Kevin Sellers - Best loving mother

The greasy suction of that taut clamped asshole whipping across his cock was more than Dane could withstand. Suddenly he gave a barking cry of his own, hunching forward with all his might.

"Gonna cum, Mom! Gonna fill your ass with fuckcream! Oh shit, Pm really gonna cream your shitter like crazy! Aaaahhh… unnhhh!"

There was no holding back any longer. His cock pounded totally up that sucking asshole and thrashed in its clenched confines, spewing out the pent-up loads of jizz that bubbled in his balls.

Gwen screamed, soaring to heavenly heights of bliss as spurt after burning spurt of cum seared up the squeezing chute of her asshole. She felt its sticky globs of cream flooding deep into her, rolling and sloshing in the most private part of her body. She heaved to take it all.

They climbed together, flopping and bouncing on the bed in mutual release as Dane's prick was wrung utterly dry. Wads of steamy cum splashed up his mom's ass and leaking cross her cunt as she fucked herself on his prick to soak up every drop.

Then, slumping together, they sank forward in a tangle of twitching ecstasy.

With his cock still buried in that spasming shit chute, Dane let out a happy gasp.

"Oh, wow! That… ahhhh, that was great! I think that was the hardest I ever came in my life! Christ, what a piece of ass! It was swell, Mom. Really… aaah… swell…"

And after that delicious episode, she didn't have a bit of trouble getting to sleep. She dozed off with Dane's pecker still wedged limply in her sopping ass.

It was a bright, crisp summer morning-the beginning of a gorgeous June day.

She forced herself out of bed and selected a sleek slacks-and-blouse outfit, then began the task of making herself up for the bridge party she'd promised a couple of her neighborhood girlfriends she would attend.

As she trudged downstairs just in time to greet her late-rising children, the notion of wasting her time with other woman held no temptation at all. It would've been much nicer to stay home, where she was already having more fun than she would have believed possible, where she had two grown young sons to choose from.

However, she'd already promised the women. There was no backing out at this late date.

Heaving a reluctant sigh, she helped Pam get breakfast going and then headed for the door. "I don't know how long these bridge parties last, but I'll be back just as soon as I can. Do the three of you think you can spend a morning together without getting into any scrapes?" "Aw, Mom!" Biting into a slab of toast, Bobby made a boyish face.

Dane merely grinned, not in the least affected by his mother's teasing admonishment.

Pam gave a haughty sniff. "Oh we'll be just fine, Mom. And if either of these two give me any trouble at all, I'll just lock them in a closet until you get back!"

Gwen smiled, proud of her children. "Hmmmm, you just might have an idea there. I wish I'd thought of that years ago! Well, I'd better get going. Have a nice morning, dears. I'll try to be home for lunch. Bye!"

Then she whisked off to the car with a determined step, suppressing one last urge to call the whole thing off and spend the morning at home with her kids.

After she'd gone, they finished their breakfast in relative peace and quiet. It was Bobby's turn to wash the dishes, which he did with his usual grumbling acceptance.

A short time later the three of them were sprawled in the living room, spending just another dull morning around the house.

Dane lay draped on the couch, flipping through a sports magazine and yawning lazily.

Pam and Bobby were curled up on the floor facing each other, their youthful faces scrunched in concentration as they studied the piece-strewn board of a new game spread out between them.

All in all, it began as a normal enough day. Just like any other. No different from all the other summer mornings they'd spent simply following their usual routine, passing time without a care or concern in the world.

Beneath the surface, things weren't the same at all for any of them. Too much had happened. Despite their attempts to resume the activities that had always satisfied them before, the difference seeped through.

"Come on, Sis, hurry up. It's your.move." Squirming impatiently, Bobby found himself growing bored. Always before, he'd been perfectly satisfied to spend a morning playing games. But for some reason this morning he couldn't seem to work up any interest. Instead his attention wandered.

"Oh, all right. Here." Pam leaned forward and moved her game piece, frowning thoughtfully as she advanced several spaces.

She was dressed in a light outfit of brief shorts and cotten halter top. She didn't notice the way the halter's cups dropped loosely with her motion. The small swells of her tits dangled freely in its flimsy confines.

But Bobby noticed. For the first time, he caught a tantalizing glimpse of his big sister's creamy tits jiggling barely into view. They hung like that, swaying in the cleavage of her top and practically showing off everything she had, until at last she rose up again.

"There. I'm done. It's your turn."

He was grinning widely with impish delight, no longer the least bit interested in their game.

"Gee Pam, that sure is some top you're wearing. I mean, it's nice. Really nice."

She gave a perplexed frown, glancing down to follow his gaze. "What? This thing? It's all right, I guess. What about it?"

"Just that every time you lean over I can see right down it, that's all." Intent on teasing his sister, he blurted the words in a mischievous triumphant tone. "I can see almost everything you've got, that's what about it!"

Pam blushed, her cheeks flaming pink at that announcement. Until a short time ago she would've been shocked and infuriated by such a naughty observation coming from her own little brother. But now, the glint in Bobby's eyes sent a wave of mingled embarrassment and defiance.

"Well, so what? I don't care if you look- that just proves that I've got titties worth looking at! In fact, if you're all that desperate to sneak a peek, then maybe I ought to just give you the whole view right now and get it over with!"

Pam acted on impulse.

Reaching up and unfastening the halter's snap, she peeled it off with a deft shrug and tossed it casually aside, smiling at her little brother.

Her tits bounced free, bobbling as they sprang from the halter's confines. Their small firm cones jutted forward, her pink textured nipples instantly expanding into stiff hard buttons beneath Bobby's unblinking stare.

He froze, no longer smirking. After a long breathless moment, his voice whooshed out in a croak: "Sis… ohhh, shit!"

At that point Dane glanced up from his magazine, his attention reluctantly dragged away by that gasp.

"Hey, would you two settle down? I'm trying to re-uhhhh!"

The admonishment clipped off as he gaped as well, focusing on the spectacle of Pam sitting on the floor nude from the waist up, proudly showing off her naked tits and smiling smugly as she caught both her brothers' stares.

Finally Dane found his voice again, aware that his cock was surging ominously in his jeans.

"What the hell's going on? Are you crazy, Pam? Christ, what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm letting our horny little brother get a good look at my tits to satisfy his curiosity, that's what!" She shot back a quick glance, unabashed by the two pairs of eyes that were now riveted on her titties. "He was peeking down my top, so I just decided to let him get the full view! And don't tell me you mind catching a peek either because I know better!"

She flexed her shoulders back with an arch that shoved her tits forward, displaying them without the least twinge of embarrassment.

Until that very moment, Pam would never have dreamed of finding herself plopped on the living room floor showing off her naked titties to the open stares of her two brothers.