David Crane: Between mother and son

She began to ride on the saddle of Peter's loins again. She rose up slowly and sank down fast. Facing the wall now, she was presenting an even more fascinating sight. Her kids could see her big, swollen-tipped tits and watch Peter's prick slip into the split of her cunt. Her clit was rubbing up and down on Peter's throbbing prick.

Jeff was panting, longing for his voluptuous mother's delectable tits and juicy cunt.

Melissa was panting just as much, and that naughty girl was almost as hot for her mother's tits and cunt as she was for cock and balls. She was no lesbian, but the thought of nursing on her mom's pussy was making her whimper.

Jeff's prick jolted in his sister's fist.

Her pussy was juicing and his hand. He had, tugged her panties down her thighs and was finger-fucking her hot fuck hole and whipping his thumb against her clit. Each time he shoved his fingers up her fuck hole, his ass corkscrewed and he drove his cock thorough her skimming fist.

"Gonna shoot, Sis," he croaked.

He expected Melissa to begin beating his meat vigorously, to bring him to the crest. They were giving each other hand jobs and cumming was the point of it, he figured.

But instead of stroking him on the cum strokes, Melissa pulled her fist down to his cock roots and stopped frigging, holding him steady and not allowing him to hump his cock through her palm and fingers.

He shot her a desperate glance.

"Wait," she whispered, huskily.

Holy shit am I gonna get more than a hand job? Jeff wondered. He was more than content to bide his time at that happy expectation.

Jessica was pumping towards a crest now.

She had wanted to make it last longer but Peter's cock was pulsing so savagely that she knew that the horny young man was going to shoot off soon and she was whipping her cunt onto his prick with a steady pace that would bring her surging to a simultaneous cumming.

Her thighs rippled, tensing. She angled her cunt so that every inch of his spike was rubbing against the flaring fulcrum of her clit as it sank in and pulled out. Her ass bounced off his flat belly. She sank down all the way and his balls ballooned against her cunt.

His cockhead felt like a lump of smoldering iron in the core of her cunt and his iron-hard stalk was levering like a crowbar in her fuck chute. Each time she stuffed herself full, his fat plunger pumped more juice from her. That flow was getting hotter and thicker and creamier as the woman soared towards the peak.

The perfume of hot pussy and the fragrance of girl cum was permeating the bedroom. Jessica knew that her son would be breathing that tantalizing aroma in, inhaling the fumes of her fuck hole.

It added to the pleasure of her cumming. And it would have added even more had she known that her daughter, too, was slobbering and salivating as she filled her nostrils with that sweet bouquet.

Her cunt was melting and her clit was detonating now, her pussy dissolving on Peter's cock like a wax candle on a flaming wick.

"Cum cum in me!" she cried.

He grasped her hips, pounding her pussy up and down on his prick as if he were using her cunt to jack off with. His balls expanded like a bellows.

"Here it cums, lady!" he croaked. "Hose me! Slime me!" she wailed. His bloated balls blew savagely and his jizz shot out in a gooey geyser, spurting into her loins. That spume was so tremendous that it felt as if she had been squatting astride Old Faithful when it blew. Jizz hit her cunt core under such pressure that she could hear it splash inside her. He was damn near blowing her off the end of his prick.

Up and down she pumped, grinding and churning, working off her own creaming as she milked his cock to the bone and filled her fuck hole brimful of cherry spunk.

His last jet sped into her and Peter slumped back, gasping and panting. He was drained to the dregs. His balls were sagging loose between his legs.

But his cock was still fat and firm in her cunt. Jessica slid up and down a bit longer, making certain that her cumming was spent off to the end. She shuddered at a last fading spasm and whimpered at a final ebbing wave.

Then she stopped riding his cock and settled down, holding it buried and smiling dreamily.

The creamy curtain had come down and the first act was over – but this was an ongoing drama. Jessica was eager for more. She adored getting screwed at any time and now, playing to an audience, her lust was boundless.

She pulled her pussy off Peter's prick as it had gone, on, inch by slow inch. His cock knob lodged in her slot for a moment, then slipped out like a cork from a bottle.

She shifted from his loins and sat on the bed, facing the wall, her knees lifted and her thighs wide apart, letting Jeff and Melissa get a good look at her wildly fucked and cum drenched pussy.

Her cunt was gaping wide open, retaining the shape of the cock that had just spread it out. That open grotto was flooded with cunt cum and jizz and the mingled stuff was running down her crotch and into the crack of her ass. Her whole groin was lathered, the insides of her thighs glistening with spunky ribbons.

Peter's prick was swaying, not quite as hard as it had been, but certainly not soft. It looped up in a parabola from his well drained balls.

Jeff was staring at his mom's cunt, licking his lips, his cock jolting violently in his sister's fist.

Melissa was looking back and forth, staring at Peter's soaking prick, then at her mother's sodden cunt, whimpering hungrily for both those creamy delicacies.

The lustful young lady was longing to suck her mother's cunt cum off Peter's prick, and to suck Peter's spunk off her mom's cunt, as well.

She had never sucked a cock or a cunt, but Melissa knew that she would just adore it and that she would know instinctively how to give sweet head.

Mike Jarman had lost out by his impatience. But she sure wasn't thinking of Jarman now. Jessica sat there for a few moments, tits heaving as she breathed hard. She gave Jeff time to get a good eyeful of her flooded fuck slot. She even fantasized that she could see his eyes glowing in the shadows beyond that spy hole, like a hungry tiger ready to pounce.

Then she turned towards Peter again.

His prick was still standing promisingly, only softened slightly, still tense and fat and firm. She had a lovely idea about how she was going to fuck him the next time, too a way that would give Jeff an even better look at the action, from a much closer range.

But first she wanted to make sure that Peter's sweet prick was iron-hard again, and to give his balls a few moments to recharge themselves.

She leaned down, making sure that her thighs were still open so that Jeff could continue to gaze at her cunt. She took the head of Peter's prick into her lips and began to suck him up to a renewed vigor.

His meat was even tastier now that it had been soaked in her cunthole and she nursed with glee.

Seeing her mother with a mouthful of cock made Melissa whimper in envy.

But, of course, she had a cock to suck, too. He was her brother and it was real naughtily but it was sure going to be fun.

Melissa swung her honey-blonde head around towards her brother. His cock was quivering in her hand. He looked at hex hopefully, not at all sure what she had in mind but sensing that it would be thrilling.

"What Mommy's doing?" she whispered.

"She's sucking that guy's prick," Jeff rasped.

"I know. It looks yummy!" Melissa sighed, batting her eyelashes seductively. "Can I can I suck your cock, Jeff? Can I make you cum in my mouth?"

She panted out that plea. Jeff was doubly astounded first that she would want to blow her brother, and secondly that she should think it necessary to ask his permission. He looked so stunned that, for an instant, Melissa thought that her suggestion had offended or disgusted him and she whimpered, abashed.