"Between mother and son" - читать интересную книгу автора (Crane David)

CHAPTER EIGHT

Melissa came walking home with her cunt juicing down her shapely thighs and the delicious flavor of jizz sizzling on her tongue, hoping desperately that she would get a chance to spy on her brother when he was beating his meat. She didn't expect more than a look, since he was her own sibling and anything more would be wicked.

But fate had taken a hand. She entered the house and looked through the downstairs rooms. Finding no one around, she was pleased. She went on upstairs, walking quietly, not wanting anyone to know that she was home in case they were in their bedrooms. She went down to Jeff's room and listened at his door. Hearing no sounds from within, she turned the knob and carefully opened the door a crack. Jeff wasn't in his room and his sister grinned devilishly. Of course, she had no way of knowing if Jeff would be back soon or if he was going to be pulling his prick on his bed, but it was sure worth waiting to find out. She was expectant and hopeful.

The girl went in and softly closed the door, then headed over to Jeff's large closet. The closet door was ajar. She opened it farther and stopped dead in her tracks as she saw an intriguing sight within. Jeff was kneeling at the back wall, looking through a gap. He was breathing hard and his face, illuminated through the hole in the wall, was contorted by lust. He was massaging his prick with one hand, but sort of casually, most of his attention on whatever it was he was watching.

Melissa looked amazed, then gleeful.

Jeff must be spying on their mother while she undressed or something, she figured. And it looked like he was about ready to jerk him self off, too. Holding her breath, she moved up behind him, tiptoeing. She wanted to be close so that she could get a good look as he stroked his big cock and, too, she was curious about what he was peeking at.

Melissa wasn't nervous or worried about having her brother discover her presence. He was the one who was being naughty, so why should she feel embarrassed? Besides, he was so intent on spying that it didn't seem likely that he was going to turn around and find her behind him. Anyhow, Melissa was too damned horny to give a shit.

She slid sinuously down to her knees and, leaning forward, tits bobbling, looked over her brother's shoulder and through the gap in the closet wall.

Then she saw why Jeff was so fascinated.

Melissa could hardly believe her eyes. There was a young man naked on the bed, belly down and ass jerked up, and her mom was rimming out his asshole.

She couldn't stifle a gasp.

Jeff's head snapped around. When he saw his blonde sister kneeling at his flank, he blushed and looked dismayed. But then he saw that the girl was as intrigued as he was by what was going on in the master bedroom. They shared the same genes, after all. Why should his sibling not share in his taste for playing the peeper?

The boy grinned sheepishly. His sister, realizing that her arrival had been discovered, looked into his eyes. They exchanged a glance, both grinning, naughty conspirators sharing a guilty secret. Under the circumstances, neither of them could feel ashamed or embarrassed. Mom was the naughty one they were simply innocent onlookers.

Melissa shifted closer so that she was cheek to cheek with Jeff as they both turned their attention on the scene in their mother bed. Her plump tits were rubbing against his arm, the tips branding him in twin peaks. Her pneumatic hip brushed against his flank.

The girl didn't even think about what she was doing, she was too hot to reason. She took Jeff by the wrist, pulling his hand off his prick and drawing it behind her. She jerked her skirt up with her free hand and guided his hand into her crotch from behind.

Jeff began to rub his sister's cunt through her sodden panties. Her clit was sucking the crotch of those bikini panties right up into her pussy. He dipped his fingers inside the leg hole, feeling naked cunt.

Melissa shuddered at the contact. His prick was thundering as it jutted up, neglected now that his frigging hand was busy on his sister's cunt. Melissa reached down and folded her own fist around his iron hard rod.

Her brother's cock was the biggest and the hardest that Melissa had ever felt. It throbbed in her hand, making her palm and fingers damn near as hot as her cunt. Her whole nubile body had become an erogenous zone.

She stroked Jeff's cock up and down very slowly and Jeff dipped his fingers into her fuck hole, rubbing his thumb against her clit as he finger fucked her wet tunnel, twisting his finger and screwing in knuckle deep.

But the siblings were caressing each other almost casually; their own hand jobs only a side show as they both concentrated on watching their wanton mother cavort with her young lover. Both of the teenagers were hot as hell and both would need to cream off soon, but at the moment they were holding their own passion back, waiting to see what their mother was going to do next.

"She sucks his cock, too, Sis," Jeff rasped. That didn't surprise Melissa. If a woman would stick her tongues up an asshole, she sure as shit wouldn't balk at a mouthful of cock.

Melissa wanted a mouthful of cock, herself, and in the worst of ways. She slid a glance down at Jeff's huge prick as it came sliding from her fist. Her mouth filled up with frothy drool. Jeff was her brother and blowing him would be really, really a naughty thing to do, but knowing that it was forbidden fruit only made the prospect more mouth watering to the cock-hungry nymphets.

Her mind was undecided, her conscience struggling with her desire, but her tongue was so hot that she thought it might melt in her mouth.

She would cross that bridge when she came to it.

First they had some more watching to enjoy, getting an eyeful before she got a mouthful.

And the drama unfolded. Jessica gave Peter's shitter a last lick and a suck, and drew her face back from his quivering ass. She turned him over onto his back again. His prick came up like the mast of a ship, looming over his loins.

Peter had a huge cock, Melissa saw. Almost as huge as her brother's.

She had her eyes glued to that big prick. His mom ducked down and took the slimy purple cock-knob into her mouth again, sucking and whimpering. Her head jumped up and down, gulping almost all of the long cock in. Preliminary goo was running clown her chin as she swallowed down toward his balls. Her chin bumped on those bloated bags and she turned her head, winding her lips around on his cock rod.

Then the woman drew her mouth off him and straightened up, kneeling beside his hip. She threw one thigh across and squatted over his loins. Her cunt was pressed to his balls and his prick towered up in front of her stomach. She rolled her belly against that massive cock, gazing down past her heaving tits, seeing how high his prick rose on the outside of her body and gurgling at the prospect of having the hard meat plunge deep into her tunnel of love.

She leaned over him, tits swinging. Peter sucked on the swollen pink tips.

Her ass swayed from side to side and her hips jerked. She rolled her belly on his cock. Pre spunk oozed out and dribbled down her like dripping limestone, laying a slimy trail down her stomach and seeping into her cunt bush, turning that vee to a tropical forest.

She began to rise up on trembling thighs.

His vibrant cockshaft dragged down her slickly and the knob nestled in her curly mound, and then slid on into her steaming crotch. The tip was poking into her cunt and Jessica was kneeling atop his prick, squatting on the fat crown like a flagpole sitter. She squirmed and wriggled, balancing on the bulging head of his cock.

Her back was to the wall and she knew that, in this position, she was affording her peeping son the best possible vista, a clear view of the coupling.

She had no idea that her daughter, too, was savoring the details of her dalliance, nor that her kids were fondling each other incestuously as they watched her misbehave.

If she had known that, the exhibitionistic woman would have loved it all the more.

She poised there with only the very tip of his cockhead in her cunt, putting on a real sound and sight show. Her cuntlips were parted, pulling juicily on his cock-knob. Cunt juice was steaming down the underside or his thick prick, where the fat ventral vein was standing out in a dark, pulsating ridge, seaming his shaft. The end of his cock was in her cunt and his balls were ballooning at the base. His long prick looked like a pipeline connecting his balls to her cunt slot as it throbbed and jolted.

She reached behind her balancing ass and fondled Peter's balls. She wriggled on his knob like a slippery fish squirming on a gaff. She arched her back, swinging her heavy knockers up and down and her face twisted from side to side with sharp, spasmodic jerks. Then Jessica began to fuck him to everyone's delight.