Bob Ellis - The family eats out

As if the licking and kissing of her legs had deserved a reward, Carol stretched the waistband of her panties and pulled them down over her curving hips. Ron perked up and stared as a tuft of pubic hair came into view. Carol drew the panties all the way down, throwing them aside. When she sat back down, legs primly together, she quickly took off her garter belt and waited, naked, for her son to come to her.

Ron kissed and nibbled all over the freshly exposed area, burying his face in his mother's pubic bush. After a time, Carol seemed to relent, to be weakened to the point of giving in to anything. She lay back on the bed, across its width and spread her legs. She drew her feet up onto the ridge of the frame, much as May Williams had done with her brother Frank, and Ron moved quickly into position.

He was still on his knees, but he had raised up far enough to be able to get his face into his mother's muff. She had reached down and spread the lips of her cunt with her fingers, and from where Fanny knelt watching through the keyhole, she could see the hole before Ron's face suddenly obstructed the view.

Ron's head was rocking now, as he lapped away at his mother's cunt. She must have been lubricating like mad, because Fanny could see droplets of gunk flying. Carol began to moan aloud, and Fanny could hear her sighs of pleasure through the door. Fanny was almost equally aroused. She placed her hand under her skirt, wiggled a finger under the leg and of her panties and snaked it up into her moist pussy.

As she frigged away at her cunt, she watched the action in the bedroom. Carol was crying out, "My clit. My clit," and directing her son's tongue to the little love button with her finger. Ron had apparently found it because as he sucked away, his mother threw her head back and her moans filled the hall where Fanny knelt in rapture, "O-h-h-h," Carol cried out. "O-h-h-h. Ron. Ron. Ron. I love it, Ron. I love it."

As Ron lapped her cunt, it was obvious that Carol was in the throes of an orgasm. She threw her head back and forth, and her bosom rose and fell violently. Fanny could see that her mother's nipples were standing tall and hard on her big tits and a pink flush came over her chest. A thrill of orgasm shot through Fanny as she hit her own love button, and the sight of her brother cunt-lapping her mother to orgasm put her over the top.

"M-m-m-m," she sighed softly to herself, as her eyes dropped closed for a few seconds and she grooved on the feelings that coursed through her body, from her cunt to her tits, sweeping her up in a torrent of sexual pleasure.

After a time she opened her eyes once more and stared through the keyhole again. She saw that Ron was standing now, lowering his pants. Carol lay back on the bed. She seemed to be in another world. Her nipples had returned to their normal state.

Ron was now naked, and his cock stood hard and rigid. As Fanny watched, her brother moved between her mother's legs, leaned over the bed and inserted his cock in her cunt. He nudged the hard knob between the pink lips of her quim, then set his hands on the bed on either side of her body and eased downward. As Ron lowered his body, his huge tool burrowed into his mother's vagina.

Fanny grinned at the sight. Ron had done it. He was fucking his mother. Suddenly she realized that everything would be all right in the Jones household once more. It had all happened in a storm of passion during the last few days. First her father had fucked her, and then she had seduced her brother. Now Ron was shoving his dick into their mother's cunt. It was all too fantastic to believe.

As the girl watched, Ron began to hump in and out of his mother's slot. His bare ass was in the air, white and hairy, jabbing with the motion of his powerful fuck. Fanny watched for some time, wishing she could be in the room. She heard her mother crying out, "Oh, Ron! Fuck me harder, Son. Ohhhhh. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. I love it, Ron."

Fanny decided her father should see this, so she got up off her knees and hurried down to the living room. Her dad still sat slumped on the couch, sad and forlorn. He didn't even raise his eyes as she entered the room.

"Dad," she said excitedly. "Hurry up to the bedroom. You have to see this. Ron is fucking Mom."

"W-what? I…"

"It's true. C'mon up and see for yourself. Everything's okay now."

Nelson jumped up off the couch and patted his daughter on the arm as he ran past. Soon he was kneeling at the closed door to his bedroom. He peered inside, and then gave a start. He watched for a few seconds, and then he rose and opened the door quietly.

Anxiously, Fanny peered over his shoulder as he took a tentative and silent step into the room. She saw that Ron was fucking the hell out of his mother, humping up and down, his ass stabbing the air madly now. The couple was oblivious to the intruders.

Fanny and her father stood there watching. Ron was doing a great job on his mother. He was pounding her wildly, and as Fanny moved slightly to one side to get a better view, she saw Ron's big cock ramming in and out of her mother's cunt. The young stud was in a fever pitch now, rutting away at his mother. His cock was gorged with his blood, thickened to the size of a salami, spreading the pussy to its widest and whaling in and out of it with tremendous power.

Neither Fanny nor her father moved now, as the young man pounded and pounded into Carol's cunt. Dribbles of her fluid came out each time he withdrew. The bed was wet beneath the spot where cock entered cunt, and the smell of rutting filled the air. Carol's cries were rising again, and soon they filled the air as well.

"Ohhhh," she groaned as she dug her fingernails into her son's back. "Ahhh. Ohhh. Ooooooo." She was reaching another orgasmic peak, and suddenly she threw her legs in the air and wrapped them around Ron's back. "Harder," she yelled. "Fuck me harder. I'm going to come. Fuck me as hard as you can. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."

Ron did as he was told, reaming his thick bone in and out of his mother's sopping and steaming cunt as hard and as fast as he could. He pistoned away, banging her furiously, his pubic flesh slapping loudly against hers, his cause breathing drowning out her moans, his back glistening with sweat.

"Fuck her, Ron," Nelson said in a low voice, as if proud of his boy's achievements, as if quietly rooting him on. "Fuck her. Keep fucking her like that," he added, "She's going to come."

Sure enough, it was plain that Carol was again in the throes of an orgasm. Her shriek tore from her lips, shattering the room with its shrill power. She was humping her whole body up to meet the downward thrusts of her son, and the two of them were like a couple of animals, thrusting and pounding wildly, uncontrollably.

Suddenly Ron began to come. Fanny could hear his breathing become a rasp, and his body motion become a series of jerking spasms. Each time he raised his ass high in the air, she saw an ooze of creamy spunk stream gut of her mother's cunt and ripple down her skin to the sheet. Ron slammed his cock dawn her gaping pussy several times more, pumping out additional slimy ooze.

It was like watching a reciprocating pump, as the thick tool reamed the chute, withdrawing fluid on each upstroke, applying pressure on each downward plunge. Fanny felt the tickling feeling return to her clit at the erotic sight. Ron's balls were tight up to the root of his bone, giving her a clear view of his massive hard-on as it rammed in and out of the cunt.

Finally, Ron seemed to collapse over his mother, and the two of them lay in each other's arms, panting and gasping for breath. Carol let her legs slide limply to the bed. Her grip on his back loosened also, and when she took her hands away, Fanny saw dark red marks where she had gripped his flesh for dear life. Carol began to stroke her son's broad and sweating back, the gentle caresses of a mother.