Sally Simpson - And mom makes three

Sally knew he was about to pop, and so she took a deep breath, plunged down hard-on his throbbing prick and shoved her cunt and clit against the sole of his foot.

She came so hard, she had to use all of her self-control to keep from biting down on the rigid cock fucked deep into her, throat.

Sweet, slick jizz rolled down her gullet into her belly, enriching the fabulous orgasm that ripped through her body.

When it was over and mother and son lay peacefully in each other's arms, Sally whispered in Billy's ear: "Same time tomorrow, honey. We're gonna have lots more fun."

Sally hummed softly to herself as she put the pie into the oven. Her husband Jack would be coming home from the convention that evening and she wanted to make sure she had an especially nice meal ready for him. He must never suspect that anything out of the ordinary was going on in the Robbins household while he was gone.

The last few days had been heaven for her. She was so excited by the way she and Billy had been fucking, that she hadn't even been tempted to slip into Room 120 and check out the occupants of the adjoining room. Just thinking about the boy caused shivers of lust to race up her spine.

Now, as she turned to get the napkins and silverware for the dinner table. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the kitchen window, and she thought: Oh dear! Don't I look a sight! I'd better go change and fix my hair before Jack gets here.

Hurriedly, she left the kitchen and walked down the hall toward her bedroom. But on the way, she heard Cindy giggling mysteriously in her bedroom. The door to the bedroom was closed, but Sally stopped in front of it to listen for a moment.

"Oooh – Billy! Where did you learn that?" More giggles.

"C'mon, Cindy! It'll make you feel real, real good! I promise!"

"Billy – don't!"

"Don't worry. I'll let you see mine, if you let me see yours!"

Sally was enraged. The boy was corrupting his little sister, and she knew she had to put a stop to it. She turned the handle on the door, and it opened a crack. But the two teens were so involved in what they were doing, they didn't notice her.

Sally was about to barge in on them, angry words on the tip of her tongue, when the sexiness of the situation hit her full force. She stood as if rooted to the floor.

Cindy was shaking her head "no" at her big brother, her golden hair shimmering in sparkling waves down her back. But Billy had a firm hold on the bottom of her T-shirt and was yanking up on it.

"Aw, c'mon, Cindy. What's the big deal? We used to take baths together."

Cindy giggled. "That was a long time ago."

"Wouldn't you like to see my cock?"

"Not really!" Though she giggled again, she eyed the cock bulge in his jeans with interest.

"Aw, hell!" Billy let go of her shirt and stamped his foot with impatience. Then he started to undo the fly of his pants.

"Billy!" Cindy said, coming closer.

But Billy paid her no attention and concentrated on unzipping his pants, pulling them and his shorts over his erect cock and down his thighs.

His cock jutted out from his groin, the cock head aiming up at Cindy's face.

"Wow!" she gasped. She reached out and touched his prick daintily, then jumped back when it lurched and shuddered.

"C'mon – touch it again, Sis. It's okay. It feels real good."

Cindy giggled nervously. But she stepped forward and reached out for her brother's prick. This time, she slid the palm of her hand all the way up the cockshaft.

"Oh, Cindy!" Billy frowned and screwed his eyes up so that his face was the very image of lust.

Growing bolder, Cindy wrapped her fingers around the cylinder of cock meat and ran her fist down to the root and back up to the cock head.

Billy groaned as a drop of clear liquid oozed from the tip of his prick. "C'mon, Cindy. Take off your shirt!"

Cindy smiled shyly. She turned around with her back to her brother and pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it onto her bed. Her tits had only just begun to develop, so she didn't wear a bra.

When she turned around, Billy groaned with excitement, grabbing his prick hard at the base.

Cindy's tits were large pink nipples on small, firm globes of flesh that protruded only slightly from the rest of her chest. But the shape was perfect – like tiny smooth pears.

She was blushing prettily, staring down at her feet so she didn't have to look at her brother.

"Come here, Cindy," Billy rasped.

She hesitated for a moment, but when she walked up to him, he knelt down in front of her and reached up for her little tits. She gasped when he clenched the firm flesh in his hands and squeezed.

By now, Sally was ready to explode with anger and excitement. My God, I have to stop this! she kept telling herself.

But she couldn't budge. She was just too turned on by the two children.

Cindy's nipples had popped to attention, stiffening into hard little pellets, and Billy began rolling them between his fingers.

"Augh, augh, augh…" Cindy grunted, her eyelids closing so that only the whites of her eyes could be seen between the slits. "Stop, Billy, stop!"

But Billy didn't stop. He only squeezed harder, and Cindy responded by undulating her slim hips. Delicate beads of sweat collected on her upper lip, and she unconsciously began to press her thighs together.

Billy was straining for breath. His prick, stiff and purple, was throbbing.

"Let me – let me suck them!" Billy gasped. And, before Cindy could give her permission, he pressed his mouth to her right nipple and began sucking on it while he continued to roll her left nipple between the thumb and index finger of his left hand.

"Oh, Billy! Billy!" Cindy cried.

Billy's face was red and swollen. He could barely breathe while he sucked on his sister's tit, and Sally knew that he was too young and inexperienced to be able to control himself. There was no question that he was going to come at any moment.

Cindy, meanwhile, was so excited, she reached out and clasped her hands behind her brother's neck, pulling him toward her hard, mashing his face against her tit.

A great shock wave seemed to toll along the boy's body. He stiffened for a split-second and then shuddered from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. His head shook from side to side within the tight hot clasp of his sister's hands, and then thick pearly wads of cum shot from his prick, splattering on Cindy's face and hair.

She stood there, wide-eyed, her jaw dropping in shock. Letting go of Billy's head, she reached up to touch the gooey fuck cream sticking to her.

A look of disgust crossed her face, and she backed away from him, grabbing her T-shirt off of the bed and wiping herself with it in hurried, violent motions.

Billy sat on the floor, trying to catch his breath. His prick had shriveled slightly, drops of cum still escaping from the tip.

Cindy sat down on the bed and watched him. Her nipples had become soft again, and Sally gazed at them, entranced by their lovely pale pink color and at the perfect porcelain skin that surrounded them.

Now is the time to go in there and break this scene up, Sally thought. Things have gone much, much too far. She took a deep breath, put her hand on the door and… stayed where she was.

"God, Billy, that was disgusting," Cindy said. "What was that white stuff that came out of your cock?"

"Cum. Don't you know anything? When a guy gets real excited, his cock gets stiff, and then, if he's fooling around with a girl or maybe fooling around with himself, he ends up shooting his wad. It's normal, you know!"

"Well, I think it's disgusting!"

"Aw, come on, Sis. It makes me feel real good."

"I could see that."

"Well, how would you like me to make you feel real good?"