Chapter 2
Charles and Claire Watson usually did stay in bed all morning on a Sunday, as Jimmy had mentioned. They often stayed out late on Saturday night and slept well into the morning when, invariably, they woke up horny and stayed in bed, enjoying some leisurely licking, followed by plenty of fucking. Sometimes, just for variety, they frigged each other off or added the embellishment of Claire's big, rubber dude. Claire had awoken first that morning, feeling slightly hung over, having been to a party the night before. Charles was sleeping on his back and she had slid down and sucked his soft cock into her warm mouth, working on it hungrily. It always thrilled her to take a cock in soft and feel it swell and harden in her mouth.
Charles stirred and mumbled in his slumber. His prick got enormous as his sexy wife mouthed it greedily. She wondered what he was dreaming about. She slid her tongue all over his prick and sucked his cockhead right back into her throat, swallowing him to the roots.
She was wondering if she could manage to milk him off without waking him up, a thing she always loved to do. Later, he could tell her all the juicy details of the wet dream she'd given him.
She worked away for a few minutes but then realized that she needed a drink. She would soon be getting a mouthful out of his cock and balls, of course, but she knew that although she adored swallowing cum, that thick and slimy stuff was hardly thirst-quenching. She was reluctant to stop sucking, and continued for a few more minutes, but then decided that she had better have a drink of Coke before she carried on to the creamy conclusion.
She glanced at the nightstand and saw that they had forgotten to place a bottle there, as they usually did when they had been drinking. It annoyed her to think she would have to go downstairs to the kitchen. She sucked away a bit longer, but Charles showed no sign of getting his rocks off, and with a sigh she drew her lips from his prickmeat. She got out of bed, careful not to disturb him and hoping he would still be asleep when she came back so she could finish her dream suck.
Not bothering to put a dressing gown on, Claire left the bedroom and went downstairs naked. Her body was spectacular, the kind often referred to as a brick shithouse. Her tits were big and firm and thrusting, capped by large, rosy nipples. Her waist was narrow and her hips swept out wide, while her ass jutted out as if to counterbalance the weight of her tits. Her cunt mound was a tangled jungle of blonde curls spreading in a wide vee up her belly.
Her hot pussy squished between her lush thighs with every step that she took as she descended the staircase. She was eager to get back to bed.
She went to the kitchen and got a bottle of Coke out of the refrigerator. She took a slug out of the bottle. Then, refreshed and bringing the Coke with her, she headed back to the stairs.
Passing the living room, she looked in-and almost fainted.
There was Bonny, sprawled in a chair with her pussy bared and her skirt up and her legs apart, and there was Jimmy standing over her, pulling his prick furiously.
Claire's initial impulse was to rush into the room and put and end to the naughty situation.
But she was fascinated.
She had always enjoyed playing the voyeur, and the thought of spying on her own naughty children thrilled her to the core. Her nipples shot out and her pussy bubbled. She hesitated, then smiled.
Claire had decided to watch.
It wasn't as if they were actually touching each other, she reasoned, trying to justify allowing the situation to continue. If they started to do anything more serious, she would certainly interfere-or so she told herself. But since both of the s were obviously experienced at giving themselves hand-jobs, what difference did it make if they happened to frig off in company.
Claire sank slowly down to her knees; just back from the open doorway through which she was staring. Her plump tits swung as she began to squirm with excitement. How thrilling it was to watch her kids being naughty! Her eyes flashed back and forth between them. She found her daughter's creamy cunt as fascinating as her sons enormous prick. She gazed at Jimmy's cockhead as it flared from out of his pounding fist, then stared at Bonny's overflowing fuck-hole.
Claire's own cunt began to melt, as if in sympathetic vibration with her daughter's creamy pussy. Ribbons of cunt-juice ran down the flesh of her inner thighs. She was holding the Coke bottle in her right hand and she cupped her left hand over her cunt, rubbing and caressing her pussy and her fiery fuck button. Then, with a sudden inspiration, she moved the Coke bottle between her legs and began to shove the neck up into her cunthole. She squirmed and jerked as she fucked herself with the bottle, sliding it deep into the tunnel of love.
Her cunt-juice poured into the open bottle, clouding the dark liquid with milky streaks. She bobbed up and down, thighs tensing, riding the bottle as if it were a prick. Abandoned to her lust now, she drew the bottle out of her pussy and brought it up to her lips. Gazing longingly at her daughter's cunt, she slurped the neck of the bottle into her mouth and began to suck her own cunt-juice from it. She slid her lips up and down as if it were a glass cock. Coke, mixed with pussy nectar, sloshed onto her tongue and lips.
Wild fantasies flashed through her fevered mind. She imagined that the Coke bottle was Jimmy's cock, and that the cunt-juice she was tasting on it was her daughter's cum cream-that she was sucking her son's prick after-it had been dipped in her daughter's cunt.
She pulled the bottle from her lips and sank it up her cunthole again, moaning and panting. She had to stifle the urge to cry out aloud with her raging passion, afraid that the kids would hear her and terminate their fascinating exhibition.
Ready to come, Claire wanted the Coke bottle to shoot into her like a real prick. She pulled it out oilier cunt and jerked it furiously up and down. When the Coke began to foam out, she shoved it back into her fuck-hole and gasped as the tingling fluid poured into her and her, cunt melted onto it.
The fake cum sparkled in her cunthole as her clit detonated and her cum juice gushed out. Just as the frenzied woman reached the crest, she saw her son's fuckjuice spurt out, dosing Bonny with squirt after squirt of hot slime.
Spasm after spasm shook her lush body as she watched Jimmy empty his balls onto his sister, soaking her with jism from crotch to throat. Bonny was creaming too, her pussy pimping, her girl-cum out in creamy rivers that drenched her crotch, blending with Jimmy's jism and pouring down into the crack of her grinding ass.
Jimmy staggered slightly as his last load shot out, followed by a trickle from his pisshole. His balls had collapsed. But his cock was still iron-hard in his hand..
The whole front of Bonny's nubile body was glistening with her brother's thick, steaming hot slime.
"Wanna do it again?" Jimmy asked.
Claire trembled, hoping that they would. They did-and more!