David Crane: The family oral tradition

"Ooooh! Don't stop!" she moaned.

But mad had been too overheated to endure. He shot out a lot of spunk, but it all came out at once, drenching her cheek and chin and soaking her hand.

Then he slumped back, panting heavily, an idiotic grin on his face.

Laura kept on pumping away, but her brother's cock was already starting to sag and soften and his cumbags were slack and deflated at the roots.

She drew back and watched his prick collapse, dropping down along his twitching thigh.

"Was-was that nice, Thad?" she whispered. "Jeez, Sis-that was swell!" he said. He gave her a smile of gratitude-devoid, now, of lust.

"Thanks a lot," he added.

Then, to Laura's keen disappointment, her brother got up and fumbled his diminished cock and spent balls back into his pants, zippering them up.

He looked mildly sheepish for what they had done, now that it was over and the pressure was off.

He flashed her another conspiratorial smile, then turned and walked into the house-leaving Laura sitting there, alone and frustrated.

Damn! she thought.

The selfish son of a bitch could have at least returned the favor with a fingerfucking!

Jerking him off had been lots of fun, but she sure as hell would have liked more. She held her hand up and gazed at it wistfully. Spunk had formed a gooey pool in her palm and frosted her fingers.

She stuck her tongue out and began to lap the jizz up from her palm like a kitten at a cream bowl. She stuck her fingers into her mouth and sucked them as if they were a prick. The flavor of cum made her tastebuds tingle.

Then the teenager yanked her short skirt up and dipped her hand down inside her bikini panties. She began to fingerfuck her cunthole and rub her clit. Her brother's cum soaked into her pussy from her fingers.

She would rather have had it straight from his prick!

Seething with need and discontent, Laura frigged herself to a foaming frenzy, cumming heavily. She felt better after she creamed.

But she was still frustrated.

And her incestuous desire endured. After that evening, Laura was always hoping for a chance to fool around with her older brother again- and in far more serious ways than just playing with his prick.

But he didn't know that.

And the opportunity never came.

That was once upon a time.

Laura, as gorgeous and sexy now in her late thirties, as she had been as a nubile teenager, woke up and stretched languidly. She had been dreaming about her brother, as she so often did. She was a happily married woman with kids of her own now, yet she had never been able to forget-nor to stop frequently fantasizing about-that time when she had jerked Thad off on the front porch.

She was pleasantly stimulated this morning.

Rod, her handsome, well-hung husband, was still asleep in the big bed beside her.

She glanced at the clock on the bedside table, hoping that there would be time for a morning fuck before Rod had to leave for work.

There was, if they didn't prolong it.

Then she listened for signs of life. Laura was a loud sort of cummer and was unable to contain the sounds of pleasure when she got screwed to a crest, so she was listening to make sure that the kids were still sleeping and unlikely to overhear parental passion.

She heard no one moving about and figured they could have a fuck as long as she didn't make too damned much noise in the process.

She gently pulled the covers down and, reclining on one elbow, gazed lustfully at Rod's loins. His cock was limp, but still impressive, looping down his leg in a thick, meaty coil, heavy headed and seamed with dark veins.

His big balls, although not bloated by excitement, were fat and solid. He'd emptied them into her the night before, but he was a virile guy and they had filed up nicely again during the night.

Vowing not to make too much noise in her passion, Laura reached for his cock.

As it happened, both of her kids were already awake-and confronted with the same sort of problem that their mother was concerned with-noise.

Teenaged Jim was lying on top of the covers, contemplating his cock. He had awoken with a booming hard-on, as usual, and now he was regarding it balefully, wondering if he should toss himself off on the spot, or wait until his parents and sister had gone down to breakfast.

He knew that he always gasped quite loudly when he shot his wad off. He felt guilty about his frequent self-abuse, even worried that someone might hear his cock hissing through his skimming fist or his fuckjuice sloshing in his cumbags or splashing when he spilled it off.

He decided to wait-if he could bear it.

His sister Wendy was also awake and she had the same problem, but to a higher degree. The day before, she had sneaked into the master bedroom and found her mother's cock-shaped vibrator where the woman kept it hidden in her panty drawer. Wendy had brought the big tool back to her own room, but she hadn't had a chance to use it yet.

It made too much noise.

She had dropped her panties and fitted the dildo in her cunt, getting ready for a lovely vibrator fuck but when she thumbed the switch and activated the battery-operated device, it began to buzz loudly.

Startled, she had switched it off again.

Now she, like her brother, was lying quietly, waiting for the rest of the family to go downstairs so that she could vibrate her cunt to foam.

Wendy was a curvaceous girl who looked a lot like her mother had as a teenager and had certainly inherited Laura's lustful inclinations.

She was rubbing the dildo against her plump tits, nudging it up through her cleavage and playing the bulging knob against her nipples.

She gazed at it affectionately. It was a large and realistically fashioned tool, with a flaring cock-knob and ridges up the stalk.

It occurred to the girl that she could fuck herself with it without switching it on, the way she sometimes fucked herself with a sausage or a banana..

But it seemed a shame to use it as an inanimate object, when it had battery-powered potential, and she decided to bide her time, suffering her smoldering pussy until she got the chance to use the tool properly.

As she waited, she licked the dildo, then pushed it into her lips and sucked, pretending that it was a flesh and blood-and spunk-cock.

The vibrator tasted very interesting. Wendy pressed her nose to the knob and sniffed, then licked it again. It was fragrant and yummy.

Holy shit! she thought.

PU bet that Mom put it away without washing it, the last time she fucked herself!

The idea delighted the sexy mini and she began to suck on the cock hungrily, really turned on by the thought that she might be tasting her mother's creamy cunt.

The creamy cunt in question was spilling out plenty of girl goo at the moment, as Laura began to play with her sleeping spouse's sex tackle.

She fondled his balls and stroked his prick and that whopper began to swell and stiffen. He stirred and moaned in his slumber.

I bet he's having a lovely dream, Laura surmised. She was sorely tempted to make it a wet dream-to milk him off while he continued to sleep. It was a thing that she dearly loved to do, taking him into her soft, wet mouth and nursing ibis jizz out as he tossed and turned in slumber. If it had been a weekend, she would have.

But, as much as she loved doing it, she knew it would be frustrating today, since he would have to go to work soon and she would be left frustrated.

Since they would only have time to cum once-and quite quickly, as well-she knew that it would be better to get her rocks off at the same time that he did.

She bent over his loins, her blonde hair tumbling over her cheeks. She licked the head of his prick, then drew it into her mouth and sucked softly and skillfully, completing the hardening and swelling she had started by hand.