John was getting close, the growing sensitivity on his glans building, heralding the ecstasy.
“Mom, I’m gonna come, Mom,” he said, gritting his teeth, willing his climax to delay, just those few seconds longer.”
“Hold on – just – a moment – son,” Molly gasped in time with his thrusts, “I’m – almost there – too.”
“I can’t hold on much longer, Mom.”
Inspired, Molly slipped her hand between them, her fingers teasing over her clitoris. She was so ready that just that first touch was enough and she screamed tightly in John’s ear as she came. It was too much for her son and his hips bucked as he blasted his seed into her, driving forward in his passion, his mother’s pussy clamping him as she yelled her climax in his ears.
Slowly, they quietened, until John’s prick was giving just an occasional spasmodic pulse, Molly’s pussy easing its grip on him. She hugged him fiercely against her.
“Welcome back, son,” she said with a giggle.
“Good to be here, Mom,” her son replied.
* * * * *
“My turn to be eaten, Sarah. Ready to fuck your sister, Greg?” Cara said, an impish smile on her face.
“Always ready for that, Cara,” her cousin replied with a grin.
“Let’s do it slightly differently this time,” Cara said as she wriggled round and planted her feet against the bed headboard. “This way I can watch your prick as it goes into Sarah’s sweet, tasty pussy.”
“Good thinking, cousin,” Sarah said, straddling Cara and breathing in the aroma rising from Cara’s sexually-charged body. “You smell tasty!”
“I hope I am. You might get a taste of your brother, too.”
“That taste I know already. Yours is new to me. Hey! Slow down, Greg. Much as I want your prick in my pussy, let me get myself lined up on Cara first.” Sarah offered a mock frown over her shoulder as Greg drew back apologetically. She lowered her head and licked tentatively at Cara’s cleft, wriggled a little forward, then grinned back at Greg. “Climb on, bro!”
Cara held her breath and looked up as Greg eased his prick into Sarah’s wet pussy, marvelling at the way her cousin’s lower lips spread to receive the intruder. Impulsively she stretched up and licked at their joining, enjoying again the taste of Sarah.
“Nice one, Cara,” Sarah said, lifting her head briefly from her hungry attack on Cara’s juices.
There was quiet then, for a while. Quiet in terms of speech, at least, for the busy sounds of Sarah’s tongue working on Cara’s pussy, and of Greg’s hard pole slithering in Sarah’s own wet pussy, meant that the silence was not complete. Cara let her hands roam up and over Sarah’s thighs, the other girl’s skin smooth, hot beneath her fingers, her eyes still fixed on Greg’s pistoning prick. She could feel herself getting excited, stimulated not only by the attention of Sarah’s tongue and lips, feeding on her, probing the folds and recesses of her labia, but also the sight of Greg’s prick filling his sister was giving her mental stimulation and again she raised her head so that she could lick at the intersection, enjoying Sarah’s tangy, salty-sweet taste, stimulated too by the almost simultaneous sudden groans from her cousins as they felt the probing tongue.
Greg was breathing heavily now, a gleam of sweat on his brow in the summer night as his hips thrust rhythmically, the sound of his prick in his sister’s juices loud now.
“I’m going to come soon,” he said urgently.
Sarah redoubled her eforts on Cara’s pussy and, inspired, Cara kept her tongue busy on Sarah’s. Cara never knew quite how, but just as Greg cried out his climax, she felt her own pussy convulse as her climax took her, Sarah’s own low cries stimulating her to even greater heights. Fascinated, she saw her cousin’s stomach rippling in climax, her pussy almost clutching at Greg’s prick as the twins shared the ecstasy of the moment.
Slowly, the cousins came down from their high, awkwardly disengaging themselves from their six-limbed embrace. Cara twisted round and crawled up the bed to lie next to Greg, who had collapsed next to Sarah. Cara kissed Greg lightly.
“Nice show, Greg. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome, cuz. Thank you.”
“Yeah, thanks, Cara,” Sarah said. “We owe you.”
Cara grinned. “Don’t worry, there’s the rest of the week for me to collect.”
The twins grinned at each other. “Yeah,” Greg said in a tone almost of reverence.” He grinned suddenly.
“What?” said Cara.
“Do you think I’ll get a shot at your mom?”
“More than likely, Greg. Yours, too, maybe.”
“Hallelujah,” Greg said softly. “What a holiday!”