Tommy was always looking for new places to jerk off and new objects into which to cream. The lusty youth beat his meat with great regularity. It was the first thing he did every morning, as soon as he woke up, still groggy from sleep so that the hand-job had a dreamlike quality, and it was the last thing he did each night, pounding his prick off so vigorously that he fell into an exhausted slumber as soon as his balls were emptied. Those two sessions had become habitual, a ritual to which he strictly adhered.
But during the course of the day, he liked to vary his jacking off. When he was at school, he didn't have much choice. He had to jack off in a cubicle in the bathroom or, if the janitor wasn't around, in the broom closet. Sometimes he simply creamed his jeans at his desk, staring at some sexy female classmate and thinking lewd and detailed thoughts.
During school vacation – like now – he had more opportunities for variety. He had fucked a lot of things. He had fucked a jar of peanut butter, sticking his prick into the clinging stuff with gusto. He had fucked a pound of liver, creaming into it – and later watched, fascinated, as his mother and sister ate it for dinner, thrilled at the knowledge that they were inadvertently swallowing his fuck-juice. His father had eaten it, too, but Tommy had decently blushed about that. The imaginative teenager had balled banana skins and a stuffed pork chap. He had jerked off into his sister's bra when he found it drying in the bathroom and he had even, one Halloween, fucked the jack-o'-lantern in its jagged, carved mouth. He was once so desperate to dip his prick that he had gone so far as to fuck a hole in a snowman, his hot slime melting a great crater and his prick turning blue from the chill of that bizarre encounter.
He was considering jerking off at the moment, and wondering where to spill his spunk.
And he was getting really turned on by looking up his kid sister's skirt, as well.
Tommy was sitting in the front room, pretending to be reading a sports magazine and wondering, as he glanced at an ad for baseball equipment, whether a catcher's mitt would be a good fuckhole. Brenda had wandered in, switched on the television and curled up on the couch. Tommy gazed at her, his head lowered as if he was concentrating on the magazine.
Brenda was a delectable little nymphette, nubile and flirtatious. Her pert tits stuck out saucily and her trim little ass jutted out, as if to balance those thrusting tits. She had a sort of swaybacked walk so that she came at a fellow tit first and moved away ass last. Tommy had spilled gallons of cum over fantasies of the sexy girl, knowing that such incestuous thoughts were real naughty, yet enjoying them all the more because of it.
She squirmed around a bit, getting comfortable. She drew one knee up, exposing a stretch of creamy thigh. Tommy found that he was able to stare right up into the shadowy mysteries of her crotch. He squinted. He could just make out the lighter strip of her panties in the shadows, a tantalizing hint of a tiny crotchband drawn into the vee of her loins. He began to breath heavily. Was it his imagination or could he see a bit of blonde cunthair curling out from the leg hole of her bikini panties? Was the crotchband of those panties really damp? He glanced up at her face. Brenda seemed totally unaware of his gaze. She was chewing gum and watching the television, the picture of innocence. Tommy guessed that the girl had no idea that she was flashing her crotch at him, but her innocence didn't make her any the less exciting. His prick, never far from an erection, began to rise and stiffen in his jeans.
He shifted uncomfortably. His jeans were tight at the crotch and his swelling cock was jammed painfully into the denim confines.
Tommy knew full well how to relieve that tension, of course. But he couldn't very well haul his cock and balls out with his kid sister in the room and he hated to tear his eyes from her crotch and seek privacy for a handjob.
Brenda reached down and began to scratch absentmindedly at the flesh of her inner thigh. Tommy stifled a groan as her skirt rode higher. She squirmed around a little and her knee shifted out, her legs opening wider. She arched her back and her tits loomed out. He could see the twin peaks of her nipples poking against her tee shirt. His eyes flicked over her. He looked at her mouth as she chewed slowly on the gum, imagining what those sweet lips would feel like on his prick. He regarded her shapely thighs, thinking of how they would wrap around a guy's hips as he poured the prick up her fuckhole, and he gazed at her trim little ass, visualizing it churning and grinding as some lucky guy pounded her pussy to jelly.
Tommy could bear it no longer. His balls felt swollen as big as cantaloupes and his prick was like a crowbar levering against his jeans. As much as he hated to leave the room, he simply had to get his rocks off or he was liable to come in his pants.
He got to his feet, awkwardly, the weight of his bloated prick throwing him off balance. He held the magazine in front of his crotch to hide his hard-on, in case his sister should look up. But she seemed totally interested in watching the television, ignoring him.
Tommy moved towards the door, jerkily, stepping bowlegged around his swollen balls.
As soon as he left the room, Brenda looked up, giggling, her eyes gleaming. Just as Tommy had been watching her over his magazine, so had the naughty little imp been watching him as she pretended to be paying attention to the television. She knew full well that she had been flashing her crotch at him and she had seen the enormous bulge throbbing in the crotch of his tight jeans.
It was fun to turn her brother on.
Brenda knew where he was going, too. He was going to go and jerk off! It delighted the little sex kitten to know she had inspired a handjob. She loved to tease horny young men, flaunting her luscious body and playing the exhibitionist while feigning innocence. And turning her own brother on was a bigger thrill than if he'd been a stranger.
Now her own lust was aroused, inspired by having aroused her brother.
She slid her hand down and cupped it over her soaking cunt. The crotchband of her bikini panties was slimy with the overflow of her fuckhole. She slipped her hand inside the elastic and fingered her naked twat. Smiling, she began to rub her cuntlips and stroke her love bud. Her naughty and exciting exhibitionism, having driven her brother to a handjob, was having the same effect on herself. She slipped two fingers up into her tunnel of love and moaned softly, pushing them in knuckle deep and wriggling them round and working her cunt muscles on them.
Brenda loved to frig off as much as Tommy did – and she did it damned near as often, too.
Her cunt walls rippled and dragged as she steadily shoved her fingers in and pulled them out. Pussy nectar trickled down her crotch, dampening the couch under her ass. As she slid her fingers up her cunthole, she switched her thumb back and forth against her clit.
"Ooooh," she purred, tingling all over.
She wished that Tommy were still in the room, wished that he could watch her fingerfucking herself. The very thought caused her to gasp, her exhibitionist inclinations firing her horny imagination.
But there are two sides to exhibitionist and the other side is voyeurism.
Brenda heard Tommy go up the stairs.
He's gonna jerk off in the bathroom, or in his bedroom, she figured. How she would like to watch him jerk the jism out, of his cock and balls!
Did she dare?
Her lips grinned but her eyes were narrowed and glowing with passion. She slid her fingers up her pussy and shuddered with passion. She slid her fingers up her pussy and shuddered with the rippling thrill. The idea of frigging her pussy while she spied on her meat-beating brother was driving the naughty little minx wild.
Brenda gave her cunt a last stroke and then, flushed with desire, all of her inhibitions melted away in the heat of her arousal, she got up and moved quietly to the door. She tiptoed to the staircase and began to sneak up, determined to spy on Tommy if she could, and to fig her cunt to cream while she enjoyed the sight.
It turned out even better than she hoped.
With visions of sisterly pussy dancing in his mind and his cock thundering furiously, Tommy moved down the upstairs hallway, looking for a likely place to pump out his steaming hot scum load. He hesitated by the door to his sister's bedroom, thinking it would be fun to jerk off on her bed. Then, afraid that she might happen to come upstairs and catch him at it, he moved on, and came to his mother's bedroom!
Tommy had probably jacked off over thoughts of his mother as often as he did while thinking about his sexy sister. If incestuous thoughts about a sibling were naughty, thoughts about a mother were really wicked and depraved and so erotic that when he creamed he felt as if he was pumping his brains out along with his cum. If his sister was pert, saucy and nubile, his mother was voluptuous, curvaceous and stacked! Sometimes, covertly looking at the woman, Tommy would suddenly remember that those big tits had suckled him as an infant, that his lips had pulled and sucked on those swollen nipples and his prick would shoot straight up at the thought. He sure wished he could remember nursing, that by some magic he could become a baby again, yet retain his teenaged mind, so that he could suck on those delicious titty tips with full awareness and lust, instead of simple greed.
Now, standing at her bedroom door, he grinned. It wouldn't be the first time that the horny youth, who had come into almost every household object that was even vaguely cunt shaped, had sneaked into his mom's room to beat his meat. His grin turned into an excited grimace. He moved through the doorway – and Brenda arrived silently at the top of the staircase just in time to see her brother enter the bedroom and to see, also, how the front of his jeans bulged.
Grinning, Brenda came down the hallway on tiptoes, moving as quietly as she could, aware of how her pussy was squishing between her trim thighs.
She cupped a hand over her crotch, as if to stifle those moist sounds. Cuntjuice bubbled in her palm, seeping right through her soaking panties. She gave a little shudder. It was hard not to start rubbing her cunt off as it steamed in her hand, but she struggled against the urge, knowing she would enjoy it even more in a moment, while she was watching her brother pumping on his prick.
Panting like a steam engine, so hot she thought she might be trailing steam out, of her crotch, the naughty teenaged voyeur advanced on the bedroom door.
Tommy, having stepped through the door, stood just within and opened his fly. As he pulled the zipper down, his prick rushed out like a frenzied bull into the bullring, tossing its mighty horn and lusting for soft, warm flesh to gore. He hauled his scumbags out, squirming as he dragged them from their jammed position in his jeans and sighing with relief when he had all of his tackle freed.
He looked around for fuckable objects. His hard-on was standing up high. He hesitated over the thought of lying on his mother's bed, then moved on to her dresser. He yanked a drawer out and fumbled through frilly, feminine garments. He found a lacy black bra and drew it out. The cups seemed to retain the shape of his mother's big tits. Holding it before him, he shoved his purple cockhead into the cups. A trickle of slime oozed out into the black tit bag. Tommy moaned. He held the bra up to his face. Poking one finger into the cup, so that he made a little nipple like peak, he began to suck on his finger through the bra. Slobbering and whimpering, eyes narrowed, he pretended he was mouthing his mom's tit. His cock thundered and his scumbags ballooned. Then he brought the bra down again. The cup was lathered by his saliva and he shoved the head of his prick into it. He gave his stalk a stroke and the knob flared in the cup like same gigantic nipple. Then he tossed the slime-coated bra back in the drawer and drew out a pair of bikini panties. He held them up to his face, sniffing at the crotchband, inhaling his mother's sweet, perfumed fragrance. He lowered them and ran the weeping tip of his cockhead into the crotch piece. Rigging into one pair, he seized another pair from the drawer and held them to his lips, sucking and licking on the crotchband as if lapping his mother's cunt by proxy. Although the panties had been laundered, the horny lad fancied he could still smell and taste a lingering hint of juicy snatch on the filmy material.
Tommy was going wild with lust. He grabbed more panties and another bra, licking at them, stabbing the head of his prick into one, then the other. He found a pair of black stockings and enveloped his prick in the silken sheath. He had to get his rocks off soon or he was liable to black out, but he was having trouble deciding which of those sexy undergarments he wanted to cream info.
The drawer was nearly empty now, garments scattered on the floor, drooped over his shoulders and arms and festooning his massive cock. The boy looked like a display rack in a lingerie shop.
He reached into the drawer again and frowned as his hand encountered something long and thick, seemingly out of place amidst the silk and lace.
He pulled the mysterious object out, holding it up, blinking in puzzlement. For a moment, Tommy didn't know what he had in his hand.
Then he gasped in shock.
Tommy had found his mother's rubber prick! He held it up, so surprised that, for a second, his cock stopped thundering. It was a huge cock, realistically shaped, the thick rubber stalk seamed with veins and the head a flaring wedge complete with a pisshole. From the hilt of the shaft a leather harness hung down, obviously so that a girl could strap it to her loins and fuck another girl! It was not the sort of thing a teenaged boy expected to find hidden amidst his mother's underwear and Tommy was momentarily thrown off his stride. But then full realization struck him. His mom must shove that huge dildo up her fuckhole! Or maybe even up some other woman's fuckhole. His jaw dropped open and his prick slammed up harder than ever.
Lust ran like malaria through his veins.
And from the open doorway, his sister cried out, "Holy fucking shit!"
Tommy had been turned half away from her as he brought the dildo from the drawer and at first Brenda could not see what it was as she peeked around the door jamb. But when he held it up before him, the girl was so startled that her exclamation was torn from her.
Tommy's head snapped around.
Brother and sister stared at each other with the enormous rubber cock looming up between them. Both blushed in embarrassment. Tommy had been caught with his cock out and his mother's underwear hanging from it and Brenda had been discovered playing the Peeping Tom on the scene. The mutual embarrassment confused the randy siblings for a moment. Brenda, shaking her head in awe, stepped into the room.
Tommy glanced down at his exposed cock, wondering if he should conceal it, then saw that his sister's hand was cupped over her cunt, squeezing and rubbing as she moved toward him. Realizing that Brenda had been frigging her pussy as she spied on him, Tommy's guilt vanished. He smiled crookedly and Brenda grinned back at him.
Stepping up close, the naughty girl, far to excited to be inhibited, reached out and touched her fingertips against the rubber prick.
She looked into her brother's face, past the flaring head of the dildo as he held it up like a cross before a vampire. "Mom must be real horny, huh?" she whispered.
"I… I guess," Tommy stammered. Folding her hand around the thick rod, Brenda pulled the tip towards her face. Her nose brushed it, sniffing. "Ooooh – she uses it, too," she giggled. "It smells like pussy." She sniffed again. Her eyes were gleaming and glinting as she gave her brother a really mischievous look. Then her tongue slid out and she licked at the head of the dildo.
Tommy trembled violently, his hand shaking so much that he was causing the dildo to vibrate against his kid sister's lips and tongue.
"Tastes like pussy, too," she added. Tommy wondered how she knew what pussy tasted like, but thought he'd better not ask.
"Ooooh, I'm real hot," Brenda whispered. Her eyes slid down to his groin. "You, too, huh?"
Tommy nodded dumbly, unable to speak. His vocal cords felt as stiff as his prick.
Brenda licked at the rubber cock again, her saliva running down the shaft. "Wanna fool around with it?"
Tommy hesitated, his mind in turmoil and his cock on the rampage.
Although he had often thrilled himself by thoughts of incest, in all the juicy details, the boy wasn't sure if he dared make his fantasies real.
Brenda noticed his hesitation.
"We can't fuck or anything," she said. "That would be real wicked, being as we're brother and sister – but I guess it ain't too naughty if we just fool with this rubber prick, huh? I mean, what's the harm? Mom uses it – so why shouldn't we?" She gave him a bewitching smile. "Anyhow, we were both gonna frig off – we might as well do it together."
Tommy gave a little strangled gasp, amazed at how brazen and bold his sexy kid sister was. Then he grinned with enthusiasm, realizing that he and Brenda could have a whole lot of fun together, without really being incestuous.
"Yeah!" Tommy cried.
Brenda, not wanting to give her brother a chance to have any second thoughts, immediately began to undress. Tommy stared at her as she yanked her tee shirt off. Her plump tits jiggled and the pink tips stood out like bullets. She arched her back, sinuous, cat-like, thrusting her tits out toward him. Tantalizingly. She unfastened her short skirt at the side and let it fall down her shapely leg, then stepping from it wearing only her bikini panties now. Those panties were sucked up into her cunt. The elastic dragged taut, so her pussy seemed to be loaded into a slingshot.
She nicked her thumbs under the elastic bend and tugged them down an inch, paused, tugged again, lowering her panties teasingly. The golden triangle of her cunt mound appeared. Tommy's eyes bulged out, his jaw hanging open. Smiling and squirming, the naughty girl drew her panties lower. They rustled down her thighs and dropped to the floor. She stepped out of them, raising her knee so her brother could gaze right at her steaming, sodden fuckslot. She lifted the other knee, in turn. The discarded panties lay on the floor in a soaking puddle of pussy nectar, naked, the wanton little minx wriggled and squirmed, lelling her brother's eyes devour her.
Tommy began to fumble with his own clothing, awkwardly, still clutching the rubber cock in one hand. The leather harness swung before his loins as he dropped his jeans, one strap folded over his cockshaft.
Brenda watched her brother strip with as much depraved desire as the boy had watched her.
Then they were both naked and ready to have some fun with their mom's dildo.
Then the owner of that dildo got home! Jessica entered the house quietly, alert for sounds of masturbation, hoping with all her horny heart that she could catch one of her teenaged kids frigging off. She looked in the front room. The television was on but neither Brenda nor Tommy was there. That was promising. She tiptoed up the stairs and down the hall. Brenda's bedroom door was open, the room empty. Tommy's room was empty, as well. A bit puzzled and disappointed, thinking they must have gone out, Jessica moved on toward her own bedroom, planning to shove her rubber prick deep up her fuckhole and enjoy the pleasure of having a full cunt while she waited in hopes of an eyeful.
She got more than she bargained for.