused. His prick was pounding at the prospect.

Kneeling behind the mirror, their mother was staring at the naughty siblings in fascination, looking at them as they looked at each other.

But there was no glass between them. Jenny knew that she should nip their incestuous game in the bud, stopping it before things got out of hand.

Belinda sank down onto her knees, bringing her tits level with her brother's loins.

Tommy shifted closer to her, trembling violently. His cock was angled up like a howitzer, ready to discharge a creamy volley into her face and onto her tits.

He began to push-pull on his stalk again, groaning. His cock was so taut by this time that it was humming like a tuning fork in his fist.

Belinda's face tilted, following the movement of his cock-meat like a cobra swaying to a snake charmer's flute. Her green eyes were glowing, her lips moist and parted, the pink tip of her tongue showing.

She could feel the heat of his cock waft into her face and her cute little nose flared as she breathed in, inhaling the musky aroma of his seething cock-meat.

"Hold my balls, Sis," he rasped.

Belinda complied without hesitation, whatever inhibitions she might have had melted away in the raging inferno of her proscribed passion.

She reached out and cupped her brother's heavy cumbags, lifting them in her palm as if she were weighing their load on scales.

"Ooooh you're so full of spunk!" she moaned.

She squeezed the cumbags gently, feeling his creamy load sloshing around within.

Tommy tilted his wrist, holding his cock by the hilt and levering it down. It was too stiff to bend and his ass hiked up on the far end of his hard-on.

He tapped his cock-head against his sister's nipples, shifting from one to the other. She thrust her tits up, inviting the contact, and her glowing face tipped down as she stared at his prick.

His piss-hole was starting to bubble. Pre-cum seeped out and ran sluggishly down the slope of his cock-head, onto his throbbing shaft. Her eyes crossed as she gazed in at his slimy knob and her tongue glided slowly back and forth across her parted lips.

Belinda was panting over her brother's prick, her breath wafting over the bulging, dribbling knob as he rubbed it against her tits and nipples.