"Just what I said," Fanny said with determination. "It's the only way to restore peace in this family. You and Dad both got your jollies on me, but Mom's not getting anything from you. Go up there and fuck and suck the hell out of her."
Ron just shrugged, but Nelson spoke up. "Maybe she's right," he said. "I've been neglecting Carol these past few days, and I've often heard her say how strong and good-looking her son had grown, and what a good bed partner he would make some girl. I think that, secretly, she was talking about herself."
Ron shrugged again, but got up from the couch and started for the stain. "I guess it's worth a try," he said. "I'll go up there to console Mom, and if anything comes of it I'll know how to play it."
"I'd like to see how this works out," Fanny said to her father. "You'd better stay here. It's you that Mom's mad at…" She followed her brother up the stairs, silently, and thought about the peekhole the Williams family in their hall closet. Too bad there wasn't a similar one in the Jones family hall. Still, she could look through the keyhole – as she had sometimes done when she was a little girl – and maybe she'd get some kind of an idea what was going on in there.
As she knelt at the closed door and peeked through the tiny spot of light, she heard voices from within. Ron was sitting on the bed consoling his mother, and his arm was around her. Fanny held her breath and peered through the hole.
The next thing she saw was that Ron had kissed his mother, first on one wet, tear-stained cheek, but then on the lips.
She turned to him and they embraced, and there was more kissing than Fanny would have expected. Ron was seducing his mother! A thrill of excitement shot through Fanny, and shivers went up her spine. The very idea of it. Her own brother making love to her own mother. True, they were just hugging and kissing, but the way Ron operated, much more was bound to follow.
As Fanny watched, her hopes came true. It wasn't long before Ron was unbuttoning the front of his mother's blouse. "Don't, Ron," she seemed to be saying, as her muffled voice came through the thin door panel. "Oh, Ron."
Fanny was getting aroused now, as the fullness of her mother's bosom came into view. The white lace of her bra cups was now visible. This was exciting, like watching May and Frank Williams fucking next door. Watching was almost more fun than doing it. Fanny's cunt was hot and wet. She'd been turned on by her father's cunt-lapping, and he hadn't gotten her off again as she had anticipated. Her mother had barged in on them, but this was even more titillating to Fanny than her dad's tongue in her cunt.
Ron had his mother's blouse completely open now, and he was massaging her breasts through her bra. Each time he pushed upward on one tit, it bulged above the top of the lacy cup, seeming even more full and voluptuous than it was.
And Carol Jones had big breasts to begin with.
Ron managed to slip her blouse off over her shoulders, and then he tossed it aside. Carol was sitting there, breathing heavily, making no attempt to cover her bra-clad bosom. Ron gazed at her, then ran his hands all over her shoulders and arms, her waist and tits. He wrapped his arms about her, caressed her back and drew her to him. They hugged and kissed some more, Carol putting her cheek against her son's and closing her eyes with pleasure. She wasn't crying anymore.
Fanny watched with pleasure of her own. Her brother was apparently undoing his mother's bra strap behind her back, because he seemed to be fiddling with it. Finally, his mother drew back from him with a smile on her face. She said something Fanny couldn't hear and Ron took his hands away. Fanny thought that might be it, but her disappointment proved short-lived. Her mother reached behind her back and quickly undid her bra. As Ron stared at her chest, she removed the bra and tossed it aside.
She sat on the bed with her shoulders back, her movement just enough to make her immense breasts sway tantalizingly. Each melon was round and firm, riding high on her chest, smooth-skinned and creamy white. Fanny felt a pang of envy. Her own boobs were fine, but her mother had a more sensuous pair. Ron watched for just so long, and then he dove in. Grabbing the big teats with both hands, he pressed his face into the cleavage and rolled his head around. He [missing text].
And Carol Jones had big breasts to begin with.
Ron managed to slip her blouse off over her shoulders, and then he tossed it aside. Carol was sitting there, breathing heavily, making no attempt to cover her bra-clad bosom. Ron gazed at her, then ran his hands all over her shoulders and arms, her waist and tits. He wrapped his arms about her, caressed her back and drew her to him. They hugged and kissed some more, Carol putting her cheek against her son's and closing her eyes with pleasure. She wasn't crying anymore.
Fanny watched with pleasure of her own. Her brother was apparently undoing his mother's bra strap behind her back, because he seemed to be fiddling with it. Finally, his mother drew back from him with a smile on her face. She said something Fanny couldn't hear and Ron took his hands away. Fanny thought that might be it, but her disappointment proved short-lived. Her mother reached behind her back and quickly undid her bra. As Ron stared at her chest, she removed the bra and tossed it aside.
She sat on the bed with her shoulders back, her movement just enough to make her immense breasts sway tantalizingly. Each melon was round and firm, riding high on her chest, smooth-skinned and creamy white. Fanny felt a pang of envy. Her own boobs were fine, but her mother had a more sensuous pair. Ron watched for just so long, and then he dove in. Grabbing the big teats with both hands, he pressed his face into the cleavage and rolled his head around. He to let him pull it to the floor. As soon as Ron had thrown the slip away, he reached for his mother's panty clad hips and buried his face in the satiny material just above the crotch. His mother's belly was nearly flat, but swelled just sensuously enough to make it a natural target for his kisses.
Fire raced through his sister's cunt as she watched on her knees through the keyhole. Suddenly she wished she was married and had a grown son. A son like Ron. She wished that she could be in her mother's place right now – stripped to her panties and nylons and being kissed on the belly by a handsome and hard-cocked son. The intimacy of the situation was vastly increased in her mind by the fact that it was mother and son she was watching, not just any two people.
Ron was rubbing his hands all over his mother's underpanties. He reached around and caressed her large but firm and pear-shaped backside. He kissed all over the surface of her panties, then drew his head back and reached for the waistband. His mother's hands stopped him, and Fanny could see that she was hesitant. Perhaps she thought it was wrong for a boy to see his mother's cunt. Fanny knew that his mother was as hot-pussied as she was at that moment, because the crotch of Carol's panties were wet, just like the crotch of her own.
Ron dropped his hands to his mother's thighs and concentrated his efforts there. He rubbed and kissed the soft flesh, toyed with the garters that came out from under her pants. Fanny's brother ran his fingers over the wide welts of the nylon stockings, relishing every inch. His mother undid both garters, and Ron took his cue from that. He began to roll down the nylons, as Carol lifted first one thigh and then the other from the bed.
Ron pulled the stockings down and off. Ron kissed the full length of one leg, from the leg-hole of the panties down to the tips of his mother's toes, and then he kissed all the way up again.
"I like that," Fanny heard her mother say distinctly, and she saw the older woman pat her brother on the back of the neck. Ron again took his cue from his mother. He switched to the other thigh and began licking slowly and sensuously downward. He left a trail of spittle on the smooth flesh as he licked between the digits, then sucked the big toe and began licking his way back up to her thigh. Carol laughed, and the sound of her pleasure could be heard right through the thin panel of the door that hid her daughter.
He sure is good, Fanny thought to herself, and she reflected back on the sex she had enjoyed with Ron. Ron seemed to be even more attentive to his mother. He seemed to be enjoying himself even more than he had with his sister. Fanny was younger than Carol, of course, and she thought she was more attractive. Yet, there was something about making love to his mother that seemed to be turning Ron to a regular sex maniac. Fanny's thoughts drifted to the sex bout with her father that had been interrupted earlier that evening. She realized that she'd dug her dad even more than she had dug her brother. Ron was younger and better-looking too, but there was that certain something about making it with her own father. It wasn't just how experienced and skilful he was. There was something more to it than that. It was simply that he was her father. Every girl wants to get fucked by her father, and every boy wants to stick his cock in his mother's cunt. More than ever, as Fanny watched Ron nibbling at his mother's thigh, she was sure of it.
As if the licking and kissing of her legs had deserved a reward, Carol stretched the waistband of her panties and pulled them down over her curving hips. Ron perked up and stared as a tuft of pubic hair came into view. Carol drew the panties all the way down, throwing them aside. When she sat back down, legs primly together, she quickly took off her garter belt and waited, naked, for her son to come to her.
Ron kissed and nibbled all over the freshly exposed area, burying his face in his mother's pubic bush. After a time, Carol seemed to relent, to be weakened to the point of giving in to anything. She lay back on the bed, across its width and spread her legs. She drew her feet up onto the ridge of the frame, much as May Williams had done with her brother Frank, and Ron moved quickly into position.
He was still on his knees, but he had raised up far enough to be able to get his face into his mother's muff. She had reached down and spread the lips of her cunt with her fingers, and from where Fanny knelt watching through the keyhole, she could see the hole before Ron's face suddenly obstructed the view.
Ron's head was rocking now, as he lapped away at his mother's cunt. She must have been lubricating like mad, because Fanny could see droplets of gunk flying. Carol began to moan aloud, and Fanny could hear her sighs of pleasure through the door. Fanny was almost equally aroused. She placed her hand under her skirt, wiggled a finger under the leg and of her panties and snaked it up into her moist pussy.
As she frigged away at her cunt, she watched the action in the bedroom. Carol was crying out, "My clit. My clit," and directing her son's tongue to the little love button with her finger. Ron had apparently found it because as he sucked away, his mother threw her head back and her moans filled the hall where Fanny knelt in rapture, "O-h-h-h," Carol cried out. "O-h-h-h. Ron. Ron. Ron. I love it, Ron. I love it."
As Ron lapped her cunt, it was obvious that Carol was in the throes of an orgasm. She threw her head back and forth, and her bosom rose and fell violently. Fanny could see that her mother's nipples were standing tall and hard on her big tits and a pink flush came over her chest. A thrill of orgasm shot through Fanny as she hit her own love button, and the sight of her brother cunt-lapping her mother to orgasm put her over the top.
"M-m-m-m," she sighed softly to herself, as her eyes dropped closed for a few seconds and she grooved on the feelings that coursed through her body, from her cunt to her tits, sweeping her up in a torrent of sexual pleasure.
After a time she opened her eyes once more and stared through the keyhole again. She saw that Ron was standing now, lowering his pants. Carol lay back on the bed. She seemed to be in another world. Her nipples had returned to their normal state.
Ron was now naked, and his cock stood hard and rigid. As Fanny watched, her brother moved between her mother's legs, leaned over the bed and inserted his cock in her cunt. He nudged the hard knob between the pink lips of her quim, then set his hands on the bed on either side of her body and eased downward. As Ron lowered his body, his huge tool burrowed into his mother's vagina.
Fanny grinned at the sight. Ron had done it. He was fucking his mother. Suddenly she realized that everything would be all right in the Jones household once more. It had all happened in a storm of passion during the last few days. First her father had fucked her, and then she had seduced her brother. Now Ron was shoving his dick into their mother's cunt. It was all too fantastic to believe.
As the girl watched, Ron began to hump in and out of his mother's slot. His bare ass was in the air, white and hairy, jabbing with the motion of his powerful fuck. Fanny watched for some time, wishing she could be in the room. She heard her mother crying out, "Oh, Ron! Fuck me harder, Son. Ohhhhh. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. I love it, Ron."
Fanny decided her father should see this, so she got up off her knees and hurried down to the living room. Her dad still sat slumped on the couch, sad and forlorn. He didn't even raise his eyes as she entered the room.
"Dad," she said excitedly. "Hurry up to the bedroom. You have to see this. Ron is fucking Mom."
"W-what? I…"
"It's true. C'mon up and see for yourself. Everything's okay now."
Nelson jumped up off the couch and patted his daughter on the arm as he ran past. Soon he was kneeling at the closed door to his bedroom. He peered inside, and then gave a start. He watched for a few seconds, and then he rose and opened the door quietly.
Anxiously, Fanny peered over his shoulder as he took a tentative and silent step into the room. She saw that Ron was fucking the hell out of his mother, humping up and down, his ass stabbing the air madly now. The couple was oblivious to the intruders.
Fanny and her father stood there watching. Ron was doing a great job on his mother. He was pounding her wildly, and as Fanny moved slightly to one side to get a better view, she saw Ron's big cock ramming in and out of her mother's cunt. The young stud was in a fever pitch now, rutting away at his mother. His cock was gorged with his blood, thickened to the size of a salami, spreading the pussy to its widest and whaling in and out of it with tremendous power.
Neither Fanny nor her father moved now, as the young man pounded and pounded into Carol's cunt. Dribbles of her fluid came out each time he withdrew. The bed was wet beneath the spot where cock entered cunt, and the smell of rutting filled the air. Carol's cries were rising again, and soon they filled the air as well.
"Ohhhh," she groaned as she dug her fingernails into her son's back. "Ahhh. Ohhh. Ooooooo." She was reaching another orgasmic peak, and suddenly she threw her legs in the air and wrapped them around Ron's back. "Harder," she yelled. "Fuck me harder. I'm going to come. Fuck me as hard as you can. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."
Ron did as he was told, reaming his thick bone in and out of his mother's sopping and steaming cunt as hard and as fast as he could. He pistoned away, banging her furiously, his pubic flesh slapping loudly against hers, his cause breathing drowning out her moans, his back glistening with sweat.
"Fuck her, Ron," Nelson said in a low voice, as if proud of his boy's achievements, as if quietly rooting him on. "Fuck her. Keep fucking her like that," he added, "She's going to come."
Sure enough, it was plain that Carol was again in the throes of an orgasm. Her shriek tore from her lips, shattering the room with its shrill power. She was humping her whole body up to meet the downward thrusts of her son, and the two of them were like a couple of animals, thrusting and pounding wildly, uncontrollably.
Suddenly Ron began to come. Fanny could hear his breathing become a rasp, and his body motion become a series of jerking spasms. Each time he raised his ass high in the air, she saw an ooze of creamy spunk stream gut of her mother's cunt and ripple down her skin to the sheet. Ron slammed his cock dawn her gaping pussy several times more, pumping out additional slimy ooze.
It was like watching a reciprocating pump, as the thick tool reamed the chute, withdrawing fluid on each upstroke, applying pressure on each downward plunge. Fanny felt the tickling feeling return to her clit at the erotic sight. Ron's balls were tight up to the root of his bone, giving her a clear view of his massive hard-on as it rammed in and out of the cunt.