Incest Games Chapter 14

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Travis swallowed some whiskey and fought down a cough. The stuff burned and tasted crappy, but he figured he needed it, or something to jack up his nerve. No matter what his sister said, he was still kind of edgy about his dad. But more than anything else, he wanted to be part of the up coming action. He and his old man, fucking mom and Jenny; Father and son, fucking mother and daughter, it was so awesome that Travis’s mouth went dry and his heart beat faster at the idea. Sis said that the old man wasn’t jealous because Travis had put the meat to mom’s cunt, that he was made horny by the sight. Well, he was no hornier than Travis, thinking about watching his father’s shaft work all greasy and huge, in the hairy gripping of his mom’s pussy. And Jenny, she had to be turned on by it all, sexy as she was normally. Then what about his mother? She was going along with all this willingly, even now getting herself all sweet smelling and clean to make herself presentable to her husband. They hadn’t fucked in several months, Travis remembered, and should be eager as he had been, getting his first piece of ass from his sister. The bathroom door opened and his mother came out; there was a white towel across her svelte hips, and her heavy breasts bobbed enticingly, her long, lovely legs flashed sleek and smooth as she walked to the dressing table and sat down before the mirror. When she raised her arms to brush her flowing black hair, her tits stood out with long, dark nipples. “You’re very beautiful,” he said, cumming istanbul travesti over to stand behind her. Seeing both their reflections in the mirror, he felt funny, since they were both naked, except for that towel across her lap and hiding her alluring pussy from view. “You’re beautiful, too,” she said, smiling. “I feel like a school girl getting ready for her first big date, or like a bride on her wedding night. Except I’m lucky enough to have two grooms.” The whiskey burned in his belly, and he didn’t seem as uptight now, watching her and hearing her husky voice classify him right in there with his father. “How are we going to go about it, mom?” The brush hissed in her perfumed hair, and her tits jiggled with a softly beguiling resilience. “I really don’t know, lover. There’s no protocol for this sort of thing, is there? Tell me, Travis, what would you like to do?” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, standing so close that he could smell the flowery odors of her hair. “Well, Jenny said dad was turned on by seeing you and me fucking like we were when she opened the door. I thought I could be with you first, after they cum in. I mean, I’d like to put my cock to my mom’s lovely pussy in front of them, let them see how much we love each other, and how well we fuck together.” She finished with her hair and began to apply makeup, brushing dark stuff on her eyelashes. “That ought to make your father’s big thing stand out. But didn’t you say that you wanted to fuck me right after istanbul travestileri he did, so you could feel his semen all hot and slidy in my cunt?” Travis shivered and ran one finger tenderly along his mother’s bare shoulder, feeling the impossible smoothness of her unflawed skin, her radiant warmth. “Yeah, I do. So I won’t fuck you all the way. I just want him to watch you lift your legs and wrap me between them while your gorgeous ass wiggles back and forth and my prick slips back and forth in you. I want my daddy to see that I can fuck you just as good as he can, even if he has got a bigger cock. He can see how you love my prick, how you grind on it and listen to you moan. Maybe you can tell him how it feels inside your cunt.” Her smile widened, and her eyes met his in the mirror. “That’s a sexy idea, describing the sensations of my son’s hard young cock to my husband. It should run him right up the wall.” “He can put it to Jenny, if he wants to,” Travis went on. “But not until he cums. That ought to go in you, mom. When I see that he’s cumming, then I’ll cum over and wait to get my prick back in you while you’re still hot and squirming.” She said throatily, “We’ll do it, lover; it’s a wonderful way to start the evening, and besides, I’m just as anxious to see your father squeeze all that huge meat of his into his daughter’s small box. Your sister must really love prick, to take so much of it” “Oh, she does,” he said. “She’s very much like you, mom.” She stood up and tuned around. “They might travesti istanbul be awhile yet. Do you think it would spoil anything if we did some fucking right now? Would you have plenty left for later?” Travis swallowed, staring at the proximity of her mounded tits, at the nipples aimed like twin blunt spears at his face. “Sure; I can go all night, with you.” “Then cum over here,” she said. “There’s something I always wanted to do, and this is just the right time for it. Because your father’s prick is so big, and because he was always kind of standoffish about any sort of deviation, I never even tried it with him. But now I’d like you to put it up me from the back, lover. You have a nice, slim cock that should fit all right.” She climbed up on the bed and put the upper part of her body flat against the sheet, mashing her tits down. Her lustrous ass poked up, and her thighs were pushed apart. Travis stared and whispered hoarsely, “You mean to fuck you in the ass?” “Exactly, darling. If you play with my pussy, you can get your fingers slippery, and rub them over your sweet cock for some extra lubrication. Then shove it into my ass very gently, very slowly.” Heart pounding, Travis got up behind her and fumbled into the hairy, damp nest of her cunt, running his fingers up and down the soft labia. Working two fingers into the hot gash, he probed with them until they felt slimy, then brought them out to rub over the head of his excited prick and down its hard shaft. Carefully then, he steered the shiny head into the tiny ring surrounded by wiry black hairs, pressed its greased tip to the little puckered hole between the wonderfully molded cheeks. He pushed it cautiously, and felt the ring give slightly as a ripple of bliss moved through his taut body.

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