David Crane: The hotter mom got

Frostie was gulping the goo down as fast as she could, but Chuck's load was overwhelming her.

Cum spilled from her lips, overflowing her voracious mouth. The thick, creamy stuff slid on down his cockshaft and washed over his balls.

Then her head bobbed down in a blur of golden tresses, and she sucked the stray jizz back from his cock. It mixed with her drool in her mouth and she swallowed it down, only to get another jizz jet spurted in.

Chuck grunted and groaned, his whole athletic body shaking as he drained his load off.

His sister ducked down, swallowing toward his balls, then pulled back up his thick prick, sucking through every inch. Her lips were distending as she drew up his cock, damned near pulling her mouth inside out on his prick as she rose to the crown.

More errant spunk washed down his cock, accompanied by some of her slobber. Her saliva bathed his prick, streaked through with threads of fuck-juice.

Rachel was going nuts.

Seeing her daughter drinking her son's slime was driving the mother mad. Her mouth was working as she swallowed her own drool, imagining it was Chuck's spunk.

The rubber cock was still buried in her cunt and she grasped the hilt and began to whack it in and out, angling it so that the length of the hard cock was running over her clit as it stuffed her.

But it was hardly satisfying.

It was only a substitute cock – and it was her son's living prick she was longing for.

She pulled the cock out of her cunt and shoved the fat knob into her mouth. She sucked greedily, pretending that she was sucking Chuck's sweet, delicious teenaged cock – and that her own cunt-cream, as she tasted it on the dildo, was her daughter's pussy-nectar.

Frostie was still feasting, relishing the randy cock and savoring the succulent slime.

"Glubbbb – gulppppp!" she sputtered.

Chuck humped into her mouth, hosing her. His juice was painting her palate and spraying her cheeks. Her tongue was soaking it up like a sponge.

He began to falter, missing a stroke and losing the beat, his thrusts becoming irregular. "Don't stop, Chuck! More – more!" the gluttonous cum-drinker whined on his cock-knob. "Keep shooting off, baby! Drown me with the fucking staff!"

Then her passionate pleas were choked off as he clogged her throat on another thrust.

At last he was finished.

He stopped humping and stood with his head and shoulders back and his loins heaved out, his limber body bridged into an arch. His prick was still in her mouth.

She kept on sucking and bobbing up and down, milking out the dregs. More jizz dribbled down her chin and dripped onto her heaving tits.

The blow-job was over.

But it was quite obviously only the first act in an ongoing drama.

And their mother was going to stay till the end.

Frostie kept on munching her brother's drained cock for a while. His balls were hanging loose and slack now, all of his cum spent for the moment, but his cock was still fat and firm in her mouth – standing in rampant testament to his teenaged potency.

Then she pulled her lips off his fat cock-knob, and shifting her head around, she used her nimble tongue to gather up the stray spunk from his lower prick and balls.

Rachel, watching this, took the rubber cock out of her lips and emulated her daughter's performance, licking up and down the slimy cockshaft.

Her naughty kids were already into incest, the horny housewife was thinking.

They were already corrupted and depraved.

Why shouldn't she take advantage of it?

She fully intended to, all of her inhibitions melted in the heat of her desire, her maternal instincts overwhelmed by carnal lust.

But she knew it would be better to involve herself in the relationship gradually, working up to rather slowly, than to just announce her presence out of the blue. She didn't want to shock or embarrass the kids.

She knew that the teenagers were so randy today because they had listened when their mother and father were fucking that morning.

If they liked to spy, Rachel was damned well going to give them something to spy on – and plenty of it.

But, for now, she was content to play the peeper herself, as the second act began to unfold.

Frostie licked down into her sibling's groin, worked around his balls and slurped back up his cock. She took the bulging prickhead into her lips again.

His virile cumbags were already starting to balloon with another cum-load.

He frigged in and out of her lips.

It seemed as if his cum-hungry sister were going to milk him off again.

But, as much as she adored a mouthful of cock and a bellyful of jizz, Frostie was ready to get her own rocks off by this time.

Her greedy mouth was sated – sort of – but her pussy was steaming for some attention.

She sucked a bit longer, screwing her mouth down on his prick. Then she drew away. She had polished his cock-knob to a purple luster. It was gleaming atop his elongated prick like a wet gemstone.

"Lie down, Brother!" she whispered, spunk spraying from her lips as she spoke.

Chuck grinned and got down on top of the trap door, still maintaining security – not realizing that barring the door did no good now, because their mother was already in the attic and looking on with glee.

He lay on his back, his cock towering up above his groin like a rocky spire and his cumbags steadily filling up again at the base of his prick.

Frostie stood up and removed her skirt.

She wasn't wearing any panties.

Obviously, she had known what they would be doing and figured it would have been silly to put on a garment that she would be removing again so soon.

Naked, she stepped across her brother and stood over his prone form.

He gazed up into her groin.

Their mother's attention was focused on that foaming fuckhole as well.

Mother and son were both licking their lips.

Frostie's pussy was gaping open in a wide oval. Her coral pink cunt-lips were unfurled like a flower and her cunt-slot was full of juice.

Her clit was standing out in a little taut knot, as if echoing her nipples.

Cunt-juice was pouring into her crotch, turning that groin grotto into a steaming swamp. Ribbons of the gooey stuff unwound down her inner thighs.

She gracefully sank down to her knees, straddling her brother's eager, upthrust head.

Chuck was shooting his tongue out even before he had made contact with his sister's cunt. He was staring at that juicy delicacy like a hungry child looking into the window of a candy shop.

Rachel was having trouble controlling herself.

It had made her plenty excited to sec Frostie suck Chuck off and drink his jizz, but this return engagement was stimulating her in two ways.

She envied her daughter a cuntful of Chuck's tongue – and, equally, she envied her son a snack on that sweet and delectable cunt.

"Feed me, Sis!" Chuck croaked.

His tongue was humming like a vibrator.

"Sit on my face, baby!" he urged.

His hands slid up her slim flanks and he cupped her by the trim cheeks of her ass.

Frostie lowered her loins and rubbed her cunt against his mouth and chin. She brushed her pussy up and down, mopping his whole face.

His nose sank into her cunt-slot and slid across her clit, and the boy whined like a doggy as she inhaled her tantalizing pussy perfume.

His tongue whisked and flailed. He lapped into her cunt-slot and slurped on her clit. He tongued both unfolded pussy-lips at the rim, then stabbed in as deep as his lapper would go, in a tongue-fucking action.

She rode his face, her ass twisting. Her thighs tensed and rippled as she saddled her groin on his head, jerking in spasmodic bliss.

Whatever the boy lacked in technique, he more than made up for by enthusiasm.