Jolene Homes - Incest Games

His mother groaned around his cock, and he glanced down to see her crotch surging up and down against his father's face. She was coming again, riding dad's suctioning mouth and coming hard, but she didn't let go of his own prick. She continued to chew upon it, to lick searingly over its swollen head.

But her eyelids were fluttering and her tits were heaving, jiggling as she crested upon the tidal wave of her orgasm, so Glynn backed it out of her mouth and allowed her head to roll back. There was plenty of time for everything, and he wanted to stick his cock everywhere it would possibly go.

Dad and mom were melting together, his father's prick soft and his mother murmuring drowsily, so Glynn walked back around the king-sized bed and looked down at his sister. "You know," he said, "we haven't made it sixty-nine yet. That ought to be a lot of fun."

"I'm for it," Lorena said.

He lay down with his face at her feet, and when she started to lick at his toes, he did the same to hers. The tickling sensation was almost too much to bear, but he held fairly still for it, working his tongue up over her ankles and along the shins. His sister tasted of exotic flowers, of fresh young skin and a trembling excitement.

She nipped the calf of his leg, her sharp teeth playful in his flesh, and he licked over her kneecaps, sliding ever backward the way she was doing as they worked into position where they could eat each other simultaneously. He had eaten pussy and been sucked off, but he hadn't done it at the same time.

At her thighs now, he rolled his cheek into the honeyblonde hair of her crotch and felt the marvelous warmth of her torrid snatch, the fondling of her cunt hair upon his skin. Turning his head, he looked down into the pussy itself and saw how the lips were parted slightly in the center, how the golden fur outlined them. Using his fingers, he gently pried them apart and peered deeply into the pink tissues, into the membranes that could feel so fantastic when they gripped his prick.

He bent his head and touched his tongue into them, shoved it deep into their wet slippery depths, and felt his sister's tongue in turn, as she rolled it over the head of his down-hanging cock. Glynn sucked her pussy, tongued to find the clit and tease it, nipped the labia and stirred far up into the shuddering vagina. All the while, she was sucking upon his cock-head, using all the hot workings of her mouth to bring him to orgasm.

It was beautiful this way, and he reveled in the heaving of Lorena's cunt as she thrust up violently, when she came on his mouth. A heartbeat later, he released his own diminished load of semen, pouring it down her throat, and that was beautiful, too.

A bell clanged insistently, harshly, and Glynn struggled away from his sister's entwining body to fumble for the bedside phone. He mumbled something into the mouthpiece and listened, his eyes running over the quiet forms on the bed-his naked mother, his nude father, his bareassed sister.

"It's Jean Marks," he said to them. "Says she's been thinking about us and can't stand it any longer."

His mother stirred sleepily. "Tell her to come on over. In this family, there's always room for one more."