Harry Stevens: Hot sister next door

"Help me!" she screamed. "In God's name, somebody – somebody please help me!"

And her plea was heard, just before her husband cracked her in the face again. The problem was by whom.

He was coming through the front door, slapping a ball into a baseball glove without a care in the world, when he heard it. He ran up the stairs, too ready to come to the rescue to experience any fear. Because as far as Randy Ryan was concerned, nobody was going to hurt his mom while he was around.

Not even his dad.

For it was his father Randy now confronted when he swung into the bedroom. His father was all over his naked mother as she struggled at the bonds which tied her to the bed.

"Get outta here, you damned punk!" Tom Ryan barked at his son, after his drooling face bobbed up from between Cindy's legs. "This is none of your business!"

"I'm making it my business!" the boy shot back, standing his ground with his fists clenched and fire in his eyes.

And abruptly, it was father rather than son who lost his nerve. All at once, Tom was white as a sheet. All Tom now cared about was getting out of the bedroom as fast as he could. He left in a streak, darting past his son so rapidly that Randy couldn't lay a hand on him.

His footsteps clattered down the stairs. The front door opened, then slammed. A moment later and the car was screeching out of the driveway, then roaring off down the street.

Unable to think of the right thing to say, Randy Ryan just stared at his captive mother. He'd seen flashes of her naked before when she was ducking in and out of the shower. But never like this, never with her legs spread, so he could look directly between them and see every detail of her hairy cunt.

Finally breaking the awkward silence, his mother asked him, "Aren't you going to untie me?"

Seeming not to hear her, Randy kept staring. He panted like a dog.

His mother followed the path of his gaze. They led straight to her cunt. Then, warily, Cindy glanced up at her son's crotch. It bulged.

"No," Cindy whispered to herself, as she studied the outline of his cock and balls in those tight jeans. "Not my own son."

"Yes," Randy whispered in reply, having overheard her. "I can't help myself, Mom. And there's nobody to stop me like I did Dad."

Cindy had never seen the boy's prick when it was hard. She did now. Randy pulled his cock out of his pants and its size took her breath away. Now Cindy was the one who couldn't help herself. All of a sudden her pussy leaked with desire for her hung son's stiff, young prick.

"You want it, Mom," Randy hissed with confidence. "I can see from your juicy cunt how much you want it."

How did he know, Cindy wondered, about the condition of an aroused cunt? Sure, there were pictures and dirty books which boys his age looked at, but unless he'd had experience with the real thing.

"That's right, Mom," Randy answered Cindy's unspoken question, "I'm not cherry."

He took off his shirt. Never before had Cindy noticed how broad his shoulders had become. There was even a wisp of hair on his chest. Yes, she excitedly thought, her little boy had grown up to the brink of manhood.

Now Randy unbuckled his belt and he dropped his jeans and shorts entirely, kicking them away along with his sneakers. He was nude, his wiry muscles rippling under his sleek skin.

"All right, I won't ask you who you've been with," Cindy said. "Won't ask you anything, except far one favor."

"Yeah?"

"Fuck me!" Cindy helplessly blurted out. And she wasn't really asking. She begged.

"When I'm ready," Randy shot back, clearly in charge and taking complete advantage of it. "But before you get my cock in your cunt, you've got to earn it."

If Cindy had closed her eyes, she could have easily imagined that it was her brother talking to her. What she'd just heard from Randy was eerily similar to what Brad had said to her on that fateful day so long ago.

However, there was a crucial difference in Cindy's mind between then and now. Although what had happened in the past signaled the end of something, today brimmed with the promise of something that was just beginning.

"Anything, darling. I'll do anything you want."

"Suck my cock, Mom!" Randy commanded.

"All you have to do is feed it to me, sweetheart," Cindy hungrily agreed. "I'll swallow as much of your beautiful, young cock as you'll let me take. And when you come in my mouth, I'll drink every drop of your sweet jizz."

"You talk a good game, Mom," Randy drawled, a totally different person than the one who had originally dashed to his mother's rescue just moments before. "Now let's find out how well you play it."

He got onto the bed, straddling Cindy as she remained tied to the bed. His prick was in his hand, his swollen cockhead just shy of his mother's face.

"Open wide, Mom," he ordered.

Cindy's mouth became a yawning cavern, inviting a cock-thrust down her throat. At last, her son's big prick surged down her throat. He had such a salty prick, Cindy immediately realized. It made her so thirsty for his turn. And now she began working to drain it from his balls.

Having traveled over every inch of her son's hard-on with its initial shove, Cindy's lips were clasped around the root. Quickly, though, they were sliding back and forth along his thick cockshaft. And within her mouth, her tongue slurped and squirmed around the rest of the cock.

Randy had to admit, "You're good, Mom. A born cocksucker. You just keep it up, and I'm gonna come plenty for you."

Cindy was thrilled by his praise. Nobody had ever said anything to her, in or out of bed, that made her feel better about herself. She just wished that her hands were free so she could add to the blowjob by squeezing her son's balls and fingerfucking his gritty, young ass.

But then again, she reasoned, being tied up was all part of the excitement, wasn't it? If she hadn't been helpless to begin with, she'd have never been available to Randy in the first place. Besides, she really didn't need her hands to work on her son's balls and ass. If only he'd let her, she could show him that sucking his cock wasn't all she could do with her mouth and tongue.

She was afraid to ask him, though. He might say no. So taking a chance and just going ahead and doing it on her own was the only alternative, with the hope that he wouldn't stop her.

All of a sudden Cindy released Randy's cock. But before he could complain, one of his balls was in her mouth, bathed in spit and caressed by her tongue.

"All right, I can dig it, Mom," Randy said. "Go as far as you want down there."

Cindy took the second ball in her mouth, along with the first. They were a load, but even so she drew them almost to her throat. And springing up between her face and his crotch, her son's cock throbbed with even more excitement than when it had been sucked directly.

Now she released her son's balls and moved into fresh territory. She licked the crack of Randy's ass, the area just hairy enough to tickle her tongue. The taste was sweaty, as salty as his cock and balls had been.

Then the flavor Cindy sampled was even sharper than sweat. For she had just probed Randy's asshole with the tip of her tongue. And seconds later, she had penetrated much deeper, rimming him.

"Can't take much more of this, Mom," the boy croaked. "Not without coming!"

Cindy immediately pulled her tongue from his ass. There was no way her son was going to shoot his wad without that sweet, young jizz pouring straight to her belly.

So it was back to his straining prick. She deep-throated it, applying all the suction she could manage.

"What a load!" Randy blurted, as his crotch bucked against his mother's face.

His cock was abruptly gushing. Rather than surfacing in separate spurts, his cum flowed in a continuous stream as though he was pissing down his mother's throat.