Chapter 4
Beverley remained on top of Arnold for a while after they had finished fucking.
Still staring through the air vent, Honey was hoping they would fuck again. But her daddy's balls were deflated and, as she watched, his cock began to soften from a hard rod to a limber, meaty tube.
His prick came snaking out of Beverley's pussy as it softened. The cock-knob stuck in her cunt slot for a moment, then slipped out and the fucker collapsed down along Arnold's thigh like a fat, flexible bone, still impressive even though it was soft.
Beverley's vacated cunt slot was still gaping wide open, retaining the shape of the fat prick that had been so recently spreading it out. That open fuck-hole was filled with cunt-cum and cock cream, overflowing down the woman's crotch. Slimy streaks slid down her inner thighs.
Honey whimpered at the sight. The naughty youngster was longing to clamp her mouth onto her mother's sodden cunt and suck the fuck-juice from her.
She whimpered again as she lowered her gaze to her dad's slathered prick. Softened now, but slimy with their combined fuck-juices, his big cock was still a mouthwatering temptation to his little daughter.
Honey didn't know which was making her mouth hotter or her tongue more tingly - her mom's pussy or her father's prick and balls. But since they were both sauced by the same fuck-juices, it was a moot point.
Beverley rolled off Arnold then cuddled up beside him.
Her legs were still parted, and Honey continued to look back and forth between their crotches as she began to finger-fuck herself to a froth.
Still standing on trembling legs, Honey began to slide her fingers in and out of her fuck-hole with one hand while she rolled and pulled on her clit with the other, working on cunthole and clit together.
She was so turned on by her spying that it only took the girl the slightest effort before she began to soar towards the creamy crest.
Her cunt was sucking on her fingers as she pushed in knuckles-deep and her clit was throbbing as she played with the bud. She gasped and panted and whined, stifling the sounds as best she could so that her parents wouldn't hear them and become suspicious.
It wasn't so much that she was afraid of getting caught playing the peeper as that she feared that her mother and father might be more furtive in future fucking if they guessed that she had been watching them.
Waves of ecstasy began to rush across her slim belly and shoot like electricity up her thighs. The waves were coming faster and higher, each one rushing on the one before, building toward a tidal crest.
Her ass jerked from side to side and she bobbed up and down, fucking herself on he hands. Her crotch turned to lather as the milky cunt juice seeped from her cunt slot. Ribbons of cunt cream unwound down her thighs. Her whole nubile body was surging to the peak of passion.
Her nipples shot out like bullets and her tongue flared as if echoing those swollen tit tips. Her clit was starting to explode.
She fucked all four fingers up into her pussy and rubbed her clit frantically.
The horny youngster was shaking and shuddering as spasm followed spasm in her orgasm-ing pussy.
Her cunt tunnel filled with girl-cum, so thick it felt as if she were stirring glue with her fingers. She rose to the highest peak and held there as the waves merged into one sustained crest..
Her cumming left her stunned.
Misty-eyed and gasping, she sank down to her knees as she frigged off the final ebbing spasms of her creaming. She knelt, head bowed, as if in homage to her orgasm. She stayed there for a minute or two while she got her heavy breathing under control.
Then she smiled with contentment. It had been a lovely hand-job. But the insatiable minx was still hoping that there might be more to see through the air vent.
She rose again, her legs shaky.
She was disappointed to see that her mother had gotten up from the bed and was getting dressed. Her father was still sprawled out, exhausted, all of his vitality shot out through his prick.
Then, fully clothed, Beverley said: "I've got some shopping to do, darling - I won't be long."
Arnold grunted.
Beverley left the room, a mysterious smile on her lips and a lustful look in her eyes.
But Honey didn't notice the woman's expression, because the horny kid was concentrating on her daddy's cock and balls.
Her mother was going out - and she was going to be alone in the house with her naked father!
All sorts of naughty thoughts came wildly tumbling through Honey's depraved mind.
She heard the front door open and close, then the family car drive off.
Her handsome, well-hung father was naked atop his bed, his big prick all glistening with delicious jizz and scrumptious pussy juice.
What would he think if his little daughter were just to talk in and start licking his slimy prick? If she didn't say a word, just gave him a smile and leaned down and started running her lapper up and down his fucker?
How tempting that prospect was!
But Honey didn't have the nerve. How terrible it would be if, instead of welcoming her tonguing attentions, her daddy was shocked and scandalized and rejected her. It was a chance she didn't dare to take.
She watched him, hoping that he might fall into a sound sleep, thinking that she might sneak in and give his cock and balls a tongue-bath without waking him up.
But his eyes stayed open - and, anyhow, she didn't guess she would have had the courage, afraid that he might suddenly wake up and find her licking his prick.
Without knowing how the man would react, the young sex kitten simply hadn't the guts to take the initiative in an incestuous seduction.
But what if he took that initiative?
It gave Honey a wonderful idea. She yanked off her halter, her cute tits-wobbling saucily, then squirmed out of the bikini bottoms. They were drenched with cunt juice, so wet that they splashed when she dropped them to the floor.
Now she was naked - except for her big sunglasses.
She kept the sunglasses on.
The youngster moved to the door and opened it halfway, then slipped across to her bed and lay down atop the covers. She raised one knee and parted her legs. She arched her back so that her tits were thrusting upward.
She forced herself to breathe with regularity, as if she were soundly sleeping - and she knew that, behind the dark glasses, no one would be able to tell that her eyes were open. The foot of her bed faced the doorway. And anyone looking in that door would find themselves staring right into her crotch, her pussy all open and creamy from her hand-job.
She wasn't sure just how her father would react - but she was sure as shit eager to find out.
And she wasn't nervous or embarrassed at atil, now. After all, it was her own bedroom and she had every right to lie naked on her bed. And if she hadn't closed the door, well, that was simply an oversight.
Only one thing disturbed her slightly.
Her mother had said that she was going shopping, and Honey had no idea how long the woman would be gone. It was an indefinite term that could mean only a few minutes or, hopefully, extend into hours.
Honey sure hoped her mom didn't return too soon.
But she needn't have worried.
Beverley hadn't gone shopping at all ...
Beverley had really enjoyed riding her husband's cock and thinking about her teenaged son as she did so. She had cum very nicely.
Yet, it had still left her vaguely randy, excited emotionally.
The woman was still curious as hell about the way that Tommy's cock-bulge had begun to swell up immediately, the moment he realized that he was being sent over to his Aunt Sarah's.
She had decided to drive over to her sister's, just to see what might be going on there.
She didn't really expect to find anything actually taking place, but she knew that Sarah was a temptress and that she might very well be wearing something sexy and revealing and playfully playing the cock-teaser.
Because she was driving and Tommy had gone over on his bicycle, Beverley arrived at her sister's house not very long after the boy had. She parked the car at the curb and walked up to the front door. She didn't bother to ring the bell. After all, it was her own sister's house. She just walked on in - rather stealthily, as it were - not really sneaking in, but being quiet, just in case.
The moment she entered the hall, she heard suspicious sounds coming from the front room.
She halted, holding her breath.
She heard panting and moaning, slurping and sighing - and then she heard
some gulping.
There wasn't the slightest doubt in Beverley's mind what those sounds signified.
If anyone knew what a blow-job in progress sounded like, Beverley did!
Her sister was giving head to someone - and her son's bicycle was leaning against the porch!
The connection was obvious - and all the more since Beverley, herself, had been thinking so fondly of her son's cock and balls.
For a moment, Beverley felt stunned.
Then she began to grin lasciviously.
She wasn't at all annoyed or shocked. If her sister was sucking Tommy's prick, it was fine with the boy's mother - especially since she was longing to suck it, herself, and saw this situation as a very convenient sort of introduction to incest!
If Tommy was game to fuck his aunt in the face, he wasn't likely to turn down his mother's mouth!
Glowing with a randy radiance, Beverley tiptoed down the corridor and looked into the living room.
And what a welcome sight it was!