Rod was running a bit late for work by this time and Laura went downstairs to make coffee while he took a quick shower. This was a break from their normal morning routine, when they both showered before they went downstairs and Laura didn't come back up again right away.
This variation in the usual morning pattern was going to have fascinating results.
The coffee was ready by the time that Rod came down and he gulped a cup quickly, standing in the kitchen, without time enough for breakfast.
He kissed Laura-tenderly and without tongue now-and dashed off to work.
Laura drank another cup of coffee, feeling pleasantly satisfied, glowing with a sense of well fucked contentment. She loved to feel his thick slime sloshing around inside her cunt and she thought about not taking a shower at all this morning, leaving her body juiced up.
But there was always more jizz to be had and presently she decided to take a shower, after all.
It seemed a minor sort of decision.
But it proved momentous this morning.
Jim had managed, with a remarkable effort of willpower, to refrain from jerking himself off as he listened to his mother and father fucking away like crazed weasels.
He was enjoying listening in on the sounds of lust so much that he didn't want to distract himself on his own cock, knowing that he would lose his concentration when his blood began to pound in his ears and his joyjuice came squirting from his prick.
So the youth still had a hard-on and his balls were big as waterwings by the time the family fuck was over. He went back to his bed, thinking he had better lie down while he beat his meat just in case he fainted when he shot his wad. He gave his balls an exploratory squeeze.
Jeez, they were full!
He couldn't remember ever having a cum load like this one stored up.
The virile teen always shot a lot of jizz off and it spurted far and wide, and with the set of balls he was sporting today he figured it would be a fucking deluge. His cum would probably hit the ceiling and it would certainly spray the walls and soak the carpet.
He would have to mop up carefully afterwards, so that his mom didn't find the congealed evidence.
Then he heard the shower start to run and it gave him a good idea. If he could contain himself for just a big longer, his parents would go downstairs and he could go to the bathroom and toss off in the sink.
The shower stopped running.
The aroma of brewing coffee came drifting up from the kitchen as further evidence that he would have the bathroom to himself.
Jim got up, started to put a bathrobe on, then figured he wouldn't bother. His kid sister might still be upstairs, of course-but Jim didn't mind at all if that sexy girl got a look at his cock.
It would have embarrassed him to have his Mom or Dad see him with a big boner, but the idea that Wendy might get a glance was a turn on. He was always sneaking a peek down her blouse or up her skiff, anyhow-so flashing his prick at her was only fair play, he reasoned, in his fashion.
He went down the hallway naked, his prick out like the masthead of a ship. He went into the bathroom. He started to lock the door. Then he grinned wickedly. He left the door slightly ajar-just in case his sister happened to come along and glance in.
He moved over to the sink and thrust his cock and balls out over the basin. That way, no matter how abundantly he spilled his spunk, he could wash it all right down the drain afterwards, removing all the cummy clues.
Unless he shot so fucking much that the stuff overflowed the basin! he thought. That idea intrigued him. He put the plug in the drain so that his jizz wouldn't swirl away as it poured out. The inquisitive young man was curious to see how close he could come to filling the basin up with his joyjuice before consigning the stuff to the sewer.
Jim held his balls in the palm of his left hand and folded his right fist firmly around the thick prick and began to jack off slowly and steadily.
Wendy heard the shower stop spraying and smelled the coffee and figured that her mother and father would both be downstairs. But she hadn't heard her brother go on down yet. She figured that she had better wait for a while longer before she activated the vibrator.
In fact, Wendy was well aware that her brother was always trying to get a look at her tits or cunt-and, in fact, she often arranged herself so that he could get a good look. It made her feel all warm and tingly to have those sibling eyes burning into her body.
She wouldn't have minded if Jim had spied on her when she was fingerfucking herself, either. It would have only added to the pleasure.
But the girl was a bit embarrassed about using the dildo, both because she had filched it from Mom and also because her brother might be naive and believe that she had to use a vibrator because she couldn't get any real prick. She didn't want him to think she needed a substitute cock.
So, playing with her pussy lightly, just to keep it simmering for later, she waited for a while.
Laura came back upstairs, still wearing only a light, semi-transparent negligee. She wasn't taking any care to be quiet and certainly had no plans to do any spying on either of her kids.
It just worked out that way.
As she approached the bathroom door, she heard a guttural, grunting sound. She cocked her head, listening-and heard the skimming sound of a palm on a prick.
Fascinated, she tiptoed closer.
The bathroom door had been conveniently left ajar and she sneaked a peek in.
And when she saw what her naked son was doing, she had to stifle a gasp.
But she didn't stifle it enough, and Jim, who had been listening for just such a telltale sound, grinned, baring his teeth ferociously.
He assumed, of course, that it was his nubile kid sister who was watching him. He slowed his fist, waiting to see if she would say or do anything-if she would reveal herself or depart-or simply keep looking.
Wanking while being watched made it a whole lot more exciting for Jim. Pretending to be unaware of her peeking presence, he turned slightly so that she could get a real good view of his prick. Jim had a whopper and he was proud of it and knew Sis would be impressed.
He began to pump up and down his cockshaft, skinning the fat head out as he yanked back.
He was delighted to hear heavy breathing coming from the open door and to know that he was turning his sister on by his cock display. He was even tempted to ask her if she wanted to come in and watch from closer up. But he wasn't sure how she might react to that naughty suggestion and didn't want to take a chance on driving her away.
Besides, he was surging to the crest.
Pre-cum was pouring out, turning his cock into a greasy tube. His fist skimmed up and down on the self-lubricating prick as he stoked it vigorously. The heel of his hand hit his balls on the downstroke and then the web between his thumb and index finger skimmed up to his knob.
He rose onto his toes and hiked his ass up so that his prick was aimed into the basin. His left hand squeezed on his bloated cumbags gently, and his right hand jacked with vigor up and down his shaft.
He felt his balls go off in his palm.
He grimaced and gasped as his thick prick jolted. Then his juice was spraying into the sink in a creamy cascade. He shot off as he pumped back on his cock, then squirted more out as his fist flew up, cumming on the recoil.
This was having a profound effect on his mom.
Laura was whimpering, her eyes glowing as if opaquely flashing with the fevered inferno that was raging in her mind. She was licking her lips and her pussy had staffed to seethe between her legs.
Watching her teenaged son jerking off was even more thrilling than giving her brother that exciting handjob, once upon a time. Her gaze was glued to his groin. Laura couldn't have walked away if she'd wanted to, pinned on his prick like a butterfly on a board.
Jim kept hosing off lavishly. His cum looked as thick and creamy as condensed milk to his mother's ardent eyes. The stuff was swirling around in the bottom of the basin, a gooey pool sloshing around over the plugged drain and lapping at the sides of the porcelain bowl.
At last he finished, with a satisfied grunt.
He held his cock out and tightened his grip, pulling up slowly, as if he were coaxing the last drops out of a tube of toothpaste.
He grinned, pleased and proud of the magnitude of his spending. He hadn't even come close to filling up the basin, certainly-but he had spilled out an incredible amount of steaming spunk.
He hoped Sis was suitably impressed.
Then, leering, he turned to look at her.
And saw his mother staring at him!