Kevin Sellers - Seduced by Mom

"Mom – oh Mom, that was – oh, shit!" Gasping, Joel slumped atop, her. With his cock still lodged in her pussy and oozing a last small droplet of jizz into her cunt, he groaned with a drained happiness not even Sammi's perky pussy had given him.

"Do… do you see what I mean?" Gloria managed at last, giggling weakly. "This, this is what a woman's cunt is for, dear. I hope. I hope you've learned your lesson."

Joel chuckled weakly. "I guess so. But you don't mind if we practice again sometime, do you? I mean, just so I don't forget?"

Gloria smiled, looking into her son's shining face. "Oh, we will, darling. Just as often as you want. After all, that's what mothers are for."

He'd never jerk off again, if she had anything to do about it!

"I did it!" Sammi burst into the kitchen, catching her mother in the midst of fixing supper. "I made the cheerleading squad! I was one of the very first choices!"

"That's wonderful, dear. I knew you would!" Gloria smiled, accepting her daughter's happy hug as she finished peeling a potato. "But you won't be in any shape for cheerleading if you keep missing meals! Now go clean up and tell Joel we're going to eat as soon as your father comes down from his shower. Now scoot!"

"I will." Sammi artfully dodged a playful swat on the rump and scooted, heading upstairs to tell Joel her good news.

She found him in his room, sprawled on the bed reading a book. Aglow with success Sammi bounced in, beaming. "I made it! I made the squad, Baby Brother!"

Taken by surprised he jerked around, then sat up with a grin. "So what else is new? I knew you'd get it the moment you started waving those in the coaches' faces."

His gaze fell with malicious intent on her bobbling tits, and Sammi rushed forward laughing and giddy with delight. "You're just jealous because I couldn't walk home with you the way we usually do. Well, I can fix that!"

Before he could do more than react with a startled gasp she knelt and nimbly plucked at the fasten of his jeans, her fingers deftly tearing it open and fishing out the limp veined length of his cock.

"Jesus!" Joel blurted, glancing wildly at the open bedroom door but making no effort to stop her. "Are you crazy or something? If we get caught – shit, I don't know what Dad'd do!"

Despite his fears his cock was already stiffening in anticipation under Sammi's fondling hands. She giggled, her joy mingling with sharp little twangs of lust. "Oh, don't worry about that. Wow, your cock looks good enough to eat! And it's been so long since I had any, I think I'll do just that… mumm!" Suddenly she swooped down, catching his inflamed prickhead between her moist eager lips and sucking it into her mouth.

"Hey, you're gonna get us killed! Oh shit, uhhh…"

Joel's yelp couldn't hide the twitches of pleasure that soared his cock upward into her warm wet mouth. Almost before she realized it Sammi's throat was filled with her brother's thrusting prick; more and more of it sliding across her pink flicking tongue.

"That's great, Sam, keep sucking! Yeah, more, more! Do it, Sis!"

His voice was gleeful as her head bobbed with increasing friction, sinking the tight hot clamp of her mouth onto his prick until its whole length was nearly out of sight.

She sucked furiously, clenching her thighs tight together to case the growing ache in her pussy as Joel's saliva-slickened cock sank in and out, digging deeper than ever up her throat.

Sammi's fingers squeezed his balls as if to milk them dry. She tasted the first small ooze of warning that leaked from his pisshole as he lurched and pulled her head down harder, and realized what it meant. That only made her suck harder.

"I'm gonna come!" he exploded, gasping. "Suck it, suck it good Sam! Yeah! Yeaahhhh!"

Joel writhed and hot, sticky blasts of jism poured into Sammi's mouth. She swallowed again and again, moaning and drinking her brother's load of cream with an intensity that ripped every drop from his tingling balls.

Heaving and hunching up to his sister's greedy mouth until he was totally drained, Joel finally slumped back on the bed with a happy chuckle. His shrinking pecker plopped from between her lips, soft and wet and reddened from her insatiable sucking.

"Oh fuck, that was great! You ought to make cheerleader every day!"

Smiling cheerfully and licking the last little traces of jizz from her lips, Sammi paused long enough to stick out her tongue at him. "I haven't done so badly yet, have I? At least I haven't heard you complaining much!"

He returned her smile, his prick lolling like tired sluggish worm. "Okay, okay. But just wait. You'll get yours one of these days!"

"You bet I will." Rising, she primly smoothed down her skirt and gave his drained cock a knowing look. "You're just getting off easy because it's almost supper, that's all. I'll be back to get mine before you know it!"

Joel laughed at that, looking forward to her determined promise.

Then, still warm and pleased at the feel of cum sloshing in her tummy, Sammi turned away haughtily and swept toward the bathroom to take her shower. The bathroom door was ajar, and she had already burst inside before she saw her father standing at the sink, shaving.

Sammi froze, her mouth dropping open.

At first Ben didn't realize he had company. Having just finished his own shower, busily scraping the day's whiskers off his lean face, he stood totally nude at the bathroom sink. Sammi's wide blue eyes took in his tanned, muscular body at a glance, fastening immediately at his hairy crotch.

Her father had a cock that made her eyes go even wider. It was huge! Dangling loosely from its thick nest of dark curls, it hung tantalizingly over the biggest balls she'd ever seen. All veined and fat and mushrooming into a big smooth knob that looked so enormous it made her jaws ache with sympathetic reaction, it was such an unexpected sight that she gasped.

Ben heard that gasp and his lathered face jerked around.

"Wha… Sammi!"

For an instant they both stood like that, each of them too startled to move.

Then, quickly forcing a pretense that nothing in the least unusual had happened, Sammi strode lightly forward. "Oh, hi, Dad. I didn't know you were still in here. I just came in to shower before supper, if that's all right with you."

Taken by complete surprise, Ben didn't know how to react. His first frantic impulse was to cover himself, but there were no towels handy and Sammi's casual attitude stopped him cold. He managed a weak grin.

"Sure, sure, hon. I was just about finished anyway. Just as soon as I'm done…"

But it was too late. Before he could even complete the sentence, Sammi was unembarrassedly peeling out of her top.

Like all her friends, she hadn't worn a bra to cheerleading tryouts. Ben's jaw dropped when his daughter's tits popped into view, their ripe cones jutting out as she arched to pull the top over her head and off.

Aware of his blank stare, Sammi felt her nipples harden and puff out in response.

"Hon," his voice croaked as she reached for the zipper of her skirt. "Don't you think you could at least wait until I'm done here? It won't take a minute, and, well…"

"Oh, that's all right, Dad." Ignoring his weak protest as if stripping in front of her father was something she did every day, Sammi wiggled out of her skirt and grasped her panties. "I don't mind if you don't. Besides, Mom told me to hurry. It's okay, isn't it?"

Ben didn't answer. He couldn't. Her actions were so normal and carefree that he felt a twinge of guilt at his own embarrassment, and a second twinge at the way his eyes fell across his daughter's supple body and drifted to her crotch.

At last, in a sound almost like a croak, he muttered, "I… uh, sure. Sure, hon. Of course it's all ri…"