David Crane: The family oral tradition

But the girl didn't know just how soon her lustful longing was going to be fulfilled.

Then she rolled onto her side, her ass towards the looking glass. Whimpering, she frigged the vibrator up and down in the tight crack between her trim asscheeks. Then she tilted her wrist and gently nudged the buzzing cockhead into her shithole.

Her asshole sucked on the tool as she pushed it in and pulled it out, feeding almost half of it up into her snug back passage. She squirmed and wriggled as she buggered her ass, wishing that she had two dildos so that she could stuff both holes at the same time.

She brought the soiled device back to her mouth and licked her ass juices from it greedily. She poked a finger up her shithole, then sucked on it, enjoying a taste of fudge slot as an anal appetizer.

Her pussy was smoldering and overflowing by this time, and it was time to fuck herself conclusively. But although the ensuing action would be limited to her cunt, she longed for variety and changed positions.

She fucked herself all over the bed in a frenzy, taking the substitute cock from all angles.

She lay on her back with her knees raised up and fucked herself in the missionary position for awhile, stuffing the dildo in to the hilt and pumping plenty of foaming female juice from her slot.

Then she knelt upright and shoved it up her cunt from below, as if she were riding on a guy's rampant prick. Her ass churned and her hips pumped like pistons. Pussy juice streamed down her thighs.

She rolled over onto her hands and knees and fed it up her fuckhole from behind, as if she were getting doggy-fucked, her ass hiked up high on trembling thighs.

Because she was giving her cunt time to recede from the crest each time she paused to change her position, Wendy was making her fun last for a long time. She altered the pace and the tempo and changed the angles. She stabbed in fast for a few strokes, then fed it up her pussy with slow, steady thrusts. Her cunt was fucking hard. As she dragged the cock out, her pussy lips distended, as if she were pulling her cunt inside out.

Her wrist twisted as she plowed in from different angles, pumping in from above, then levering the cock over the fulcrum of her clit. She packed it in so far that the thick hilt damned near disappeared, and all of the vibrant thing was humming in her cunt chute..

She couldn't hold her cumming back much longer by this time. Her cunt was turning to goo. She rolled onto her back again and tilted her groin up. Holding the dildo like a club, she began to slain it savagely into her steaming pussy, pumping her pelvis in a wild fucking motion.

It sank in with a wet slurp and pulled back out with a juicy squish as her pussy sucked on it. Her whole crotch was awash with cream now. It looked as if she had spilled a milk shake in her lap. Thick, frothy ribbons trickled down her thighs and soaked into the crack of her ass. A damp, sticky pool was spreading out on the bed under her haunches as her seepage spilled from her groin.

"Ohhhhh! Oooohh!" she whimpered, as the thrills began to jolt her loins. Her nipples were swelling enormously and her clit echoed that inflation.

The flow from her fuckhole was getting hotter and thicker and richer as her cuntjuice turned to girl cum. Her clit stood out like a stump in a pool of quicksand.

She drove the cock in and moaned as it bottomed out in her boiling cunt.

Laura was breathing hard, inhaling the spicy pussy perfume that was permeating the bedroom and wafting to the open door in fragrant waves. Her nose as well as her eyes told the woman that her nubile daughter was cumming.

Laura's tongue was as hot as her clit as she gazed hungrily at her daughter's pussy. That creamy confection looked so delectable that she was drooling, saliva spilling heavily from her lips and running down her chin.

Wendy beat the dildo in violently and her ass and hips whipped in a wild horizontal gavotte. Her fist drummed on her crotch as she buried the prick to the hilt, stabbing herself as if she were committing suicide. The cunt cum was spraying out of her now, spurting out almost as if she were a man shooting his spunk off.

Her knees jerked up and her feet kicked in the air as she rolled her cunt up and shoveled the vibrator in and out in a creaming convulsion.

She held at the heights for a while, then began to slow down, frigging her fuckhole gently, through the slow spiral of her descent.

Finished, she lay back with a blissful smile on her lips and a dreamy look in her eyes. The vibrator was still stuck up her pussy and cunt cum was oozing out like paste around the fat hilt of the prick.

She reached down and fumbled in her grain, then drew her hand up to her face and began to lap up her cum cream from her palm and fingers.

Laura damned near walked in then. Her tongue was sticking out as if it were being drawn by magnetism to her daughter's perfumed pussy.

But she resisted the urge, not knowing for sure how Wendy might react.

Just because the sexy girl like to taste her own cunt didn't necessarily mean that she would be game to have her mom gobble in her pussy. It would be a sordid combination of incest and lesbian lovemaking-and embarrassing as hell if the girl were to decline.

It was the sort of thing that Laura figured she would have to work up to gradually, with hints and suggestions and seductive innuendoes leading to the loin lunch that she was longing so lasciviously for.

But, at the moment, Laura was so hot and horny that she had to have something.

Naturally, her thoughts returned to her son.

Despite his feelings of guilt and shame, Jim had a stiff prick again already. It had been embarrassing to have his mother see him beating his meat and spurting off his spunk, certainly-yet knowing she had been watching when he shot his bolt was disturbingly stimulating, too.

In the sanctuary of his own bedroom, Jim decided to empty his balls again.

He knew that he would be thinking about his mother as he surged to the creamy crest, inflaming his loins by his fevered imagination.

He closed his eyes and simultaneously closed his fist around his vibrant cock, grimacing at the pleasant sensation it brought to him.

Summoning up a vision of his voluptuous mother, he began to stroke his prick.

After a few strokes, he decided it was better to look at his prick while he frigged it and he opened his eyes. He was still fantasizing about Laura, and when he saw her standing at the foot of his bed, for a moment he thought that it was only a vision summoned up by his mind.

Then he realized that she had entered his bedroom while his eyes were closed.

Oh, jeez! he thought in dismay.

He had been caught pulling his prick twice, within the hour! Naturally, he was aghast and abashed and flustered. Unable to conceive of a single thing to say under the circumstances, he simply gaped dumbly at her.

Laura was smiling in a way that was seldom associated with maternal instincts.

"Doing it again, eh?" she said. "What a horny guy you are, Jim!"

She gracefully curled up on the bed beside him. She was openly staring at his hard-on, flustering the boy more. He didn't know what to do or say, and he was so stricken that he didn't even hide his naked shame. His fist was holding at the hilt and his big cock was jutting up as if he held a war club before his loins.

Despite his embarrassment, his prick was staying hard as stone and his cockhead was flaring out, glowing like a purple lightbulb atop his shaft.

Laura put her open hand on his thigh.

"Shall I confess something naughty, Jim?" she whispered in a husky tone.

Jim was beginning to realize that there were things about his mother's interest that he failed to comprehend. Her attitude was weird and she was looking at his cock and balls in a way that a mother shouldn't.