Wilma Crane - Family bride

Valerie began to suck voraciously on his glans, hoping he would duplicate the action on her clitoris. She could feel herself at the verge of an orgasm and she twisted her soft, hot tongue over his glans wildly to get him to echo the action on her cunt.

Instead, Rich languidly slid the hot shaft back and forth over her labia, licking up the residue of the wine with an agonizing slowness. Every now and then the tip of his tongue lingered teasingly on the vibrating tip of her tiny sexual center, and when this happened Valerie sucked harder on his cock, her hand wound around the shaft below her lips squeezing cruelly in time with her suction. Again and again she felt herself teetering on the edge of a climax. But each time Rich's tongue retreated she gasped in frustration, her lips rippling around his cock.

Then, when she least expected it, Rich made a lingering swipe at her clitoris. The tiny knot of nerves seemed to spring to attention and as Rich pulled back to nibble at the succulent red flesh of her labial wave after undulating warm wave of delight washed over her.

It was not a violent orgasm, but in many ways it was the most pleasant of the many she had experienced that day, for, in this case, it had not been forced upon her.

Valerie made a curious little mew of pleasure and satisfaction as she rolled away from him. She cupped both her breasts in her palms and rocked slowly back and forth on the carpet, with only one of her hips touching his knee.

Rich stood up, his legs straddling her waist, and looked down at her smiling face past the pole of his out thrust cock. "Wow," he said softly. "Make it, Sis. Make it!"

And when he stepped over her and moved away Valerie continued to softly massage her velvet-smooth breasts as the soft, warm waves of her orgasm broke gently throughout her faintly churning inner chambers.

When the last wash of feeling had retreated within her she looked up at her brother-in-law and smiled. He had found a pressurized can of whipped cream in the refrigerator and smiled boyishly as he bent to set it on the coffee table. He sat down cross-legged in front of her and reached for the wine bottle. Then, when he had taken a mouthful of the semisweet wine, he leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers.

Valerie curled her tongue and slid it through her brother-in-law's lips, moaning softly as the wine from his lips trickled warmly into her mouth.

Her mouth was covered with the whipped cream she had been licking from her brother-in-law's upthrust cock and sweetly coated balls. Her cunt as well, though most of it had been eaten away by Rich, was lathered white with the sweet cream, and streaks of it showed on her breasts.

Both she and Rich sat up suddenly, facing the stairwell, their eyes blinking in surprise and embarrassment. Rich wiped away a smear of whipped cream that was clinging to the nipple of his brown chest.

"Val!" Jim gasped, unable to advance or retreat from the doorway.

"Like a couple of mad dogs!" Mrs. Davis cried, averting her eyes, then looking back again.

Neither Valerie nor Rich had heard them coming up the stairs, and now Jim and his mother stood in the doorway staring down at them in dumb wonder.

"What in God's name do you think you're doing, Val!" Jim demanded.

"It's not what you think!" Rich began, struggling to his feet, the absurd patch of whipped cream around his balls causing his thighs to slip together greasily.

"You!" his mother cried, pointing her finger at his naked body. "I might have expected something like this from you! Well, I never could have imagined it if I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes!" Then she looked down at Valerie and her eyes welled with tears. "But you, Val!" she wept. "You were always so sweet and so innocent and… How could you do such a thing?" Then she caught sight of her younger son again and she ran across the room and slugged him hard in the stomach, her fist doubled. "Put something on, you big ape!" she shouted. "Don't you have any better sense than to stand around with your cock hanging out?"

Rich cowered away from his mother, slipping on the can of whipped cream as he tried to step over Valerie's legs. He grabbed the first article of clothing he could find and put it on. It happened to be Jeanne's bathrobe, but he didn't seem to notice how ridiculous he looked in it.

If he hadn't been so furious, even Jim might have laughed. Instead, he strode across the room and jerked his wife to her feet.

"Put some clothes on!" he ordered her.

Valerie shielded her cream-covered cunt with both hands and backed away from her husband and her mother-in-law. This embarrassment was almost worse than what she had suffered earlier in the afternoon. She knew that there could be no way to explain her actions. Both her husband and her mother-in-law had seen her willingly licking the whipped cream off Rich's cock, so there was no way that she could claim that her brother-in-law had forced her.

"I'm not going to hit you," Jim said to his brother, his fists clenched at his sides. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hit you." He looked over at his wife, then back at his brother. "The hell I'm not!" he shouted, cutting loose with a sort of round-house right that caught his younger brother square on the chin.

Rich reeled backwards, then quickly caught his footing and came in toward am. But as he raised his fists, one hand caught in the abundant folds of Jeanne's bathrobe. And before he could free it, his brother had landed another punchy straight to his right ear.

"Jim!" Mrs. Davis screeched. "Rich! Stop it! Stop it!"

Rich slammed a hard left to his brother's stomach and Jim doubled over, holding his gut.

"Stop it! Stop it!" Mrs. Davis ordered, stomping her foot. "Valerie, make them stop!" She darted between her sons and tackled Rich around the waist. "Stop it, you big ape!" she cried, trying to force him away from his brother.

Rich wobbled under his mother's grasp, but he tried to keep his fists up as well. But when he reached down to push the gray-haired woman away from his middle, Jim straightened up and threw his entire weight into an uppercut that connected dead center on his brother's jaw.

Valerie heard Rich's teeth snap together. Then she squealed with combined delight and fear as her brother-in-law more or less melted out of his mother's arms into a limp mass on the couch.

Jim turned toward her, panting. "Get some… clothes on," he gasped.

Mrs. Davis sat down on the couch beside her younger son. She adjusted the bathrobe over his crotch, then looked over at Jim. "I've never seen such fighting," she gasped. "I never thought I'd see you do such a thing, Jim. How long do you think he'll be out?"

"I don't know," Jim snapped, rubbing his knuckles.

Valerie stepped closer to him. "Let me see your hand," she said, touching his bruised knuckles.

Mrs. Davis turned to her other son. She got up on her knees on the couch and slapped his face from side to side between her hands. "Like a light he's out," she said.

Valerie gasped as she saw her mother-in-law draw back her fist and punch Rich square in the gut. "Mrs. Davis!" she cried.

Mrs. Davis turned around on the couch and arranged her skirt more primly. "He had it coming," she said. "The big ape." She leaned down and picked up the aerosol can of whipped cream. When she had placed it upright on the coffee table she licked her fingers and told Valerie, "I don't think it'll stain your carpet, honey. But if it does you ought to try Johnson's spot remover."

"Mother!" Jim growled. "This is hardly the time to be talking about cleaning products."

Mrs. Davis looked insulted, then got up from the couch. She had whipped cream smeared over the front of her dress from where she had tackled Rich. "Look at this mess," she said, wiping her fingers over the bodice of her dress. Once again she tasted the whipped creams then said, "I'll get you something to put on, dear."