Susan looked straight at her daughter. “I didn’t know you were frustrated Tracy. I guess we’re both in the same boat.”
“Not anymore, Mother,” Tracy said, giving a smile to her mother. “I intend to fuck my brother from now on. Bill is more than eager, and he’s a wonderful fuck.”
Susan swallowed, then said in a whispery voice, “Hold me a little, Tracy.”
Tracy sat beside her mother, wrapping her arms about her. Susan rested her head on her daughter’s tit. They held each other for awhile, then silently, their lips pressed together and they were kissing gently. Drawing back, Susan gazed into her daughter’s eyes, and with a small, soft whimper, pressed her lips to Tracy’s again, kissing her with passion now. Susan whimpered once more as Tracy tightened her arms about her, holding her tightly, hissing back. Susan slipped a hand over Tracy’s tit, and when her daughter failed to protest, she curled her fingers into the girl’s spongy tit, squeezing it. Tracy now moaned with rising heat and slipped her tongue past her mother’s lips, delving into the wet heat. Susan began to suck at her daughter’s tongue hungrily, fondling Tracy’s tits, shoving her hand into the girl’s blouse.
“Ooooh,” Tracy mewled with pleasure as her mother played with her tits. She pulled her hand between them, and when her mother shoved her tongue into Tracy’s mouth, Tracy began to squeeze her mother’s tits. The women squirmed together, each feeling the bubbling heat swelling about in their stomach, radiating to their inner thighs and their cunts.
Tracy didn’t protest when she felt her mother’s hand starting to slide up her thigh beneath her skirt. It felt good to her, hot and slightly moist. Neither spoke now, but their breathing was loud, coming in excited gasps as they kissed and licked at the other’s mouth and lips.
Susan slowly shoved her hand along the satiny flesh of her daughter’s thigh, afraid that Tracy would, at any moment, stop her. The feel of her daughter’s thigh was good on her hand, and she inched her fingers higher. Finally she was brushing the soft hairs of Tracy’s cunt, making Tracy twist and squirm her ass with pleasure. Tracy opened her legs invitingly, and Susan slipped her fingers between them. She felt the wetness on her daughter’s inner thighs, the still warm slippery jism. A shiver of ecstasy rippled through her.
“Bill’s come juice?” Susan asked in a thick, throaty voice.
Tracy nodded. “After you left, he fucked me between my legs. We both came again, Mother.”
“Ohhh, nice, very nice,” Susan moaned, running her fingers in the slippery juices near her daughter’s cunt. “Can I… you know, see it?”
Tracy nodded, pulling away from her mother and sliding her skirt up. She lifted her rounded ass and pulled her skirt to her waist, spreading her knees. Susan gazed down, seeing her daughter’s cunt, seeing the soft triangle of curling hair, the pink and still wet lips of her pussy. Jism glistened on Tracy’s smooth thighs with a drop or two still lingering near her clit.
The curves of Tracy’s ass, too, were wet with it.
Tracy saw her mother’s expression, saw her eyes gleaming and the way her tongue licked across her lips. Susan ran her fingertip into the jizz, then brought it to her mouth. Tracy watched her mother lick it away. “You like it, Mother?” she asked in a throaty voice, feeling excitement building inside her body. “You like Bill’s come juice?”
Susan made no verbal answer, but she plunged her finger into her mouth, stabbing it in and out as though it were a cock. Tracy spread her legs very wide, scooting her ass to the very edge of the couch, letting her asscheeks hang over. She twisted her hips, watching her mother. Susan’s gaze moved to her daughter’s exposed cunt. She rested one hand halfway up her daughter’s thigh, her fingers tight. Tracy wiggled her hips, arching her crotch up and down in a teasing, openly obvious suggestion.
Susan glanced at her daughter, saw the heat steaming in her eyes, saw that Tracy was willing. More than willing, she was eager, wanting it.
“I can’t help it!” Susan groaned. “I just can’t help myself, Tracy!”
“Do it, Mother,” Tracy invited. “I want you to.”
Making whimpering sounds, Susan lowered her head, sliding her tongue through the warm come juice on the girl’s creamy, sugary sweet thighs. As Tracy watched her mother’s tongue lapping and licking at Bill’s jism, her clit swelled into hardness, throbbing again as her cunt pulsated. As her mother’s tongue came close to her clit to lick away the come juice there, Tracy moaned with increasing passion, writhing her hips. Susan slipped to her knees, then moved between her daughter’s thighs. Glancing hotly up at her daughter’s face, Susan shoved, her long tongue out and licked the jism away that clung to Tracy’s exquisitely creamy asscheeks.
Susan licked it all away, then gently kissed a rounded asscheek. “Thank you, honey,” she said softly. “Thank you so much.”
Tracy held her mother’s face in her hands, looking down at her, seeing the boiling desire in Susan’s eyes. The women looked at each other, the tension heavy. Susan’s chin rested now at her daughter’s cunt, and she could feel the hot wetness of her pussylips, the throb of Tracy’s clit. Susan pressed her lips into the girl’s cunt hair, kissing her daughter openmouthed. Then she licked her tongue into Tracy’s cunt hair.
Tracy gently moved her mother’s face, positioning her mouth between her legs and just an inch or so from her cunt. Susan looked again into her daughter’s eyes.
“There’s more in my pussy, Mother,” Tracy whispered. “There’s more of Bill’s come juice inside my cunt.”
A soft whimper came from Susan as her eyes smoldered.
Tracy slowly pulled her mother’s mouth against her cunt, and holding her this way, the girl rubbed her hairy cunt up and down, smearing her mother’s mouth with the seeping wetness.
Susan slipped her hands along the backs of her daughter’s thighs, feeling the smooth heat of her flesh. She cupped her palms against each cheek of Tracy’s ass. Tracy wiggled her cunt against her mother’s face as they stared at each other, their eyes smoldering with hungry desire.
“Suck me, Mother,” Tracy murmured. “Suck me.”
“You’ve been fucked by Bill,” Susan whispered, with her lips feeling the searing heat of her daughter’s cunt. “You’ve come, and you’re still hot and want more. I understand, that, baby, very much. I’ve felt that way for years. I can’t get enough, either.”
“Suck me, Mother,” Tracy replied.
“Ohhhh, please, suck my cunt, Mother!”
Tracy arched her pussy, grinding it into her mother’s mouth as she held her face with her hands.
Susan opened her lips, then pressed them at the fiery lips of her daughter’s cunt. She sucked hard, tasting the juices of Tracy’s cunt and her son’s come juice at the same time. She moved her tongue along the girl’s puffy cuntlips, licking at them, whimpering with pleasure. She swiped her tongue up and twirled it about her daughter’s steaming clit, then began to chew gently at it.
“Ohhhh, that’s good, Mother!” Tracy squealed, squirming her hips. “Suck me… suck my pussy!”
Susan slipped her mouth down again, her lips wide. Pressing them to her daughter’s cunt, she shoved her tongue as deep as she could, swirling it between her sensitive pussylips. Tracy squealed and started churning her hips, banging her cunt against her mother’s lips and fucking on her tongue. Susan clung to Tracy’s swinging asscheeks, thrusting hard with her tongue.
Tracy twisted wildly against her mother’s mouth, squealing and groaning, gripping the back of Susan’s head. She pressed her hot thighs on her mother’s cheeks, scissoring them as the ecstasy swirled and swelled inside her body. She stared with steamy, clouded eyes. Her mother’s face was surrounded by the silky curls of her cunt, her nose almost buried.
“Suck me, suck me! Ohhhh, Mother, suck my cunt!” Tracy wailed mindlessly. “Ahhhh, suck my pussy! Tongue my cunt, Mother! Oooooh, fuck my cunt with your tongue!”
Susan plunged her tongue in swiftly, licking and sucking as hard as she could. The taste of her dau
ghter’s sugary cunt juices, mixed with the creamy sweetness of her son’s jism, was creating spasms between her thighs, making her come stronger than any time, she could remember. She held Tracy’s grinding asscheeks tightly, her fingers almost inside the deep crack. Susan slurped with whimpering ecstasy, sliding one hand off her daughter’s ass and up over her trembling stomach. Scooting her hand under Tracy’s blouse, she clutched at one firm tit, massaging and squeezing it. Her eyes flashed her hungry desire to her daughter as she squeezed the girl’s rounded tit and ass. Her tongue plunged deeply into the fiery heat of Tracy’s wet cunt, fucking her in a frenzy as her own cunt exploded time and again.
Tracy clung to her mother’s head, banging her wet cunt harshly against Susan’s open, sucking mouth. She wailed and moaned and whined with passion, bucking up and down, then making tight circles with her hips.
“Suck!” Tracy screamed down at her mother. “Suck me! Ohhhh, suck my cunt, Mother! Oooooh, shit, I’m about to… to come! Tonguefuck me, Mother! Eat my cunt, fuck it, suck it, eat my pussy!”
Digging her hand into her daughter’s tit, the girl’s pink nipple searing her palm, her other hand clutching the shaking cheek of Tracy’s ass, Susan fucked her daughter’s fiery cunt hungrily with her tongue. She sucked hard, drawing the sweet juices into her mouth and swallowing greedily. Feeling her daughter’s cunt starting to spasm, Susan sucked and thrust her tongue as fast as she could. The silky haired lips of Tracy’s cunt suddenly quivered, clutching at her mother’s tongue, gripping it, releasing it… gripping… releasing.
Tracy screamed loudly with tormented ecstasy, her head tossing about as she gasped for air, her body trembling in a violent way as she came. Her legs had shot up, then closed about her mother’s head. The hot smoothness of Tracy’s inner thighs increased the orgasms rumbling through Susan. Feeling her daughter’s cunt starting to calm down, Susan withdrew her tongue and licked gently up and down her pussyslit, along each hair rimmed her cuntlip, then lightly upon the girl’s still throbbing clit. Pulling Tracy’s clit between her lips, she flicked her tongue from side to side, causing Tracy’s hips to jerk upward. Tracy moaned and caressed her mother’s hair, her eyes glassy from the intense pleasure of her orgasm.
Slowly, Tracy relaxed her thighs, letting them spread apart as a soft giggle escaped her throat. She smoothed her tangled cunt hair with one hand, stroking her mother’s face with the other.
Susan’s eyes gleamed as she ran her tongue along the inside of her daughter’s thigh, tasting the sweet smoothness of Tracy’s flesh. Then, kissing Tracy’s cunt one final time, she leaned back, her hands resting on Tracy’s legs.
“Now we know about each other, don’t we, Tracy?”
Tracy, feeling exhausted, nodded, but her eyes shined with a fiery brightness. “It’s a good thing we talked, Mother,” she whispered softly, leaning forward and kissing her mother on her mouth. “Maybe neither of us will be frustrated anymore.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Eating her daughter’s cunt had thrilled Susan.
It was the second time in her life she had pressed her mouth to a pussy. Tracy’s cunt had a lot of hair on it, and it was certainly juicy. Susan decided that she liked it that way.
It was odd, she thought, how much she wanted a cock and strong, without hair, but wanted a cunt with hair. In her own home, she had found both her son and her daughter.
Now that she had fucked her daughter, she wondered whether or not her son would fuck her, his mother.
But surely, if Bill would fuck his sister, why shouldn’t he fuck his mother, too, she thought. Brothers and sisters were always fucking, she had heard. If they were that erotic, like Bill and Tracy, Susan could sec no reason why her son wouldn’t fuck her, too.
Susan had heard everything from the time Tracy entered Bill’s bedroom, then watched them fucking eagerly. Bill had not hesitated, once Tracy had her hot hands on him. Tracy had said Bill was shy, and that he would not wake a pass first. Susan had no qualms about making the first pass; she had done so with the neighbor.
She considered various means of letting her son know she was willing to fuck him, discarding them all. They were so stupid and common. Yet what other way was there? She could cuddle him and stroke him and gradually get her hand on his cock. She could simply walk up to him and grab his cock… and Bill would probably shit his pants! She didn’t want to frighten him; she wanted to get his cock in her mouth and suck it off. She could simply lift her skirt and show him her cunt. Guys like Bill were always turned on when they saw a pussy, she thought. But then, if she did that, instead of getting hard, the guy would piss his pants in embarrassment.
Was Bill even aware that a mouth would feel good on his cock? Did he even know about such things? Would he think that having his cock sucked was something horrible and dirty? Would he even like having a wet, hot mouth sucking on his cock? Maybe he wanted his cock inside a cunt, not a mouth. Susan was nervous and anxious. She wanted to feel her son’s cock deep inside her mouth so badly, to feel the hardness sliding in and out of her lips. Now she felt more frustrated than before. Sucking her son’s cock off was becoming an obsession with her. Before the day was out, Susan was about ready to grab Bill by the cock and tell him exactly where she wanted it, whether it frightened the piss out of him or not.
She was sprawled on the couch in the living room, eyes closed and one arm, over them. One foot rested on the floor and the other on the couch. It was almost time for Bill to come home from school. He came home an hour earlier than Tracy. Her dress was hiked up to her hips, and since she had been caressing her cunt most of the day in frustration as she thought of her son, she wore no panties. Her other hand cupped a concealed tit, her thoughts still tumbling about in her head, her cunt in a constant quivering wetness.
When she heard the door open, her first impulse was to shove her skirt down. She knew it was Bill, and that she was sprawled with her pussy exposed. Susan caught herself just in time. Maybe if he saw her cunt, it would excite him, make his cock become hard, and he wouldn’t be shy with her. It was a flimsy pretense, but the opportunity had presented itself and Susan would try to make do as best she could.
With her arm over her eyes, she tried to pretend sleep, not wanting Bill to know she was wide awake and fighting to control the tremors of her slim body.
As Bill closed the door and turned, be saw his mother on the couch. Her feet was toward him, and his gaze moved up between her long legs. He stared at her hairy cunt and while his eyes began to burn, his cock lifted inside his pants. His mother’s cunt looked different than his sister’s, not a difference he could describe, except maybe there was more hair on his mother’s pussy.
Susan could almost feel her son’s eyes on her cunt, and she fought hard to keep her breathing normal. But she couldn’t stop the twitching of her cunt, knowing her son was gazing at it. She visualized his cock swelling inside his pants, and her mouth began to water.
She sensed her son was coming closer. She managed a quick peek from under her arm. Bill didn’t notice; he was absorbed by his mother’s exposed cunt. He stood at her leg, looking down. The brief peek Susan had was enough to let her know his cock was very hard. She wanted to jerk her skirt high, rip it open, let her tits become free, thrust her cunt toward her son’s face and scream at him: “Let me suck your cock off!”
She felt her son brush against her knee. She peeked once more. Bill was leaning over, peering at her pussy. He had one hand poised as if to touch her cunt, his eyes bright and his mouth open. Susan waited breathlessly, mentally urging her son to touch her cunt, to feel it, to push his fingers into it. She wanted him to become so excited, she could sit up and drag his cock out and stuff it into her mouth.
Suddenly, Bill shoved a finger into his mother’s pussy.
It happened so quickly, Susan could not stop the grunt of surprise. Bill had plunged his finger into his mother’s cunt swiftly, without really thinking about it. He felt the wet heat of her pussy close about his finger, but her grunt frigh
tened him. Without looking at her, he jerked his finger out and ran from the room, going to his bedroom fast.
You fucked it up, Susan, she told herself as she sat up on the couch. You couldn’t wait, could you? The opportunity was there, and you fucked up.
But had she?
Bill was in his room, with a hard-on, probably waiting to be punished for what he had done. Getting up, she went to his room. Bill had closed his door. Susan hesitated, then opened it.
Bill was lying on his back. He had shoved his pants down and was jerking on his cock. When the door opened, he gasped as he saw his mother there. Quickly, he tried to jerk his pants up.
Susan stepped boldly into his room, closing the door behind her. Before her son had his pants up, she was standing by his bed, stopping him. Grabbing his hands, she shoved them away from his pants. His cock, although he was frightened, continued to stand up in beautiful hardness. Susan saw his balls, the moistness of his swollen prickhead, his seeping pisshole. There was not a single hair to be seen. Her cunt pulsated hotly and she swallowed as her mouth filled with watery hunger.
“You touched me, Bill,” she said, her voice trembling.
Bill seemed to shrink, his face red, unable to reply.
“You touched me, honey,” she said in a more gentle tone. “You touched me and fair is fair.”
Her hand darted out and down, and Bill gasped when he felt his mother’s hand close about his cock. He stared at her in a puzzled way, not sure what he should do. Susan, feeling the throbbing hardness of her son’s cock, began to stoke up and down, jacking him slowly and mewling with pleasure. She moved her other hand out and cupped his balls. Her gaze smoldered at the sight of his seeping pisshole, her tongue running over her lips. She knew her hand excited him, yet she could see his shyness.
Releasing his cock and balls, she lifted her dress to her waist, spreading her feet. Holding the dress there, she fumbled with the buttons on top. Pulling her dress apart, she exposed her shapely tits to her son’s eyes.
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