Bob Ellis - The family eats out

Ron shrugged again, but got up from the couch and started for the stain. "I guess it's worth a try," he said. "I'll go up there to console Mom, and if anything comes of it I'll know how to play it."

"I'd like to see how this works out," Fanny said to her father. "You'd better stay here. It's you that Mom's mad at…" She followed her brother up the stairs, silently, and thought about the peekhole the Williams family in their hall closet. Too bad there wasn't a similar one in the Jones family hall. Still, she could look through the keyhole – as she had sometimes done when she was a little girl – and maybe she'd get some kind of an idea what was going on in there.

As she knelt at the closed door and peeked through the tiny spot of light, she heard voices from within. Ron was sitting on the bed consoling his mother, and his arm was around her. Fanny held her breath and peered through the hole.

The next thing she saw was that Ron had kissed his mother, first on one wet, tear-stained cheek, but then on the lips.

She turned to him and they embraced, and there was more kissing than Fanny would have expected. Ron was seducing his mother! A thrill of excitement shot through Fanny, and shivers went up her spine. The very idea of it. Her own brother making love to her own mother. True, they were just hugging and kissing, but the way Ron operated, much more was bound to follow.

As Fanny watched, her hopes came true. It wasn't long before Ron was unbuttoning the front of his mother's blouse. "Don't, Ron," she seemed to be saying, as her muffled voice came through the thin door panel. "Oh, Ron."

Fanny was getting aroused now, as the fullness of her mother's bosom came into view. The white lace of her bra cups was now visible. This was exciting, like watching May and Frank Williams fucking next door. Watching was almost more fun than doing it. Fanny's cunt was hot and wet. She'd been turned on by her father's cunt-lapping, and he hadn't gotten her off again as she had anticipated. Her mother had barged in on them, but this was even more titillating to Fanny than her dad's tongue in her cunt.

Ron had his mother's blouse completely open now, and he was massaging her breasts through her bra. Each time he pushed upward on one tit, it bulged above the top of the lacy cup, seeming even more full and voluptuous than it was.

And Carol Jones had big breasts to begin with.

Ron managed to slip her blouse off over her shoulders, and then he tossed it aside. Carol was sitting there, breathing heavily, making no attempt to cover her bra-clad bosom. Ron gazed at her, then ran his hands all over her shoulders and arms, her waist and tits. He wrapped his arms about her, caressed her back and drew her to him. They hugged and kissed some more, Carol putting her cheek against her son's and closing her eyes with pleasure. She wasn't crying anymore.

Fanny watched with pleasure of her own. Her brother was apparently undoing his mother's bra strap behind her back, because he seemed to be fiddling with it. Finally, his mother drew back from him with a smile on her face. She said something Fanny couldn't hear and Ron took his hands away. Fanny thought that might be it, but her disappointment proved short-lived. Her mother reached behind her back and quickly undid her bra. As Ron stared at her chest, she removed the bra and tossed it aside.

She sat on the bed with her shoulders back, her movement just enough to make her immense breasts sway tantalizingly. Each melon was round and firm, riding high on her chest, smooth-skinned and creamy white. Fanny felt a pang of envy. Her own boobs were fine, but her mother had a more sensuous pair. Ron watched for just so long, and then he dove in. Grabbing the big teats with both hands, he pressed his face into the cleavage and rolled his head around. He [missing text].

And Carol Jones had big breasts to begin with.

Ron managed to slip her blouse off over her shoulders, and then he tossed it aside. Carol was sitting there, breathing heavily, making no attempt to cover her bra-clad bosom. Ron gazed at her, then ran his hands all over her shoulders and arms, her waist and tits. He wrapped his arms about her, caressed her back and drew her to him. They hugged and kissed some more, Carol putting her cheek against her son's and closing her eyes with pleasure. She wasn't crying anymore.

Fanny watched with pleasure of her own. Her brother was apparently undoing his mother's bra strap behind her back, because he seemed to be fiddling with it. Finally, his mother drew back from him with a smile on her face. She said something Fanny couldn't hear and Ron took his hands away. Fanny thought that might be it, but her disappointment proved short-lived. Her mother reached behind her back and quickly undid her bra. As Ron stared at her chest, she removed the bra and tossed it aside.

She sat on the bed with her shoulders back, her movement just enough to make her immense breasts sway tantalizingly. Each melon was round and firm, riding high on her chest, smooth-skinned and creamy white. Fanny felt a pang of envy. Her own boobs were fine, but her mother had a more sensuous pair. Ron watched for just so long, and then he dove in. Grabbing the big teats with both hands, he pressed his face into the cleavage and rolled his head around. He to let him pull it to the floor. As soon as Ron had thrown the slip away, he reached for his mother's panty clad hips and buried his face in the satiny material just above the crotch. His mother's belly was nearly flat, but swelled just sensuously enough to make it a natural target for his kisses.

Fire raced through his sister's cunt as she watched on her knees through the keyhole. Suddenly she wished she was married and had a grown son. A son like Ron. She wished that she could be in her mother's place right now – stripped to her panties and nylons and being kissed on the belly by a handsome and hard-cocked son. The intimacy of the situation was vastly increased in her mind by the fact that it was mother and son she was watching, not just any two people.

Ron was rubbing his hands all over his mother's underpanties. He reached around and caressed her large but firm and pear-shaped backside. He kissed all over the surface of her panties, then drew his head back and reached for the waistband. His mother's hands stopped him, and Fanny could see that she was hesitant. Perhaps she thought it was wrong for a boy to see his mother's cunt. Fanny knew that his mother was as hot-pussied as she was at that moment, because the crotch of Carol's panties were wet, just like the crotch of her own.

Ron dropped his hands to his mother's thighs and concentrated his efforts there. He rubbed and kissed the soft flesh, toyed with the garters that came out from under her pants. Fanny's brother ran his fingers over the wide welts of the nylon stockings, relishing every inch. His mother undid both garters, and Ron took his cue from that. He began to roll down the nylons, as Carol lifted first one thigh and then the other from the bed.

Ron pulled the stockings down and off. Ron kissed the full length of one leg, from the leg-hole of the panties down to the tips of his mother's toes, and then he kissed all the way up again.

"I like that," Fanny heard her mother say distinctly, and she saw the older woman pat her brother on the back of the neck. Ron again took his cue from his mother. He switched to the other thigh and began licking slowly and sensuously downward. He left a trail of spittle on the smooth flesh as he licked between the digits, then sucked the big toe and began licking his way back up to her thigh. Carol laughed, and the sound of her pleasure could be heard right through the thin panel of the door that hid her daughter.

He sure is good, Fanny thought to herself, and she reflected back on the sex she had enjoyed with Ron. Ron seemed to be even more attentive to his mother. He seemed to be enjoying himself even more than he had with his sister. Fanny was younger than Carol, of course, and she thought she was more attractive. Yet, there was something about making love to his mother that seemed to be turning Ron to a regular sex maniac. Fanny's thoughts drifted to the sex bout with her father that had been interrupted earlier that evening. She realized that she'd dug her dad even more than she had dug her brother. Ron was younger and better-looking too, but there was that certain something about making it with her own father. It wasn't just how experienced and skilful he was. There was something more to it than that. It was simply that he was her father. Every girl wants to get fucked by her father, and every boy wants to stick his cock in his mother's cunt. More than ever, as Fanny watched Ron nibbling at his mother's thigh, she was sure of it.