David Crane: Between mother and son

Her brother's cock was the biggest and the hardest that Melissa had ever felt. It throbbed in her hand, making her palm and fingers damn near as hot as her cunt. Her whole nubile body had become an erogenous zone.

She stroked Jeff's cock up and down very slowly and Jeff dipped his fingers into her fuck hole, rubbing his thumb against her clit as he finger fucked her wet tunnel, twisting his finger and screwing in knuckle deep.

But the siblings were caressing each other almost casually; their own hand jobs only a side show as they both concentrated on watching their wanton mother cavort with her young lover. Both of the teenagers were hot as hell and both would need to cream off soon, but at the moment they were holding their own passion back, waiting to see what their mother was going to do next.

"She sucks his cock, too, Sis," Jeff rasped. That didn't surprise Melissa. If a woman would stick her tongues up an asshole, she sure as shit wouldn't balk at a mouthful of cock.

Melissa wanted a mouthful of cock, herself, and in the worst of ways. She slid a glance down at Jeff's huge prick as it came sliding from her fist. Her mouth filled up with frothy drool. Jeff was her brother and blowing him would be really, really a naughty thing to do, but knowing that it was forbidden fruit only made the prospect more mouth watering to the cock-hungry nymphets.

Her mind was undecided, her conscience struggling with her desire, but her tongue was so hot that she thought it might melt in her mouth.

She would cross that bridge when she came to it.

First they had some more watching to enjoy, getting an eyeful before she got a mouthful.

And the drama unfolded. Jessica gave Peter's shitter a last lick and a suck, and drew her face back from his quivering ass. She turned him over onto his back again. His prick came up like the mast of a ship, looming over his loins.

Peter had a huge cock, Melissa saw. Almost as huge as her brother's.

She had her eyes glued to that big prick. His mom ducked down and took the slimy purple cock-knob into her mouth again, sucking and whimpering. Her head jumped up and down, gulping almost all of the long cock in. Preliminary goo was running clown her chin as she swallowed down toward his balls. Her chin bumped on those bloated bags and she turned her head, winding her lips around on his cock rod.

Then the woman drew her mouth off him and straightened up, kneeling beside his hip. She threw one thigh across and squatted over his loins. Her cunt was pressed to his balls and his prick towered up in front of her stomach. She rolled her belly against that massive cock, gazing down past her heaving tits, seeing how high his prick rose on the outside of her body and gurgling at the prospect of having the hard meat plunge deep into her tunnel of love.

She leaned over him, tits swinging. Peter sucked on the swollen pink tips.

Her ass swayed from side to side and her hips jerked. She rolled her belly on his cock. Pre spunk oozed out and dribbled down her like dripping limestone, laying a slimy trail down her stomach and seeping into her cunt bush, turning that vee to a tropical forest.

She began to rise up on trembling thighs.

His vibrant cockshaft dragged down her slickly and the knob nestled in her curly mound, and then slid on into her steaming crotch. The tip was poking into her cunt and Jessica was kneeling atop his prick, squatting on the fat crown like a flagpole sitter. She squirmed and wriggled, balancing on the bulging head of his cock.

Her back was to the wall and she knew that, in this position, she was affording her peeping son the best possible vista, a clear view of the coupling.

She had no idea that her daughter, too, was savoring the details of her dalliance, nor that her kids were fondling each other incestuously as they watched her misbehave.

If she had known that, the exhibitionistic woman would have loved it all the more.

She poised there with only the very tip of his cockhead in her cunt, putting on a real sound and sight show. Her cuntlips were parted, pulling juicily on his cock-knob. Cunt juice was steaming down the underside or his thick prick, where the fat ventral vein was standing out in a dark, pulsating ridge, seaming his shaft. The end of his cock was in her cunt and his balls were ballooning at the base. His long prick looked like a pipeline connecting his balls to her cunt slot as it throbbed and jolted.

She reached behind her balancing ass and fondled Peter's balls. She wriggled on his knob like a slippery fish squirming on a gaff. She arched her back, swinging her heavy knockers up and down and her face twisted from side to side with sharp, spasmodic jerks. Then Jessica began to fuck him to everyone's delight.

Jessica started to sink down on Peter's prick, taking the throbbing meat up into her fuck hole inch by inch. Her pelvis twisted, grinding. Her inner rings clamped to the contours of his cock, contracting up the stalk, molding her cunt sleeve to his outline.

Peter moaned. This lustful lady had a cunt like a squeeze box, he thought. Like a suction cup. Her cunt was sucking his cock just as her mouth had done, swallowing his prick in like a secondary maw.

She dropped down the final inch, taking all of his towering prick into her pussy.

Her cuntlips were plastered to the hairy hilt of his cockshaft and his balls were cushioned under her ass. Milky cunt juice was oozing from her well-stuffed pussy, turning her groin to a creamy paste.

She held the full penetration for a while, savoring the sensation of having her cunt stuffed to the hilt and letting Peter thrill to the feeling of having every inch of his hot cock buried in clinging fuck hole.

Then she began to rise up and down on his prick.

Her hips pumped like pistons. She went up and down slowly and steadily, stuffing herself rhythmically on his looming cock. She twisted her pelvis she sank down, screwing her pussy down to his balls. Her cuntlips were clinging to his prick as she rose up, distending, her cunt almost turning inside out.

His cock hissed up her hot fuck hole and came out drenched with her pussy slime, glistening and steaming. He was humping up from the bed, meeting her cur as she dropped that soaking slot down to the root of his cock.

"Abbli! Shove it! Fuck me to jelly! Fuck my ass off!" Jessica wailed.

Her head turned. From the corners of her eyes, she gazed towards the watch hole in the wall, imagining how her son must be feeling, wondering if the boy was beating his meat yet or holding it back, waiting for her to finish before he hosed his closet wall again, as he must have done so often in his peeper's past.

She sank down all the way and held Peter's cock buried, grinding on it but no longer sliding up and down. She wanted to make this fuck last for a while. She fondled his balls, checking them to see how near they were to exploding. Her inner muscles were working like a wringer on his prick. More cunt juice, shot through with streaks of creamy pre-cum, oozed from her cunt.

Jessica figured that it was time to change the tableau. She had given her son and, her equally intrigued little girl, a good look at her ass as she fucked herself up and down on Peter's prick. Now she thought that Jeff might like a full frontal.

Holding Peter's cock enveloped in her pussy, Jessica began to rotate. She was turning her cunt on the spindle of his prick, never for a moment losing the penetration as she revolved. She threw her knee across and twisted through a half circle, so that she was facing the wall now, still mounted on her lover's prick.

She smiled towards the shadows where her son was lurking, eyes narrowed, and tongue gliding across her lips. She arched her back and her tits loomed out. Her nipples were standing like rockets ready to be launched, like iron filings being drawn to the magnet of her son's mouth.