David Crane: Between mother and son

Her lapper shot out and she began to slurp on the bubbling tip of Peter's flaring slab.

"Yummy!" she purred, partly because his seepage was so succulent, but mainly for Jeff's benefit, wanting to tantalize his ears as well as his eyes.

Her nimble tongue laved all over that meaty, drooling slab, lapping up the spunky spillage and making plenty of juicy slurping sounds. She sighed and panted and moaned. She gazed down at her lover's loins, then sneaked a secretive glance toward the wall behind which Jeff lurked.

Then she sucked his cockhead into her lips. "Ummmmm! Ahhhhh!" she purred, nursing greedily on that slab of moist meat.

"You gonna suck me off again?" Peter gasped. Faintly, Jessica heard another muffled, stifled gasp as her son heard that and knew that his mother had already milked this young man off at least once.

She was sorely tempted to drink another load of Peter's prick juice, too. But she already had a lovely bellyful and her cunt was hotter than her tongue now.

She bobbed up and down, hair tumbling in flaming strands, lips fluting far down his cock. Then she pulled her head away. Her face was toward the wall and her mouth was open. She drank the pre-cum slowly, sighing, making sure that her son could see her swallow.

It was time to get fucked.

But her mouth work had made Peter's prick start to hum like a tuning fork. She didn't want him to cum as soon as he was stuck up her cunt, and she figured it would be better to let him cool down slightly before she started fucking him. And she wanted to make this a variety show, as well, letting Jeff see how comprehensive her lust was.

Holding Peter by his lean hips, she gently rolled him over onto his belly. His cock was so stiff and taut that it levered down into the bed like a crowbar, heaving his ass up on the far end of his hard-on, like a meaty boulder being pried from the earth.

She rubbed her heavy tits against his hard asscheeks, squirming and wriggling. Then she placed her open hands on those muscular mounds and opened his ass crack. She began to run her lapper up and down in that musky cleft. She liked to lick assholes and this young virgin boy had a flavorsome one. Besides, she could just imagine the profound effect her sordid slurping was having on her son.

She began to stab her tongue right into his shitter, buggering his ass with her lapper. Her lips sucked on the fluttering ring. She drooled into his asshole, then sucked her saliva back out, flavored by his bowels.

Peter jerked and humped as if he were fucking the bed. His haunches hiked up. Jessica slid lower and mouthed his balls for a while, and then her face came back up. Her lapper dragged up his ass crack and she began to rim and ream the boy's asshole some more.

She squeezed and fondled his balls as she tongue fucked his shitter, both because she loved to feel those swollen balls surge in her hand and also to keep track of the situation, not wanting him to suddenly reach the crest and spurt his spunk out onto the bed. His balls were wondrously inflated, but with his prick temporarily neglected, Peter showed no sign of shooting his load too soon. Jessica figured that she had time to fool around for a while before she turned him over again and fucked his ass off.

She had decided that she would sit on Peter's prick, the first time, at least. That position would give her son the clearest view of the coupling, she judged, and Jessica was even more eager to perform for Jeff that she was to get fucked for its own sake.

And so Jessica lingered over Peter's asshole for a while and thereby, although she didn't know it, gave another member of the audience time to arrive.

Melissa came walking home with her cunt juicing down her shapely thighs and the delicious flavor of jizz sizzling on her tongue, hoping desperately that she would get a chance to spy on her brother when he was beating his meat. She didn't expect more than a look, since he was her own sibling and anything more would be wicked.

But fate had taken a hand. She entered the house and looked through the downstairs rooms. Finding no one around, she was pleased. She went on upstairs, walking quietly, not wanting anyone to know that she was home in case they were in their bedrooms. She went down to Jeff's room and listened at his door. Hearing no sounds from within, she turned the knob and carefully opened the door a crack. Jeff wasn't in his room and his sister grinned devilishly. Of course, she had no way of knowing if Jeff would be back soon or if he was going to be pulling his prick on his bed, but it was sure worth waiting to find out. She was expectant and hopeful.

The girl went in and softly closed the door, then headed over to Jeff's large closet. The closet door was ajar. She opened it farther and stopped dead in her tracks as she saw an intriguing sight within. Jeff was kneeling at the back wall, looking through a gap. He was breathing hard and his face, illuminated through the hole in the wall, was contorted by lust. He was massaging his prick with one hand, but sort of casually, most of his attention on whatever it was he was watching.

Melissa looked amazed, then gleeful.

Jeff must be spying on their mother while she undressed or something, she figured. And it looked like he was about ready to jerk him self off, too. Holding her breath, she moved up behind him, tiptoeing. She wanted to be close so that she could get a good look as he stroked his big cock and, too, she was curious about what he was peeking at.

Melissa wasn't nervous or worried about having her brother discover her presence. He was the one who was being naughty, so why should she feel embarrassed? Besides, he was so intent on spying that it didn't seem likely that he was going to turn around and find her behind him. Anyhow, Melissa was too damned horny to give a shit.

She slid sinuously down to her knees and, leaning forward, tits bobbling, looked over her brother's shoulder and through the gap in the closet wall.

Then she saw why Jeff was so fascinated.

Melissa could hardly believe her eyes. There was a young man naked on the bed, belly down and ass jerked up, and her mom was rimming out his asshole.

She couldn't stifle a gasp.

Jeff's head snapped around. When he saw his blonde sister kneeling at his flank, he blushed and looked dismayed. But then he saw that the girl was as intrigued as he was by what was going on in the master bedroom. They shared the same genes, after all. Why should his sibling not share in his taste for playing the peeper?

The boy grinned sheepishly. His sister, realizing that her arrival had been discovered, looked into his eyes. They exchanged a glance, both grinning, naughty conspirators sharing a guilty secret. Under the circumstances, neither of them could feel ashamed or embarrassed. Mom was the naughty one they were simply innocent onlookers.

Melissa shifted closer so that she was cheek to cheek with Jeff as they both turned their attention on the scene in their mother bed. Her plump tits were rubbing against his arm, the tips branding him in twin peaks. Her pneumatic hip brushed against his flank.

The girl didn't even think about what she was doing, she was too hot to reason. She took Jeff by the wrist, pulling his hand off his prick and drawing it behind her. She jerked her skirt up with her free hand and guided his hand into her crotch from behind.

Jeff began to rub his sister's cunt through her sodden panties. Her clit was sucking the crotch of those bikini panties right up into her pussy. He dipped his fingers inside the leg hole, feeling naked cunt.

Melissa shuddered at the contact. His prick was thundering as it jutted up, neglected now that his frigging hand was busy on his sister's cunt. Melissa reached down and folded her own fist around his iron hard rod.