David Crane: The hotter mom got

She stroked his cheek, smiling fondly at him. Her other hand moved behind her ass and she fondled his cumbags, making sure they were empty.

Then she pulled her pussy off his prick. The cock-knob lodged in her cunt for a moment, then came out like a cork from a borne.

His prick was rubbery now, but still fat and impressive, looped in a meaty coil from his crotch.

Her vacated cunt-slot stayed wide open, retaking the shape of his prick. Her gaping cunt was spilling a sauce of spunk and cunt-cum down her thighs.

She slid up his belly.

"Mop me up, Chuck!" she moaned. She jerked her pussy into his face, and the cunt-hungry youth slurped up the seepage with relish.

Then the nimble girl twisted around and took his semi-stiff cock into her mouth, sucking all of their combined juices from the rubbery meat.

"Wanna fuck again, Sis?" he rasped. She considered for a moment. She nibbled on his prick while she pondered the possibility of further sibling incest.

But then, with an impish grin, she shook her blonde head and said, "Let's save it." Chuck raised his eyebrows.

"If Mom goes shopping, we can suck and fuck in the big bed," Frostie said.

He grinned – more a grimace.

"Yeah! I can make believe that I'm throwing the cock to Mom!" he grated.

"And I'll pretend I'm fucking Daddy!" the delectable daughter responded.

This, obviously, had a profound effect on their listening mother. It seemed that her children were as hot to fuck with their parents as she was to have sex with them.

Things were going to work out fine. Chuck and Frostie got dressed and went back down through the trap door.

Rachel, sticking the rubber cock back up her cunt, came across the attic and knelt on that door. There was a gooey puddle glistening on the wood where cunt-cum and jizz had dribbled down Chuck's groin when his sister had been riding on his cock.

Rachel lowered her head and licked it up.

It was scrumptious.

And that family-oriented lady could just imagine how much more succulent it would be when she was drinking it straight from her son's cock and tonguing it from her daughter's pussy.

Her mind was made up.

She lapped up all the second-hand slime. Then she gave her cunt a last pounding with the rubber cock, creaming off once more.

Then she put the dildo back in its hiding place.

Rachel had already made her plans for the rest of the day – and those depraved plans did not include a dildo.

Rachel went down from the attic and to the master bedroom. Wanting to make sure that she kept the kids at home and interested, she put on her sexiest negligee. It was slinky and semitransparent and she studied herself in the looking glass.

She was sure that Chuck and Frostie would not want to leave the house when their curvaceous mom was parading around in that provocative garment.

Her fat tits were spilling from the bodice, exposed almost to the nipples, showing lots and lots of deep, smooth cleavage.

The bushy vee of her cunt showed in a shadowy triangle through the sheer material.

Satisfied that she was presenting an eyeful, she set her scheme into motion.

Rachel was horny to suck and fuck with both of her teenaged children, but she reckoned that the best way to get around to family frolic was to put on a performance, to begin with. After all, she had played the peeper on them – she owed them a show.

Her husband had had flowers sent to her on their last wedding anniversary.

The boy who had delivered the flowers had been an attractive kid, and Rachel had been tempted to seduce him at that time. But it hadn't seemed right to fuck someone else on her anniversary.

Today was a different matter.

She phoned the florist and ordered a dozen long-stemmed roses sent ta the house directly.

Long stems seemed appropriate.

Then she went downstairs and sprawled out on the living room couch, assuming a provocative posture. She got the hem of her negligee well up her thighs, turned so that her crotch was facing the archway to the hall.

She heard soft whispering and movement and knew that, as she had hoped, Chuck and Frostie were spying on her.

The kids were obviously keeping a watch so that they would know when and if she went out, so that they could have some naughty fun in her bed.

But she had different things in mind.

Making sure she was holding their interest, she stroked her cunt a bit, casually. She could feel their eyes burning into her. She wondered what they were doing to each other as they peeked on her.

Then the doorbell rang.

She got up slowly, giving Chuck and Frostie time to sneak away from the archway. Then she went down the hall and answered the bell.

It was the same delivery boy.

He was tall and dark, with a flashing grin. His name tag said his name was Mike. His eyes bulged out when he got a look at the voluptuous woman in her sexy negligee.

No wonder someone was sending this lovely lady flowers, the youth thought.

"Mrs. Carrington? I got a delivery…"

"Long-stemmed?" she said, smiling wickedly. "Why don't you come in, Mike? I'll give you a tip."

She led him to the living room. She took the bouquet. Then she waited for a moment to give her kids time to get back to their vantage point by the arch.

She was certain they would peek. After all, their mother was dressed very scantily and she had just invited a robust young man into the house, and Chuck and Frostie, who were obviously fascinated by sex in all versions, must be interested.

In a moment a fleeting shadow told the woman that her audience had, arrived.

Mike was looking bashful, blushing a bit. He was trying not to be too obvious about it, but the boy just couldn't keep his eyes off this luscious lady. He gaped at the heavy mounds of her tits, looming from her low-cut neckline. His gaze shifted down to the vee of her crotch, faintly visible through the sheer fabric of her sexy silk negligee.

"Sit down, Mike," she said, indicating the couch with a nod of her tousled, tawny head.

He sat quickly. His cock had started to bulge out quite noticeably in his trousers and the boy was glad of a chance to hide it by sitting and crossing his legs.

But Rachel, cockeyed lady that she was, had not failed to note his erection as it rose. Everything was going according to plan.

"What lovely flowers," she murmured, gently drawing one from the box. "I always get feeling so… romantic… when someone gives me flowers."

She held the blossoms to her face, sniffing. "Maybe romantic isn't quite the word," she amended. She smiled at the teen. "Horny, perhaps…"

He gulped. His Adam's apple ran up his lean throat like a gong up a pole.

"Yes, horny," she went on. "It's a shame that I'm home all alone today."

She added that to make her kids believe that she thought they had gone out, so that they would feel more comfortable and secure in their spying.

She wanted Chuck and Frostie to enjoy the performance as much as she was enjoying being the performer, playing for the avid audience. Rachel loved to exhibit herself as much as she loved to play the voyeur on others, and when it was her own family involved, it was even better.

"If only there was someone here so that I could be affectionate," she sighed.

She was giving Mike meaningful looks, and he was squirming around on the couch, flustered and embarrassed, yet hopeful.

Was that lovely lady a cockteaser?

Or was he about to be involved in a meaningful sort of situation, delivering more than flowers?

Rachel held the long-stemmed rose out for the young man to sniff. Then she lifted one foot up onto the couch. Her short negligee fell away from the long, smooth arch of her shapely thigh. Looking past the flower that she was holding before his face, Mike found himself staring right at her curly cunt-bush.