Never ceasing in her self-appointed task, Molly managed to wink at John and he gave himself over to the ecstasy of the moment, feeling that incredible tension building in him as his mom’s mouth moved smoothly over his glans, until he could hold on no longer. With a wordless cry he let his climax erupt, his seed jetting into his mother’s throat. Molly coughed and eased herself back a little, her tongue working over the head of John’s cock as she let herself enjoy the taste of him, enjoy the pulse of him in her mouth as he came. Gradually, the tumult eased and Molly licked gently around his glans as she him drop out of her mouth with a soft ‘pop’. She glanced up at her son.
John’s mouth was open and there was a look of awe on his face as he stared at Molly.
“Enjoy that, son?”
“Mom, you have no idea!”
Molly grinned. “Oh, I think I do. Has your girlfriend Sally ever done that for you?”
“No Mom, not yet. I doubt she could be as good as you, though.”
Molly sat back on her heels, knees spread. “You’ll never know unless you try. Or rather, get Sally to try.”
His eyes on his mom’s pussy, where he could swear he saw moisture, John grimaced. “How do I persuade her?”
“Let her know how much you enjoy it.”
“And I tell her what? ‘My mom sucked me off, Sally, and it was great. Will you do it?'” John laughed. “Hardly.”
“Bring her to dinner one night when your dad’s on late shift and Cara’s back at college. We’ll give her some lessons.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.” Molly made a face. “Not sure how, yet, but I’ll think on it.” She frowned, and then grinned at John. “Hey, I have an idea.”
“Yeah? What?”
“You eat her out first, then it can be reciprocal. You know, ‘I ate you, now you suck me’.”
John made a face. “I’ve never eaten a girl out. I wouldn’t know where to start.”
Molly moved forward and lay down next to her son. She reached over and kissed him lightly. “I had a feeling you were going to say that.” She spread her legs and pointed. “Kneel down there and study the target area. Your next lesson begins in a moment or two.”
* * * * *
In the girls’ room, Greg was enjoying the kisses of two naked, horny girls. That one of them was his sister and the other his cousin never entered his head. They were female, he was male, everyone was horny and some fucking was inevitable, ‘real soon now.’
“How are we gonna do this, Cara? Hot rod here can only fuck one of us at a time,” Sarah said, idly stroking her brother’s rigid prick with one hand while she teased her clitoris with the other. She laughed. “He’s good, but he’s not that good.”
Cara broke the kiss she was sharing with Geg. “We could put him on his back. One of us could ride his rod while the other rides his face.” Cara smiled. “Or – ”
“Or what?” Sarah said. Greg just grinned.
“Have you ever been with another girl?” Cara said.
Sarah shook her head. “You?”
“Once. I enjoyed it.” She looked across at Greg. “Do you like it doggy-style, cuz?”
“I like it all ways,” Greg said with a lewd grin.
Cara looked back at Sarah. “You on your back. I eat you out, Greg fucks me doggy-style. Once he comes, we get him ready again, then swap over. What d’ya think?”
“I like it,” Greg said. “Shit, Cara, that’s a male fantasy. Two women making out and me fucking them both.”
Cara laughed. “Well?”
Sarah grinned. “I’m game. Greg can fuck you first, ‘cos he’s never had you before. And, I’ve never been eaten by a woman before, so that’s a double first.”
“You haven’t?” Cara said. “Mmm, let’s see if I can make you squeal. Come on, on your back, girl.”
Sarah wriggled up the bed until she was propped comfortably against the headboard. Cara smiled down at her as she made herself comfortable, her tongue within easy licking range of Sarah’s pussy, her bottom in the air, her knees spread for balance. She looked back over her shoulder at Greg and winked.
“Will you put that lovely pole you’re holding so carefully where it will do us both the most good, Greg, dear?”
“You mean you want my prick in your pussy, cousin?”
“Yep.”
Greg moved in behind Cara. Holding his prick he rubbed it carefully up and down her soaking slit. Cara made a noise that was half-moan, half-sigh.
“That feel good, Cara?” Greg’s tone was teasing.
“You know it does. Now put the fucking thing in, will you?”
Greg steadied his prick and pressed forward, watching as he did the fascinating way a woman’s lower lips spread to accomodate the thrust of a man’s prick. Cara moaned softly as she felt him enter her.
“Oh, Greg, that does feel good!” And it did, the blunt, probing thrust of him within her, easing back to spread her natural lubrication, then in, deeper. Cara closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of fullness.
“Hey, don’t forget me,” Sarah said softly.
Cara’s eyes opened and she smiled at her cousin. She bent forward and kissed Sarah’s thigh, soft, light, a butterfly touch. Cara’s tongue came out and she pointed it, probing delicately at the folds of Sarah’s labia, enjoying the salty-sweet taste, the heat, the smell, the very essence of excited, sexually-ready woman that was her cousin.
As Cara lapped at Sarah’s slit, Greg began to move, sinking his prick to its root in Cara’s pussy, pulling back until she felt as if she was being emptied, then in, deep, filling her again. With a sound that was half sigh, half moan, all acceptance, Cara gave herself to the moment and let her senses carry her, licking, sucking, biting softly at Sarah’s wet folds, her tongue busy in the warmth and wetness. Greg moved steadily behind her and she relished the feel of him filling her, felt a great emptiness as he pulled back and revelled in the sensations as he pushed back into her, his prick moving steadily, noisily now, through her wetness, his hands warm on her back as he braced himself for the thrusts.
Cara’s hands rested lightly on Sarah’s hips and she could feel Sarah’s fingers running through her hair, stroking, caressing. There was no speech, but the quiet of the room was punctuated by soft moans, gasps, the hiss of an indrawn breath, the wet slither of Greg’s prick in Cara’s pussy. Sarah’s juices were warm on Cara’s tongue, the flavour strong, salty-sweet, her woman-hot smell pungent in Cara’s nostrils, exciting, stimulating her own pussy, making Greg’s loving assault on her even noisier as her wetness grew.
It couldn’t last. It didn’t. Sarah came first, a tight scream in her throat, her fingers claws in Cara’s hair, her stomach rippling, thighs clenching. Greg was panting behind Cara, his movements urgent as he thrust into her. She sensed he was close and moved her hand to stroke her clitoris, sensitive to the almost agonising tenderness as she neared her own peak, bringing herself close, but holding off that tiny fraction, the tension of anticipation holding her until she felt Greg jerk behind her, gasping a wordless cry as his orgasm took him, when she let her busy fingers tip her over her own precipice of ecstasy, her eyes closed, the tumult of the shared moment washing over her.
Gradually they stilled, Greg’s prick pulsing limply in Cara’s pussy as he softened, stilling. Cara opened her eyes and took a deep breath, smiling at Sarah who gazed at her in a kind of wonder.
“Wow,” Sarah said, her voice soft, her tone almost awed.
Cara grinned. “You enjoyed that.” It wasn’t a question.
Sarah smiled, a soft, loving smile. “I’d like to do that again sometime.”
Cara nodded. “Sometime,” she said.