Harry Stevens - Suck-happy family

"And?"

"I convinced him there was something a lot better for his cock than just his hand," Janet said. "And it was the same for him as a cherry girl. Nothing turns a nice boy into a horny stud faster than his first look at a juicy pussy."

"So you fucked your own brother?"

"Like mother, like daughter. Just keeping it all in the family, Mom. If you and Ed can get it on, why not me and Eric?"

Clearly shaken, Sandra was silent for so long that Janet began to wonder if she'd told her mother too much, too soon. But when the silence was broken, Janet's doubts turned to bubbling anticipation.

"What's he like?" Sandra whispered.

And taking a chance, Janet said, "You'll just have to fuck him yourself to find out, Mom."

"When?" Sandra was brimming with a new phase of incestuous lust, this time for her own son.

"Tonight's as good a time as any, Mom. Just leave it to me. Now listen to this." Janet's plan involved using herself as a decoy. At first this made her mother nervous, but Sandra had become so sold on fucking Eric that she was ready to go along with anything to get the job done! And bizarre as it was, Janet's scheme seemed foolproof.

That evening Eric came home from basketball practice, dog tired until he ran into his sister and she suggestively told him, "Mom's off at church again tonight. We have the place to ourselves for at least a couple of hours. And you know what that means. Interested?"

Janet was rubbing against Eric. All she wore was a thin shift, with nothing underneath. Eric couldn't avoid feeling her tits, belly and thighs against his body. Neither could he avoid the hot blood which rushed between his legs when her crotch pressed below his waist. Sudden and throbbing, his hard-on bulged in his jeans.

She reached down and unzipped her brother's fly. A tug at his packed shorts, and his rigid prick surged into the open. Janet caught it between her thighs and squeezed, treating his column of cockmeat to the seductive warmth of her pussy.

"I can be out of this dress before you know it and naked in bed for you," Janet crooned. "All you have to do is say the magic word."

"F-fuck," Eric stammered on cue, as though his vocabulary were temporarily limited to this single term.

"That's the one, stud," Janet giggled.

Then she pulled away from her brother, beckoning him to follow her down the hall. As she moved toward the bedroom, her clothing was removed, playfully flung in Eric's face. By the time he'd peeled it away, Janet could be heard bouncing onto the mattress.

Stumbling through the doorway, Eric briefly halted his advance to drop his pants and lose his breath at the sight of his artfully posed sister. Nude, Janet had a leg up and bent at the knee, while the other one dangled over the edge of the bed. Her hand was at her crotch, where a single fingertip traced the pink slit of her otherwise hairy cunt.

"God, Sis, you're so beautiful," Eric gulped, his jutting cock twitching as he spoke.

"Flattery'll get you everywhere," Janet steamily replied. "But your big cock, where it counts, will get you even further."

Lurching toward the bed as if his hard-on were pulling him forward, Eric stopped with one last display of restraint. "Y-you sure Mom won't be back?" he nervously muttered.

"Of course, silly," Janet lied convincingly. "After all, I have as much to lose as you do if she ever caught us getting it on."

"Yeah, guess so," Eric agreed. "But it's not just us I'm worried about. You know how uptight about sex Mom is. It might kill her if she knew we were doing this."

"That's just the problem. Right now we're not doing anything! So, c'mon, let's give ourselves something to be guilty about. You can start by feeding me your fat cock to suck while you go down on my pussy."

"Yeah!" Eric gasped, the prospect of a sixty-nine ridding him of his caution.

He was quickly on the bed, kneeling astride his naked sister with his face lined up with her waiting crotch and his cock and balls poised above her face. The lips of his mouth met the lips of her cunt first, then Janet orally grabbed his prick to swallow it as fast as she could.

Now the sounds of male and female suction filled the room, with brother and sister hungrily giving one another head. Indeed, neither of them could have heard the muffled sounds of the front door being carefully opened and closed unless they were listening for it in advance. Eric, of course, wasn't. Janet, on the other hand, had been expecting it all along.

And in the living room, an intruder in her own home, Sandra Hall filled her lungs with as much air as they could hold to give herself a shot of courage. More crucial, though, was what happened between her legs. Spasming with desire, her excited pussy wouldn't let her turn back for anything.

Now Sandra walked toward the bedroom and what she knew she'd find there, Eric and Janet, her own son and daughter, getting it on.

There they were, rocking in a human cradle on the squeaking bed, their faces between one another's legs. Janet deep-throated Eric's cock. He ate her pussy. And so taken was she by the sight of her children sixty-fining in the flesh, Sandra had to struggle to remember her part in the scene she'd so carefully rehearsed before hand.

She started off haltingly, weakly clearing her throat as she stood in the doorway. There was no response from the sucking kids. She'd have to come on stronger than this, Sandra told herself. How would a normal mother react?

"My God!" Sandra blurted, jumping from the piercing shriek of her own voice.

On top of the sixty-nine, Eric bolted upright from the waist as though there were invisible wires attached to him. He faced directly toward Sandra, his astonished features glistening with Janet's pussy juice.

"M-Mom," he choked. "We-we can explain everything. Can't we, Sis?"

"Maybe you can," Janet rasped from below, after spitting out his cock. "But I'm getting my ass out of here before all hell breaks loose!"

She popped out from beneath her startled brother, leapt from the bed, and dashed by her mother, out the door. Once she was gone, Sandra fixed Eric with a chilling stare, freezing him on the bed while she closed the distance between them.

"Well, Son, I'm waiting," Sandra grimly said. "You said you could explain."

Eric hung his head in shame and admitted, "Guess I can't, Mom. It was just what it looked like between Sis and me."

"Well," Sandra said after a long pause, "at least you had enough sense to keep it in the family."

It caught Eric by surprise. "What?"

"You heard me."

Eric slowly looked up. His mother stood at the edge of the bed. And the expression of outrage and disgust which he expected to be twisting her face wasn't there. Instead, her eyes shined. She couldn't keep her tongue from licking her lips. Eric felt like he was dangling on a hook as he waited for her to speak again.

"Your sister took your cherry, didn't she, Son?" Sandra finally said.

Eric slowly nodded, his stomach churning in reaction to his mother's unexpected behavior. He'd been afraid she might even have a heart attack, but even that would have made him less uncomfortable than this. Where, he desperately wondered, was she coming from?

Sandra gave him more than a hint, when she purred, "Can't say I blame Janet." She was staring straight at her son's cock, now limp from fright but still a hunk.

Eric blushed. His hand automatically went to his crotch, covering his prickmeat. But his mother gently brushed it away.

"Can't say I'd blame myself," Sandra purred some more. "How did your sister do it, Son?"

Eric practically strangled on his own tongue. "Do wh-what?"

"Get your cock hard, Son," Sandra kept purring. "Get your cherry cock so hard that you couldn't keep it in your pants."

Eric had never heard this mother say anything like this before. It stunned him so much that he was surprised when he heard himself actually answer her.