David Crane: Between mother and son

"Oh! Ohhhhh!" she moaned, turning her head from side to side, her lovely face twisted into a mask of lust, eyes narrowed, lips slack and panting, nimble tongue switching back and forth across her open mouth.

She tensed her thighs and began to bounce up and down gently on her hand. She finger fucked steadily in and out of her cunt, squatting over her hand as if she were riding a prick, while her other hand continued to fondle her clit frantically.

Her cumming began in her clit. That swollen bud went off like a detonator, setting off a deeper explosion in the core of her cunthole. Waves of ecstasy rushed across her loins and shot like electric currents up her trembling thighs.

The waves came faster and higher, each one rushing upon the one before, beginning to blend together and merge into one tidal crest.

Jessica jerked convulsively as she surged to the crest and clung there. Her clit was going off like a machine gun and her pussy melted again with each explosion. She swayed from side to side and rocked back and forth on her heels. Her firm ass shot out, her belly pumped up and down, her hips worked like driving pistons.

Cunt began convulsing and came as if a darn had burst somewhere in the depths of her loins. Her groin turned to a milky morass and creamy ribbons unwound down her thighs. Her fingers sank in and she yanked them back out against the suction of her cunt. It was like sticking her hand into a paste pot, using her fingers to stir glue.

She hung suspended at the highest crest, crying out in rapture. Then, at long last, the waves of her cumming began to ebb and falter and subside. She kept on fucking with both hands, letting herself down slowly, working off the last sweet spasms and draining off the last gooey drops. Finished, she slumped over her hands.

Jessica looked pleasantly surprised. She always enjoyed creaming off on her hands, but today her orgasm had been something special, dynamic and spectacular, embellished as it was by her incestuous fantasies.

A dreamy smile turned up the corners of her moist lips and her green eyes glowed like melted jade. When she pulled her fingers out of her cunt, they came out with a juicy slurp and a flood of cunt nectar bubbled from the vacated pussy like she had spilled a milk shake in her lap.

Jessica brought both hands up to her chin, tipped her face down and began to lap up the cunt cum that had pooled in her palms like a hungry kitten drinking from a bowl of cream. She licked her hands clean and dipped them into her cunt again, bringing up another creamy load to her lips.

Then, her legs shaky, she sat back on her heels and shook her head in pleasant wonderment.

That hand job would hold her for awhile, she thought at least until Jeff got home from school.

Jessica had lots of exciting plans for then, performing for his peeper's pleasure.

Jeff Macarthur had indeed been spying through the loose plank in the back of his closet when his sexy mother was getting screwed that morning. The teenager, desperate with puberty, had been playing the peeper on his parents for several weeks now. He hadn't actually had a very good view today. His mom and dad had fucked in the missionary position and all Jeff could really see was his father's ass corkscrewing and his big balls swinging in and out.

It had been inspirational, nevertheless. The teenager had jerked himself off twice while he watched, providing a good portion of the jizz that his mother was later to lap up and finger fuck herself with. Then he had beaten off a third time, on his bed. But it hadn't diminished his ardor. Like any well trained athlete, Jeff had plenty of stamina and he kept himself fucking fit by exercising his cock with regularity and frequency.

He calculated that he had shot out at least a quart of cum since he had made the spy hole. That wasn't even counting all the foaming fuck juice he had milked from his prick at other times, such as during his frenzied and incestuous fantasies about his nubile younger sister.

He had also spent plenty of spunk in the dirty clothing hamper, creaming in his mother's and his sister's used panties indiscriminately, equally aroused by both.

This morning, gaping at his mom's big tits stuffed so tantalizingly into the bodice of her sexy nightie and recalling how she looked naked and stuffed full of his father's prick, the boy had gotten horny all over again, with the result that he had spent a most comfortable day in school, with a rock-hard cock throbbing in his pants.

As soon as the last bell sounded, Jeff rushed from the school, holding his books awkwardly in front of his groin to conceal his condition.

His pretty blonde sister, Melissa, was chatting with some older guys on the lawn in front of the school as Jeff came down the walk. Normally he would have waited for her to walk home with him. But today he hurried straight past, pretending not to notice me nubile girl.

He reckoned that if she were to walk beside him she would be sure to see his swollen fly and figured that would have been embarrassing for both of them.

In fact, it would have been a lot more fascinating than embarrassing, for Melissa was intrigued by the mysteries in a guy's pants.

But Jeff didn't know that yet.

Passing her without pausing, he headed for home. He didn't expect to have anything to see through his spy hole, since his father wouldn't be home from work yet. All of his peeping so far had taken place either just after his parents went to bed, or first thing in the morning.

Jeff was only thinking of getting to the privacy of his bedroom and beating his meat to cream.

How could he know that today would be different?

Melissa had seen Jeff hurry past, but she hadn't called to him because walking home with her brother was the last thing she wanted to do today. The little minx wanted to stay and flirt with the older guys.

She was an adorable bit of fluff, with bouncy tits and a high, hard, perfectly rounded ass and long, shapely legs that seemed to have been expressly designed to be wrapped around a man's heaving haunches as he pumped his prick up into her cunthole.

She had her mother's jade green eyes and wide, sensual mouth a cock sucker's mouth, it had been called and her silken hair was a few shades lighter than her mom's, dark honey instead of flaming red.

She was an outrageous flirt. She posed and postured and batted her long eyelashes. She stood with one hip shot out and held her slender back slightly swayed, so that her plump tits thrust out in front and her trim as jutted out behind.

Melissa was a virgin. But then, she was very young. She was perfectly ready to lose her cherry, but she had the sense to know that she shouldn't just give it away to the first guy who asked. A girl's very first fuck should be sort of special, she figured. She was only waiting for the right time and the right place and the right guy.

And she would have been amazed if she could have known who that guy was going to be, and how special the occasion, in a strange sort of way.

Soon, though, most of the guys wandered off. Melissa, although she didn't know it and didn't mean to be one, had a reputation as a cockteaser. Since she had never put out, it was a normal enough assumption for the horny young men with whom she flirted.

So now, not expecting to get anything from her, they moved off one by one, looking for more lascivious young ladies. But one guy stayed behind.

Mike Jarman was tall and good looking, with crisp dark hair and an easy smile and a varsity letter on his sweater. Lots of girls fancied him, and he played the field. Melissa didn't think that Mike, being a Romeo, was the right guy to take her cherry, but she was interested in him and taking no pains to hide the fact. He was cycling her appraisingly, almost leering.