"Gee I never knew we had gypsy cousins," Tommy said, obviously impressed by the fact and also by the sultry, exotic woman who had introduced herself as his cousin Wanda. She had been at the house when he got home from school and explained that she was just passing through town in her nomadic fashion and had stopped for a visit but that his mother had had to go out for the rest of the afternoon.
"Oh, we're certainly related," she said.
Her voice was very low and husky, almost as if she were disguising the normal timbre and she gazed at Tommy in a sort of questioning way.
But Tommy was not suspicious at all.
"Yeah I can see a family resemblance," he agreed. "You look kind of like my mom."
Tommy was wondering if the unexpected presence of their cousin would prevent him from fooling round with Belinda. But Wanda was so sexy that the horny young man didn't really mind the intrusion.
Seeing that her son had not penetrated her disguise, Jenny, in her role as Wanda the vagabond, smiled. She did a swirling dance step, as if to verify her gypsy heritage. She clicked her red-nailed fingers above her head, spinning around. Her fat tits swung heavily in her low cunt peasant blouse and her loose skirt twirled high up her lush thighs. It was an erotic sight, intriguing the lad.
"I'm the black sheep of the family," she volunteered. "They don't talk about me because I'm a very naughty sort of lady," she added, swirling again. Her loose cotton skirt spun around her voluptuous hips.
Holy shit, Tommy thought.
Was that a flash of cunt-hair I saw? Ain't she wearing any panties?
A part of his mind registered the fact that if it really was pubic hair, it wasn't nearly as dark as her raven mane. It had seemed almost reddish blonde, in fact. But what did Tommy know about gypsy coloration?
He began to get a hard-on.
Embarrassed by the prominent bulge in his pants, he sat down to conceal it. Jenny or Wanda, as it were swirled around sensually again. She had not failed to notice the effect her performance was having on Tommy. It pleased her greatly to see his groin engorge.
She sat down beside him on the couch, making sure that her skirt was well up her thighs. The scooped neck of her peasant blouse swooped low, revealing a lot of deep, smooth cleavage almost to her stiff nipples.
She had previously placed a bottle of red wine next to the couch and now she took it up, drinking straight out of the bottle. It was a full-bodied Hungarian wine, in keeping with her role. Her tongue flicked out and her ruby red lips caressed the rim of the bottle.
Tommy stared at that passionate peasant mouth as she slugged on the wine bottle. It naturally made him speculate as to what her sensual lips could do on a cock.
"You'reerrr naughty, huh?" he croaked. "Um-hum. I drink a lot and…" she broke off, giving him a lewd wink.
A trickle of wine ran down her chin and splattered onto the upper slopes of her tits, red as blood on the smooth, creamy flesh.
She laughed and lowered her head, arching her back. Her tongue slid out and she licked up the spilled wine from the slopes of her tits.
"Waste not, want not," she murmured.
Tommy was gaping at her, his head spinning. She gave him a really saucy glance.
"Want some, Tommy?" she whispered. Without waiting for him to reply, the wanton woman tilted the bottle up and dribbled some more wine onto her tits and into her cleavage.
Then she thrust her tits out toward him. Tommy thought that he must be dreaming. He stared at her and she grinned and nodded. He lowered his head, a lock of hair falling over his forehead, his face twisted by lust. He began to lap the wine from her tit-cleft.
"Nice?" she purred.
Tommy croaked wordlessly, slurping his tongue up through her deep tit-cleavage. The red wine tasted sweet, served on her hot tit-meat.
She pulled her blouse down and her big tits loomed out naked from the scooped neckline. Her nipples stood out hard and swollen. She poured a little wine on those rosy peaks and Tommy dove on them compulsively. Switching from tip to tip, he nursed the wine from her nipples.
Now Tommy was hoping that his kid sister wouldn't get home for a while.
After all, he could fool around with Belinda every day but this was only a passing visit from his exotic vagabond cousin with her invaginate ways.
He slurped greedily on her tit-tips, suckling up the wine like mother's milk. She poured more into her cleavage and as he delved in to lick it up, she closed her valve-like tit-tips again.
"Ummmmm that's lovely, Tommy," she sighed.
Then she yanked her skirt up above her waist, lifting one foot onto the edge of the couch and opening her shapely thighs wide apart. Sucking on her heavy tits, Tommy stared down into her crotch.
His first glimpse had been correct she wore no panties and her cunt-bush was red as the wine. Her pussy was open, the silt widened into an oval slot and that slot was flowing like a heated honeypot.
"Would you like some more wine, honey?" she rasped.
She lowered the bottle and tipped it over her groin. Wine bubbled into her cunt-slot, ruby red trickles flowing through her creamy cunt-juice.
Tommy was no wine expert but he damned well knew that no fine vintage had ever been served in a sweeter carafe. He slid down from her tits and knelt on the floor, his head hovering over her soaking cunt.
"Drink it, Tommy drink me," the vagabond visitor purred, tilting her cunt up.
Tommy plunged tongue-first into her pussy. His tongue curled in her fuck-slot, spooning out Hungarian wine from her hairy goblet. She poured more onto the plump shelf of her cunt mound and it trickled on down into her gram. Tommy lapped it up like a thirsty wino.
Tommy was cherishing his cousin's creamy cunt.
But it was his mother who was being tantalized by his questing, delving tongue. Jenny stared down, watching her son's face grind into her groin. The dark charm of deception thrilled her and the depravity of incest embellished the hot sensations of his hungry mouth.
She clamped her smooth thighs around his head, holding him in a velvet vise. Then she parted her legs wide again, giving him free rein to wallow as he would. Tommy was not an experienced cunt-lapper, but what the lad lacked in training he more than made up for by enthusiasm.
She ground against him sensually, her fuck box beginning to flood. The wine bottle was nearly empty now and she spilled the last drops into her cunt hoping that he didn't get too drunk ta maintain his hard-on.
His lips glued to her cunt-gash and Tommy sucked the juice out of her, soaking it up like a sponge. He swallowed the last of the wine but kept on mouthing merrily away, drinking unadulterated cunt-juice voraciously.
The flow out of her cunt-juice was getting hotter and creamier as she surged toward the crest. Tommy seemed to be trying to shove his whole face up her fuck-hole as he sucked on her cunt-slot and swallowed her cunt-cum.
"Juice me, cousin Wanda?" he gurgled.
She whipped her cunt into his eager face, whimpering as the waves of ecstasy came pouring across her loins and her cum-cream gushed out lavishly.
He sucked and swallowed, gurgled and gulped, draining her off voraciously. Convinced that he was consuming his cousin's cunt-cum, he mouthed up his mother's pussy-milk.
Jenny shuddered at the peak, holding there and flooding out frantically. Then, with a sigh of contentment, she sank back along the couch.
Tommy kept on plating her pussy to make sure that he had sucked out every sweet drop.
When at last he lifted his head out of her groin, his jaws were dripping. She reached languidly down and stroked his cheek lovingly.
Tommy raised his eyebrows questioningly.
"Yes, you lovely boy," she purred, understanding the query in his look. "I'll suck you off now and then you can fuck my cunt to jelly!"
Tommy groaned at the prospect of putting his prick in his nomadic cousin's mouth and cunt.
And his mother whimpered at the thought of swallowing her son's spunk and having her fuck box stuffed full of his throbbing teenaged cockmeat.
Neither of them wanted any interruptions now.
But where was Belinda?
"Maybe we'd better go up to your bedroom, Tommy in case your sister gets home," she suggested.
And they did.
And, soon enough, Belinda did get home…