David Crane: Between mother and son

The prospect of giving conclusive head, along with the gamey flavor of Mike's jizz, was making Melissa smolder. She had already scooped all of his juice from her tits and belly. Now she squirmed out of her tiny bikini panties. And brought them up to her mouth, licking at the slippery seepage, then pushing them into her mouth and wringing them out like a gooey sponge onto her lapper.

She was so hot she thought she would glow in the dark. But she wasn't interested in finger fucking herself. She wanted to save her cumming for a communal occasion.

But she didn't have a date this week. How frustrating it was to have made up her mind to become a cocksucker and to have no cock to suck.

Did she dare to telephone some boy awl ask him if he wanted to foal around? No, she was too shy for that – and embarrassed now, too, having realized that some of the boys thought that she was a cock teaser.

Yet she simply couldn't bring herself to just come right out and ask a guy if he wanted a blowjob. Innocent and cherry, she wasn't ready to be bold and brazen, no matter how hungry she was for jizz. It was just going to have to happen as if on a sudden impulse, in the midst of a heavy petting session. That meant that she would have to wait, with an empty mouth, until someone asked her for a date.

She was thinking of various boys. And then she thought of her brother.

Jeff was a good-looking young man and Melissa hadn't failed to notice that, in his tight jeans, his crotch was well packed and solidly hung. Of course, since he was her own brother, she couldn't fool around with him. That would be incest and strictly taboo.

But not being able to touch him didn't mean that she couldn't look at him, and maybe she could manage to look at him in an interesting fashion.

She had loved watching Mike jack off.

It would be even more thrilling to spy on her brother when he was draining his cock. She knew that Jeff was a frigger because she had heard his bed springs squeaking and heard him moan a few times. The sounds had excited her, and the sight would obviously be even more stimulating.

She thought about the possibilities and grinned as she hit upon a plan. Jeff had a big walk in closet in his bedroom. If she were to sneak into his room when he wasn't there and hide in the closet, with the door open just wide enough so that she could see his bed, there seemed to be every chance that she would see him jerking off.

What a naughty and delightful scheme! She could finger fuck herself silly while she watched her sibling beat his meat and he would never need to know she was there.

Once the idea had come to her, the randy little virgin was determined to do it, and do it at the very first chance that she got.

Now she chewed and sucked the last of Mike Jarman's jizz from her soaking panties, then pulled them back on, drenched with her own drool, over her smoldering snatch.

She got up and took Mike's varsity sweater and, with the delectable flavor of fuck juice tingling on her tongue and the memory of watching him pump his prick and shoot his wad stamped indelibly into her mind, that would be over walked out of the clearing and back to the path, all bouncy and exuberant with erotic anticipation. She sure hoped Jeff's bedroom was empty so that she could sneak into his closet as soon as she got home.

Jessica was planning to let Jeff know that she was going to her room to lie down for a while. She thought that the boy would be sure to hurry up to his own room for a peek through the closet wall. She planned to put on a quite a show for his benefit. It would be a solitary show, of course, at least until her husband got home, but she figured she could enchant her horny son by finger fucking herself and using her cock shaped vibrator as she sprawled across her bed with her so cunt turned towards his spy hole, of course. But then fate took a horny hand.

Fate came in the person of a young man named Peter Preston. Peter should have been in school, actually, but the teenager had been playing hooky quite often lately, trying to earn enough money to buy a second hand car. He had never had a piece of ass, not even an opportunity, and he thought that having a set of wheels would go a long way toward getting his wick dipped.

Today, by skipping school, Peter was going to get a lot more education than he'd ever had in a classroom.

Jessica was still wearing only her semitransparent silk nightie when the doorbell rang. She had been expecting no callers. Curious, she went to the door.

A lean, sandy haired young man stood on the doorstep, his hat politely in hand.

"Yes?" Jessica asked.

"Got any odd jobs that I can do, lady? I'm pretty handy and I'm trying to earn some money for a car."

Jessica looked him up and down. He was a very presentable young man, probably about the same age as her own son. Jessica had a thing about teenaged boys.

Although he was trying not to be obvious about it, Peter couldn't help but gape at the redhead's big tits and creamy cleavage in that sheer nightie.

Jessica saw where he was looking and smiled. Being wanted was always a turn-on for the lewd exhibitionist and today she was particularly randy, having discovered her son's spy hole and planning an erotic exhibit. Jeff wouldn't be home from school for a while yet and she saw no reason why she shouldn't pass the time pleasantly.

She wondered if this handyman was a virgin. She sure hoped so. Naughty Jessica just adored virgin pricks and cherry jizz.

"I just might," she said. "Come in."

As Peter stepped over the threshold, she contrived to rub her tits against his arm.

The young boy began to sweat and look flustered. Grinning, pleased at how she aroused him, Jessica led the way to the front room and motioned for him to sit on the couch. He settled down. Then she surprised him by sitting beside him, close up, her lush hip pressed to his lean flank.

"What sort of odd jobs?" she breathed.

"Errr just about anything," he stammered.

"Have you brought your tools?" she asked, giving the boy a playful look.

"Well, I ain't really got…" he began.

"Oh, yes I see that you have," she broke in. Her hand moved down and cupped his groin. Peter gasped. "Ooooooh! A nice big, hard one, too!"

He was speechless, gaping at the voluptuous redhead with his jaw hanging open and his eyes popping out. His lips moved, but soundlessly. The amazed youth had been struck dumb. He wouldn't have known what to say, anyhow.

Jessica, delighted by the way he was gasping and squirming, groped his cock through his jeans and smiled lewdly into his face, licking her lips.

"Oh, yes I'm sure that we can find a few odd jobs for this lovely tool," she whispered.

Peter was stunned and bemused, but his cock was behaving rationally, pulsing and pounding in her caress, threatening to burst right through the denim confines of his fly, hot enough to melt the material.

Jessica leaned over and brushed her scarlet lips against his ear.

"Is this a brand new tool, young man? Has it ever been used before?"

"N no, ma'am," he croaked.

"Ahhhh. Then I do believe that I've got a job of plumbing for you to do. Some hammering and some screw driving, and maybe a drain to unclog."

She started to open his fly.

Peter, despite his naivete, was starting to understand that he had struck it lucky today. He had stumbled upon the proverbial promiscuous housewife, encountered what every youth dreams of – a nympho!

"I sure hope you ain't just playing with me, lady," he mumbled, hardly able to believe his good fortune.

A cockteaser, of course, was the nightmare side of the nymphomaniac dream.

But Jessica, like her little girl, was no tease. And if she intended to play with him, it was going to be in a way that he yearned for.