David Crane: The family oral tradition

She wouldn't have minded if Jim had spied on her when she was fingerfucking herself, either. It would have only added to the pleasure.

But the girl was a bit embarrassed about using the dildo, both because she had filched it from Mom and also because her brother might be naive and believe that she had to use a vibrator because she couldn't get any real prick. She didn't want him to think she needed a substitute cock.

So, playing with her pussy lightly, just to keep it simmering for later, she waited for a while.

Laura came back upstairs, still wearing only a light, semi-transparent negligee. She wasn't taking any care to be quiet and certainly had no plans to do any spying on either of her kids.

It just worked out that way.

As she approached the bathroom door, she heard a guttural, grunting sound. She cocked her head, listening-and heard the skimming sound of a palm on a prick.

Fascinated, she tiptoed closer.

The bathroom door had been conveniently left ajar and she sneaked a peek in.

And when she saw what her naked son was doing, she had to stifle a gasp.

But she didn't stifle it enough, and Jim, who had been listening for just such a telltale sound, grinned, baring his teeth ferociously.

He assumed, of course, that it was his nubile kid sister who was watching him. He slowed his fist, waiting to see if she would say or do anything-if she would reveal herself or depart-or simply keep looking.

Wanking while being watched made it a whole lot more exciting for Jim. Pretending to be unaware of her peeking presence, he turned slightly so that she could get a real good view of his prick. Jim had a whopper and he was proud of it and knew Sis would be impressed.

He began to pump up and down his cockshaft, skinning the fat head out as he yanked back.

He was delighted to hear heavy breathing coming from the open door and to know that he was turning his sister on by his cock display. He was even tempted to ask her if she wanted to come in and watch from closer up. But he wasn't sure how she might react to that naughty suggestion and didn't want to take a chance on driving her away.

Besides, he was surging to the crest.

Pre-cum was pouring out, turning his cock into a greasy tube. His fist skimmed up and down on the self-lubricating prick as he stoked it vigorously. The heel of his hand hit his balls on the downstroke and then the web between his thumb and index finger skimmed up to his knob.

He rose onto his toes and hiked his ass up so that his prick was aimed into the basin. His left hand squeezed on his bloated cumbags gently, and his right hand jacked with vigor up and down his shaft.

He felt his balls go off in his palm.

He grimaced and gasped as his thick prick jolted. Then his juice was spraying into the sink in a creamy cascade. He shot off as he pumped back on his cock, then squirted more out as his fist flew up, cumming on the recoil.

This was having a profound effect on his mom.

Laura was whimpering, her eyes glowing as if opaquely flashing with the fevered inferno that was raging in her mind. She was licking her lips and her pussy had staffed to seethe between her legs.

Watching her teenaged son jerking off was even more thrilling than giving her brother that exciting handjob, once upon a time. Her gaze was glued to his groin. Laura couldn't have walked away if she'd wanted to, pinned on his prick like a butterfly on a board.

Jim kept hosing off lavishly. His cum looked as thick and creamy as condensed milk to his mother's ardent eyes. The stuff was swirling around in the bottom of the basin, a gooey pool sloshing around over the plugged drain and lapping at the sides of the porcelain bowl.

At last he finished, with a satisfied grunt.

He held his cock out and tightened his grip, pulling up slowly, as if he were coaxing the last drops out of a tube of toothpaste.

He grinned, pleased and proud of the magnitude of his spending. He hadn't even come close to filling up the basin, certainly-but he had spilled out an incredible amount of steaming spunk.

He hoped Sis was suitably impressed.

Then, leering, he turned to look at her.

And saw his mother staring at him!

Jim let out a horrified bleat.

He blushed furiously, so shacked that he just stood there for a moment, with his softening cock in his open palm as if he were handing it to her.

Then he spun away in dismay.

Laura was trying to smile, wanting to show the pitiful boy that she wasn't angry or disgusted, to reassure him that his behavior was normal. But it was hard to smile with her lips drooling and her tongue steaming.

"Don't be embarrassed, honey," she said.

Jim could only bleat again. He was crouching over his prick as if defending it, as if it were a loose football he had pounced on after a fumble.

"It's nothing to be ashamed about, darling," Laura assured him, sounding a lot calmer than she felt. "All boys your age have to do it."

Jim was a bit relieved by her tolerant and understanding attitude, but he was still deeply ashamed, as a young man usually is when his mother catches him beating his meat.

He gave her a baleful look.

"I see that you have a lovely big cock, darling-just like your daddy," she said.

But he was too distraught to catch the hidden significance in those maternal words.

"And so much cum!" she added, her eyes widening.

Jim figured she was only trying to put him more at ease by speaking so casually about it, as if it were a normal subject of conversation. But he couldn't help but feel mortified and failed to see how excited she looked.

Still blushing and stammering, he brushed past her. She arched slightly, so that her fat tit rubbed against his arm as he moved through the doorway, but that, too, failed to register on his awareness.

With his head lowered in shame and his cock drooping now, Jim went back to his bedroom and closed the door. He fell across his bed, feeling that he must be in disgrace and wondering how he could ever summon up the nerve to leave his room and face his mother again.

But he didn't have to.

Laura came to his room, presently.

But other things transpired first.

Laura stepped into the bathroom, and, unlike her son, she closed the door behind her. On trembling legs, she moved up to the sink.

Jim had neglected to pull the plug in his shock and shame, and his cum was still contained in the basin, starting to congeal in the bowl.

She leaned oh the rim of the basin and stared down at her son's spilled spunk in awe.

The stuff was white and foamy and frothy.

If she hadn't known better she would have thought that someone had spilled a bottle of shampoo into the basin.

She inhaled the starchy aroma rising from the bowl and shuddered, tantalized.

Was Jim a virgin? she wondered. Was that cherry jizz in the basin?

Laura couldn't help herself.

She just had to taste it.

She stirred her fingertip through the thickening pool and raised her hand to her lips. Her lapper flicked out and she licked her finger.

"Oooooh! " she moaned as the succulence of his spunk registered on her tastebuds. It reminded her again of her brother and how she had licked her hands after she had frigged him off. But somehow, with her own son, it seemed even more sinful and sordid.

Laura felt deliciously depraved.

She lowered her hand and this time she scooped up a painful of the spilled spunk. Cupping her palm, she lapped it up hungrily. Then she bent right down and lowered her face into the sink.

She licked the bowl clean!

Laura was hot as a two dollar pistol now. Her cunt was horny and her mouth was hungry. Lapping up his jizz had only whetted her appetite. She leaned against the sink, swaying, her mind tumbling with fierce emotions.