Jolene Homes - Incest Games

Arlene Johansen turned from the stove, one eyebrow going up. "Oh? At this late date, you're showing an interest in your children?"

"Don't start," Eric said and took a cup of coffee from his daughter. "I thought it was time they both got to know a little about the business, but one at a time."

Glynn met his mother's eyes in mute, intent appeal, and she nodded slightly. "All right, then; Glynn and I will manage to take care of ourselves. That is, if you have nothing on, son?"

He half choked on a piece of buttered toast. "N-no, mom; guess I'll stay home and help in the yard or something."

His father only grunted, and Glynn knew a vast feeling of relief, then a sensation of exultation. He was going to be alone with her, with his lovely mother; they would have most of the day to themselves! The knowledge shook him to the core, and he clamped his legs together to keep his cock from jumping, crazily. Right in the living room, he thought-with the drapes drawn and doors locked; right there on the floor, with both of them stripped naked.

Somehow, Glynn held himself together until they left. Gathering up purse and her weird hat, his sister leaned close to him and said softly, "Have a lot of fun, little brother. Dad and I are going to a motel, so you'll have plenty of time."

All he could do was nod his head and smile weakly. Lorena really had it rolling, and the day ought to be a ball for both of them. For all four, he corrected himself; their parents would dig the action as much as they would, he was sure. He listened for the station wagon to pull out of the driveway, and sat for a few seconds after he was certain they were gone.

"Mom," he said, "can I help with the dishes?"

"I'm putting them in the washer," she answered quietly. "They can wait, but I'm not so sure I can."

She held his hand as they walked into the living room and they separated only to close the drapes. But he wanted some light, so he snapped on the bar lamp as she turned to him with her hands by her sides and her chin up.

"Here, darling-not upstairs in bed?"

He shook his head. "Here on the floor, mom. I've watched you here, peeping under your skirt when you got careless with those fantastic legs, making pictures in my head how you would look all naked, trying to make believe that you would drink too much and pass out and nobody else would be home. Now it's all coming true, and I want to screw my hot, beautiful mother in the living room."

"Of course you can," she murmured, and reached to undo the belt of her robe.

He sat on a barstool, knowing a trembling in his legs, and watched her open the robe. The red of it made a bright frame for the long, willowy body exposed to his view, and he gazed enraptured at the creamy expanse of woman flesh she showed him. His mom's tits quivered at the least movement of her shoulders, and he stared at them fixedly as she dropped the robe.

They were rich and heavy, round and firm, with those long, brown nipples sticking out invitingly. She cupped them in both hands, offering them to him, and her voice was low in her throat when she said, "Hadn't you better get out of your jeans, dear?"

Fumbling at his zipper, he dropped his eyes over the smooth planes of her belly, down to that prized treasure between her full thighs. His mother's pubic hair was black as midnight, curled tightly, thickly grown in an entrancing vee whose tips narrowed and spread themselves up into the delicate creases formed by her groin and the upper reaches of her incomparable thighs.

"You-you're so beautiful, it hurts my eyes," he mumbled.

Her smile was warm and bitchy, her tongue darting out pinkly to wet her red lips. "Do you really think so, Glynn? I'm so glad; I want to be beautiful for you, hot for you."

Her hand left her breasts and slid insinuatingly over her hips, down across her belly, and her slim fingers toyed with her mound. "Here I am, lover. Here's what you want."

Glynn kicked out of his jeans and whipped his tee-shirt over his head, not knowing or caring where it landed. His stiff cock stood erect, the head of it glistening, and already a tiny droplet of fluid hung there.

But when he stepped down and went toward her, his mother drifted back.

"Just a second, dear. You said you wanted me to teach you something, and I will. Here, let me take a sofa pillow."

Uncertainly, he stood with his prick thrust out while she stooped to place the pillow upon the floor. "There, Glynn; there are two ways for a man to eat a woman, and I'll show you the first one. Lie down, darling, and put your head on this."

Obediently, for he would do anything for this woman, he stretched out on the carpet with his head braced. She moved over and put one shapely foot on each side of his rigid body, so that he looked up into the hairy nest he adored. Glynn could see the lips of her cunt then, peeping shyly pink from the black furry thatch. It was like a mouth, he thought, but far more lovely, and beckoning him to know its richness.

Slowly, she crouched, bending her body bit by bit until she was kneeling over him. Her knees snugged his hips, and she rubbed them up and down tenderly, swinging her hips, making the round white globes of her breasts sway provocatively.

"Your body is so smooth," she said, "and very appealing, Glynn. I'll bet the young girls go wild over it."

"I-I only had one, before you," he said. "And I wish you could have been the first, mom."

"You're sweet," she said, and moved so that her cunt came down upon his belly, hot and softly wirey, crispy but somehow soft moss. Working it around, she made him wiggle, and he reached for her hips.

But when he touched them, his mother slid up to his chest and gave him a few moments to revel in the intimacy of her pussy on his breastbone.

As he stared into the dark, shaggy forest of her pubic hair, she said,

"Just do what comes naturally, lover. Kiss it and love it, and run your tongue right on inside the lips. Up near the top, when you feel around, you'll find my clit; it's a little nubby thing like a pea. Work on that darling."

As she moved even closer, he caught the pungent aroma of her cunt, a perfume all her own, musky and sensuous, like some night blooming flower. Crisp and beguiling, her mat was at his nose, and with a sigh of happiness, Glynn stroked her ass cheeks and nuzzled into the tempting fleece.

It was woolly against his face as he went into it, and right away he found the sweet honey of her labia. He pressed his own lips against them, panted into them, and as his mom rolled her ass in his hands, he pushed his tongue down through the softly spiked hairs into her body.

Shuddering as he did so, Glynn shoved his tongue between the hot and slippery lips, on into her vagina.

His teeth pressed to her pussy, he began to lap like a puppy dog, luxuriating in the taste of her, in the spicy flavors of his mother's steamy cunt, drawing her oily lubrication into his mouth and swallowing hurriedly. He wanted to chew her, and he did, gnawing the pussy lips tenderly while she moaned and rocked her crotch down against his head.

"That's right-oh baby! That's the way to eat me-oh yes, yes! I love it-I love you."

Glynn sucked her cunt lips into his mouth, opening wide to bring them in. She was sugary and blazing, and he sucked hard, drinking down her juices avidly, rubbing his chin into her crotch. Letting her rubbery slot ease back into place, he tongued into it again, reaching as deeply as he could. Remembering what she had said about the pea-shaped thing, he felt along the wet silken lining until he found it.

His mother quivered sharply then, and hissed as he sucked on it, as he worked his teeth down to where he could chew it delicately. Her belly rolled over him as she dropped to her hands, and her ass swung in quickening arcs while her crotch stroked his cheeks, his chin. She was fucking his face, he thought dazedly; his sexy hot mother was screwing his mouth.