David Crane - The family oral tradition

"Eat me out, Mom!" Wendy wailed. And, like a shark in a feeding frenzy, Laura dove on her daughter's fuckhole.

Jim was becoming impatient.

His cock was fully hard again, burning like a fuse and throbbing violently, over his loins.

Where in hell was Mom?

His balls were ballooning, over-inflating, and more pre-cum had already started to well up in his open pisshole and slide down the purple knob.

A creature of habit, the horny youth reached down and took his prick in his fist, automatically starting to jack himself off, as he had done so frequently and regularly in his virginal past.

Then he realized what he was doing and snatched his fist away in horror.

There was no way in hell that the boy wanted to waste a cum load by hand, now that his mother's hot mouth and tight cunt were available to him.

But where was she? he wondered, in desperation.

His cock hadn't been fully hard when she left the room, and now he thought that maybe she didn't realize that he was all set to go again.

It seemed the most likely possibility, since she obviously wanted to fuck and suck some more-and he was the only man in the house.

The fact that his mother might have gone to visit his sister never dawned on the teen. Why would it? He knew for a fact that his mother wasn't a lesbian, since she was a married lady, with children-and had demonstrated her love of pricks to him in no uncertain terms.

He listened, hoping to hear her approaching.

But what he heard, over the pounding of his own blood in his ears and the mighty hammering of his cock; was soft moaning and the sway of bedsprings.

He grabbed his cock, not to jack it off, but to stifle the roar of his blood in that anvil-hard prick. Yes, he was definitely hearing panting and sighing and whimpering and the rocking of a bed.

Holy cow! he thought, in dismay.

Mom must have figured that I couldn't get it up again! She must be fingerfucking herself in her bedroom! What a shame that would be!

He jumped up like a pole-vaulter, with his huge prick looming before his loins. Naked, he dashed from the room and ran down to the master bedroom.

He darted in, fully expecting to find his mother on her bed with her fingers stuffed up her cunt.

But the room was empty.

He stood just inside the doorway, frowning, puzzled and perturbed. He cocked his head, listening again. He could still hear those sounds of passion.

Then he thought that he understood.

It must be his sexy sister who was giving herself a handjob!

Mom must have gone downstairs and the girl thought she was alone upstairs and didn't have to worry about how much noise she made. What else could it be? He went back out and looked down the hallway. His sibling's bedroom door wasn't even closed and those fascinating sounds of frantic frolic was definitely emanating from there.

Jim grinned fiendishly.

The prospect of peeking on his sister as she gave her cunt a fingerfucking delighted him. He thought that he would watch for a while and then maybe he would go in and offer to finish the job for her. Now that he had already fucked his mother in mouth and cunt, Jim no longer felt constricted by the taboo of incest-and if his sister was game for it, he sure as hell was willing.

The boy tiptoed back down the hall, grinning wickedly.

He sneaked a look into Wendy's roam.

For a moment he just couldn't understand what was taking place on her bed. It was too astonishing to register on his mind.

He thought that his mother and sister must be having a wrestling match. Were they fighting in anger or simply fooling around? he wondered, vaguely.

And why were they both naked?

His mother seemed to be winning the match, pinning his sister down, he saw. He hoped the contest would end soon so that she could return to his room.

Then Wendy wailed, "Eat me out, Mom!" And Jim damned near fainted.

Laura lifted her daughter's loins up, holding her by the cheeks of her wriggling ass, and began to lick the girl's cunt hungrily.

"Oh! Ohhhh, Mom! Ohhhhhh!" the teenaged tart whined as that flashing tongue shot in.

Neither Laura nor Wendy realized that Jim was standing in the doorway, gaping in disbelief. But neither would have minded having him watch, either.

Jim was stunned. Why on earth would Mom be munching Wendy's pussy? The young man was getting a very interesting lesson as he looked on-starting to realize that no matter how feminine a female was and no matter how much they adored cocks, that had nothing to do with their instinctive enthusiasm about lapping each other's cunt!

Watching his mother dine was making the horny young man plenty hungry, himself.

But he was smart enough to know that, for the moment, his mother and sister would not want to have their distaff dalliance interrupted.

Despite his raging erection and swollen cumbags, Jim was willing to watch for a while, thrilled by the fascinating sight of incestuous oral love.

And they put on quite a show.

Laura used only her tongue, to begin with. She licked her daughter's unfurled cuntlips, lapped her inflamed clit and slurped deeply into her cream-soaked pink pussy. Her tawny head turned from side to side and she stabbed her lapper as deeply up that padded cunt chute as it would reach, tongue fucking with joy.

Then she began to suck, as well.

Fitting her parted lips to Wendy's swampy cunt, Laura started sucking as she continued to run her tongue in and out, French kissing her daughter's pussy as if it were a bearded mouth.

"Mom-Mom! Oh, holy shit!" Wendy gurgled, unable to believe how wonderful it felt to have her mother's hot mouth clamped on her cunt.

Her hips pistoned and her belly pumped as she ground her pussy on the woman's face. Laura was whimpering with cunt lapper's ecstasy, muff diver's delight. She always enjoyed a snack of hot cunt, but doing it to her own sexy, nubile daughter was giving her a boundless thrill.

Sucking off the girl, in a way, was even naughtier than blowing her son had been, because it was deviate, the thrill embellished by the lesbian love aspects. If she was corrupting and depraving her daughter, so much the better. She intended to do it a lot from now on, knowing that between her son and daughter she was going to be a very busy lady.

Her mouth might never be empty again.

Her lips were clamped to Wendy's cuntslot like a rubber plunger on a clogged drain, sucking in a frenzy on the rim as her lapper stuffed up the wet tunnel. Her mouth filled up with delicious cuntjuice. She spooned it out with her tongue and sucked it out with her lips, swallowing hungrily. Cunt cream dribbled down her chin.

She came up for air, her whole face glistening with pussy goo. She shoved her fat tits out and rubbed the stiff peaks in the girl's sodden cunt and against her swollen clit, then dove down tongue-first again.

Wendy closed her sleek thighs around Laura's head for a moment, clamping her face in a velvet vise. But there was no reason to hold her captive in that steaming crotch. Her mouth was glued to her daughter's cunt by a paste of saliva blended with cuntjuice.

Wendy flung her legs wide apart again, letting her mother wallow at will in her sloppy pussy. She jerked her knees up and kicked at the air, pawing and pedaling.

Laura tipped the girl's slim pelvis up, drinking from her cunt as it it were a chalice that she was draining to the sweet dregs.

"Cum-cream my mouth!" the woman moaned, her words muffled on her daughter's cunt, each syllable dripping and bubbling in her pussy. "Mom's hungry for your cunt cream, baby-feed me the fucking foam!"

Wendy gurgled and gasped and groaned. Her sinuous body arched and bowed, undulating sensually as she ground her cunt on that adoring mouth.