As soon as they were in Tommy's bedroom, with the door closed, they both removed all of their clothing and stood, facing each other in mutual admiration.
Jenny was longing for her son's youthful prick and hot, thick fuck-juice.
And Tommy wondered, vaguely, why his cousin's curvaceous body was so lighter in tone than her painted face. But he suspected nothing and figured that a gypsy woman probably avoided the sunlight on her body, but couldn't avoid exposing her face to the darkening rays.
They moved to the bed and lay down, embracing. Her red lips ground to his and she moaned, tasting her own wine-flavored cunt cum on his tongue.
She licked his lips, demonstrating the nimble action that her tongue would soon be making on his cock, making the youth shudder in anticipation.
Then Jenny began to lick down his stomach. She flicked at his belly button. Her pink tongue rustled through his pubic thicket. He thrust his cock up but she avoided it for the moment, moving on down and licking slowly up the insides of his thighs.
"Suck my prick, cousin Wanda!" he moaned.
"Oh, yes I'll suck your sweet young prick, Tommy I'm hungry for your jizz," she purred. "But I like to take my time over a blowjob."
Jenny was determined to give Tommy a spectacular sucking. She had been an avid audience the day before, watching Belinda blow him so enthusiastically and, with a strange sort of family competitive instinct, Jenny was determined to plate him even better than his sister had.
Taking him by the hips, she gently rolled him over. Tommy sprawled out face-down on the bed. His cock was so stiff that it was wedging into the mattress and levering his lean ass up into the air.
Jenny spread his cheeks apart and began to run her lapper up through the crack of his ass.
Her tongue riveted into his asshole.
Tommy jerked spasmodically, gasping into the bed as she rimmed and reamed in his asshole. She slobbered and sucked, pleasuring his shit-slot and tantalizing her tongue in that tight, tangy ring.
Sliding lower, she lapped at his swollen cumbags, shoving her face in under his upthrust ass. His haunches were bouncing up and down off the throbbing pole of his prick. Jenny was enjoying the slow build up but now the boy was trembling so violently that she was afraid he might get his rocks off before his cock was in her mouth.
She turned him onto his back again, his cock rising up like a lighthouse from his loins.
Her ruby red lips slid over his knob, smearing him with greasy lipstick. Her tongue danced skillfully up and down the length of his cock stalk.
Tommy gasped at the caress of his cousin's mouth as his mother panted on his prick, thrilled to the core by her own incestuous depravity.
Then, kneeling over his body, she opened her lascivious lips wide and dropped her mouth onto his prick, taking it in to the root.
Moving slowly, wanting to prolong the banquet, she pushed her head down, then pulled it back up to his flaring cock-head, deep throating him with gusto.
Tommy heaved up, screwing into her mouth as her lovely, heavily painted face slid down. His thick cock-stalk came out of the red collar of her lips, glistening with saliva, the fat vein pounding.
She sucked on his flaring knob for a few minutes, then swallowed down to the hilt again. She was fondling his balls, feeling them balloon with his inflating load of fuck-juice. She reached under his bridged body and nudged a finger gently into his asshole.
His hard-on seemed to stretch right back to his ass, as if her finger in his shit-chute were an extension of his iron-hard cock-shaft.
What a great cock-sucker cousin Wanda is, Tommy marveled, as he face-fucked into his mom's mouth.
She gives head even better than Belinda. And, speaking of Belinda.
Belinda came into the house, hoping that Tommy would already be home. But there was no one downstairs and because Jenny was mouthing his cock-meat so slowly to make it last, the girl didn't hear the gentle rocking of the bed above.
She supposed Tommy was still at baseball practice and she sat down to wait, noticing the empty wine bottle but thinking nothing of it.
While she waited, she played with her pussy. She wasn't trying to frig herself off, just stroking to keep her cunt simmering and ready for her brother. But her mouth was hornier than her cunt at the moment, since Miss Jenkins had creamed her off very satisfactorily.
What the naughty teenager really wanted to do was to eat out a pussy. But there wasn't a girl available and she figured she would have to settle for Tommy's prick.
She thought that she would let him shove it up her cunt, first, then suck his cock-meat after it was all slathered with her cunt-juice, getting a taste, at least.
It wouldn't be as exciting as drinking the foam right out of a cumming cunt, but it would be tasty in its own right, a blend of cock-meat and cunt-juice followed by the steaming load of her brother's jizz.
She was getting hotter by the moment and starting to become impatient. She wondered what to do while she waited, how to keep herself horny without creaming her hand.
Then the naughty nymphet wondered if her mother might happen to have a dildo or a vibrator. It seemed likely, since she was divorced and didn't have a steady boyfriend for sex.
Belinda decided to search her mother's bedroom and see if she could find, a fuck-tool to amuse herself with. If nothing else, she could always take a pair of her mom's panties out of the dirty clothing hamper and lick the crotchband. The idea turned her on in a kinky way.
It was really wicked to fantasize about licking her mother's pussy, she knew.
It was deliciously depraved.
Little did she know yet that her voluptuous mother had the same naughty ideas.
But she soon would.
Belinda went upstairs and into the master bedroom. She snooped about in the dresser drawers and looked in the closet, but she didn't find any sex toys.
Disappointed, she went to the clothing hamper and rummaged about, finding a pair of tiny bikini panties. There was a film of milky pussy-juice coating the crotchband, to her delight. She sniffed at the redolent aroma of her mom's cunt, then began to lap up the congealed juice.
She sucked and chewed on the crotchband, relishing the lingering flavor and fragrance.
Then, because she really was a horny little minx, Belinda walked over to the looking glass, thinking it would be a kick to watch her tongue lapping up her mom's seepage out of the soiled bikini panties.
Holding the panties up to her mouth, she pushed her tongue out and looked into the mirror and discovered that it wasn't a mirror, at all! She was looking straight through the glass, into her own empty bedroom. What did it mean? Why did her mother have those spying glasses in her room?
Suddenly a terrible thought stuck the girl. She spun around and saw that there was an identical looking glass on the other side of the room. If that, too, was one-way glass, it meant that her mom could also peep into Tommy's room and oh, jeez had their mother been watching the day before, when Belinda and her brother had been sucking and ass-fucking?
Surely, if she'd witnessed their incestuous games, she would have stopped them, Belinda reasoned.
Yet a horrible doubt filled her.
Forgetting all about the damp panties in her hand, she moved across the room and looked through the mirror on the opposite side and got another shock.
Her brother was sprawled out naked on his bed and a curvy, dark-haired woman was going down on his cock!
Belinda felt a twinge of jealousy, but it quickly passed, replaced by looker's lust. Belinda shared a peeper's passion with her mother. She stared intently at Tommy's towering prick as the mysterious stranger jumped her raven-dark head up and down on it, enveloping the smoking-hot cock in the ruby red oval of her mouth.
Then Belinda ran her fevered gaze over the woman's naked, voluptuous body, turning on to the sight every bit as much as to Tommy's cock and balls.
Whoever that lustful lady was, Tommy was just going to have to share her with his sister, she determined, pressing her nose right up to the glass and licking her lips as she admired the stranger's big, stiff-capped tits and her cunt mound the tresses of which were strangely lighter than her ebony hair.
Belinda was tempted to join them at once. But she was thrilled to play the spy and, besides, if she waited until Tommy had emptied his cumbags into that ravenous red mouth, she figured that the dark-haired lady would be more ready to get sucked, in turn.
She knew she hadn't long to wait. Tommy was heaving up urgently from the bed and the woman's sexy mouth was pumping furiously on his prick. Pre-spunk was dribbling from his cock-knob. As her lips drew up his prick, saliva streaked with cock-goo washed down his stalk.
They were nearing the creamy conclusions. Eager to see her brother's cum spurt out, Belinda watched, trembling, excited by observing and getting really desperate for his act to end as it would be time for audience participation. Tommy's mouth opened and she knew he was groaning. He arched deeply, burying his hot cock up into the unidentified woman's slobbering maw.
She panted down his cock-shaft as she nursed on the knob, then her lips fluttered and fluted as she pushed her mouth down to his balls, swallowing his cock to the hilt. Her red lipstick streaked his stalk with greasy smears and his preliminary jizz frothed on her painted lips.
Whoever that woman was, she sure knew bow to suck a prick, Belinda acknowledged, grudgingly.
Belinda's own lips and tongue were working, echoing the actions of the dark-haired bricklayer. But Belinda was not going to deny the woman a load of her brother's fuck-juice as long as she got to munch her cunt, afterwards.
Tommy gasped, hovering just below the heights, his cock vibrating in her mouth. His piss-hole was spilling the pre-spunk out in creamy clouds, drenching her tongue.
Jenny knew he was going to shoot off at any moment and she yearned for that load out of her son's cock and balls and yet she was so greatly savoring, that mouthful of cock-meat that she wanted to prolong the ending a bit longer.
She slowed her class blow-job motion and loosened the collar of her lips as they skimmed on his shaft.
But, on the point of pumping his fuck-juice out, Tommy was desperate to reach the peak.
He reached down and grasped her shoulders, hauling her up and down, urging her to keep to the steady cum-stroking pace.
His hands slid up behind her head and he pulled her face down on his prick.
His hands clenched spasmodically and his fingers entwined in her glossy black hair.
Holding her firmly by her hair, he shoved her mouth down on his cock as he humped up, guiding her rhythm and controlling the tempo.
His balls rolled up against her red lips and he yanked on her dark tresses frantically and as her face fell on his cock, her wig came off in Tommy's hands.